A/N: This is a multiple short shot plot bunny that popped into my head the other day while I was letting my mind wander ... I should put a leash on that thing. Anyway, I made some revisions now that I have the film and re-watched it and noticed some I could make it mesh better and ways I could improve it.

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Poe winced as the protective gear of the Stormtroppers he was sandwiched between dug into his legs and arm, and each time the shuttle hit turbulence he was painfully squeezed between their shoulders. "I know I'm a prisoner, but is a little personal space too much to ask?"

The trooper to his right slowly turned his helmeted head towards him, then after a moment, looked away. Poe turned to his "new friend" on the left. The trooper had his head down but seemed to realize that Poe was looking at him. He raised his head and Poe saw against the black and snowy white face guard, a bloody handprint smeared down to the trooper's chin. The helmet dipped again and he scooted over, just ever so slightly. Poe almost felt sorry for him. Was the blood that of a fellow trooper?

Or a villager?

Poe's stomach clenched in anguish, chasing any sympathy away. Tuanul was now a ghost town thanks to the First Order ... and thanks to him for drawing them there. He prayed the villagers' deaths would not be in vain.

Be safe, BB-8.

Poe was dragged and pushed down the craft's ramp and onto the grooved floor of the loading bay. "All right, all right," Poe snapped. He felt the business end of a blaster pushed into his back and he stumbled forward. "If you wanted me to walk faster, all you had to do is say so."

Poe looked about the hangar at the docked Tie-fighters and sighed; what he wouldn't give to try his hand at flying one of those things. As he continued to look about he did not notice Tall, Dark and Crazy anywhere; either he had not arrived yet, or was waiting for him somewhere on the destroyer. Poe felt an uncharacteristic tremor of fear in the pit of his stomach as he remembered the sight of his blaster beam suspended in mid-air.

"Keep moving," barked a trooper from behind. Poe had inadvertently slowed down during his sight-seeing. He returned his attention to the front. They were approaching a large blast door, the entrance into the inner part of the star destroyer.

The blast door opened to reveal a small group of Stormtroppers waiting on the other side. A flash of something shiny was peeking through the gaps of the soldiers standing directly in front of him. Poe tilted his head and tried to lean over a bit to see around their giant helmets and shoulder pads.

Poe received a sharp cuff on the side of his head. He stumbled, his ears ringing; he felt something warm trickle down the side of his head.

"Don't move, rebel scum!"

"Move, don't move, make up your mind ..." Poe rasped through clenched teeth. His back was prodded again. Poe was an extremely patient man but they were really starting to get on his last nerve.

The sea of Troopers suddenly parted to fully reveal two soldiers at the door waiting to take charge of him.

After being pulled down a maze of identical looking corridors they finally stopped before one of a long row doors. The stormtrooper on his left touched a keycard to the sensor and the door unsealed.

The first thing Poe saw was the interrogation unit, sitting in the middle of the room, all sorts of evil looking gadgets attached along the chair, although it was more like a board tilted on an angle.

"Aw, you didn't have to prepare a guest room for me, I don't plan to stay that long ..."

"Shut up!" The trooper closest to him snapped. He pushed him into the room and strapped him into the chair.

"What were you doing on Jakku?" The other of the two asked.

"I thought you wanted me to shut up."

"Answer me, rebel scum!"

"'Rebel scum' again? Come on, guys, you've gotta step up your creativity on the insults ..."

The stormtrooper growled and snapped his head to look at the other trooper, obviously giving him a sort of signal because the other nodded and opened a panel in the wall.

Poe heard a humming from the sinister looking apparatus that flanked both sides of his head. The humming crescendoed and Poe knew that whatever it was, it was being powered up. Poe drew in a deep bracing breath as surreptitiously as possible. The interrogating stormtrooper raised his arm to the trooper by the panel and was about to bring it down in signal when the door unsealed. The troopers both stopped stood at attention.

"Captain Phasma."

When Poe saw the new arrival he lifted his head from the chair in surprise. The figure was a stormtrooper but instead of the usual white armor, this soldier was clad in highly polished chromium. In addition to that a black, red-lined cape fluttered behind him.

"Wow ... That's one way to stand out ..."

"Have you still not extracted information?" A dark and dulcet female voice, highly displeased in tone, came from the chromium trooper. Poe sat up even further, his eyebrows rising.

"I didn't know the bucket-heads came in female . . . Explains the outfit."

The chromium trooper slowly turned her helmet from the other soldier to Poe.

"Though it's understandable that, as a woman, you'd want a bit of flair," Poe continued, probably an unwise move on his part, but the flamboyant armor provoked him. "Although I think the cape would've been enough, the chromium is a bit overkill ... maybe just a couple of rainbow gems on the side of the helmet ..."

Captain Phasma slowly made her way over to the interrogation chair until she stood before it, looking down at him.

Poe watched with confusion as the strange trooper then proceeded to detach the armored gauntlet from her right hand. In the next moment Phasma's bare fist punched him across the face, her Imperial Academy ring splitting his lip.

"I will not be mocked."

Poe grunted in pain, but that was all the reaction he would give them the pleasure of seeing. He spit out the blood from his lip then turned his head back to regard Phasma as she wiped her knuckles on the red side of her cape and methodically reattached her gauntlet.

"You're quite a girl ..." He said scornfully.

Phasma turned her head and stared at him a long moment.

"And you're being unnecessarily difficult ... 'Poe Westover Dameron, commander of the Rapier Squadron . . .'" She was reading the signal from his dog tags. "'Native of Yavin-IV.'"

"Age thirty-six, five feet, eight inches tall ..." Poe finished for her, acting bored, laying his head back on the chair's headrest, ignoring the malevolent hum.

"If you're a commander, where's your squadron?"

Poe closed his eyes.

Phasma nodded to the stormtrooper by the panel and in the next moment a tendril of electricity shot from end of the apparatus to the other, straight through his temples. His limbs twitched involuntarily, pressing painfully against the metal restraints. It felt like his head was about to explode, but he gritted his teeth growled against the pain.

"Why were you alone on Jakku? A special mission, perhaps?"

Poe closed his eyes and turned his face away. The electric bolt came again.

"The Republic's encroachment of First Order space is a breach of the agreement."

Poe opened his eyes to look at Phasma, his gaze was slightly unfocused, clouded by the in pain.

"I could not picture the Republic, having grown fat and overconfident, to be so bold ... unless ... I had heard rumors of a frustrated splinter group coming out from the Republic. Warmongers, enemies of peace and stability, willing to think the worst of the First Order, with Organa as its secret head."

"You will get nothing from me." Poe gasped out.

Phasma was silent for a moment.

"No ..." She said at last, "I see I would not." Phasma made a sign to the trooper by the panel. The humming faded away to silence. Poe looked up a Phasma with a little surprise.

"I'm not a user of the Force," Phasma continued, "but I know soldiers, and I think nothing less would extract information from you," Phasma said without admiration or censure but matter-of-factly, as she would when analyzing a trooper's battle performance.

A smirk quirked up the un-injured corner of Poe's mouth. "Is that a compliment?"

Captain Phasma did not reply but turned on her heel and marched from the room, the two other Stormtroopers following in her black and red wake.

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I think a Poe/Phasma ship would be awesome. I'd imagine it would be a love/hate, full of tension like Han and Leia or even more like Soirse and Mad Martegan from "Willow", though he'd probably be less aggressively antagonistic than those two ... it's my impression Poe's the kind of character who is really open, easy-going, and easily makes friends. I love how he stepped into a big brother role for Finn who probably never had any real friends in his life; I think they're kind of like the new Han and Luke.