"FN-2187 reported to my division was evaluated and sent to reconditioning."
Phasma states the information directly and with calm. She has done everything that was required of her and more with each of her assigned soldiers. From birth, they are educated and given close to no free time. So as to prevent any thoughts of leaving or treason.
But FN-2187... He has done something far worse than just run away. Far worse than deserting the first order. What he has done. Is assist a prisoner escape.
"No prior signs of none conformity."
General Hux examining the troopers history and data sheets. He smirks as he observes that this trooper is fairly fresh and upon his first mission has not had the stomach to do what is required of him. The same exact thing that is required of every trooper.
It's a dirty job but someone has to do the grunt work.
"This was his first offense." Her words cut to the chase quickly and she's ready to accept the full responsibility of what must be done. Sending a few troops after the two of them, and capture Poe and FN-2187.
"Sir, they have been hit. They are going to crash land on Jakku." The girl at the radar scanners shows a reading of a diagram indicating the most likely location giving the trajectory of the path of the ship.
"Excellent."
General Hux looks upon Phasma with a particular degree of calculation and processes the current situation. He approaches her and looks at her visor trying to see her eyes underneath the black tint of the glass.
"This trooper. He belongs to your unit. He was assigned to you and on the first mission for him, with Kylo Ren. His job was to shoot a blaster. To pull a trigger. Nothing more was required of him. Am I correct in this calculation?"
His words ice cold as he speaks soft enough for only her to hear. Giving her the dignity and respect to make sure that no one else hears this dialog. Should the other crew members hear this assessment of her right now, her orders and position would be in question.
"You're statement is 100% accurate."
She speaks calmly but her expression under that helmet is anything but. Her eyes widen a bit in shock hearing him talk like this. Hux has never held back what he really thinks at times. But for the first time ever, she is receiving an assessment from him on one of her men. And so far, it's not looking all that good.
"Then can you tell me what I should have you do? Or how I should punish you exactly? Because it would seem to me that, a trooper that has his commanding officer. Captain no less, present on his first deployment. Along with A sith, Kylo Ren, present at the location. To not open fire, and later not follow your orders to go off to reconditioning. Instead, he helps the prisoner escape. Then takes First Order property, and on top of all that. Steals a fighter, and now is most likely dead from the crash landing. You, Captain Phasma, You tell me what you think I should do."
He folds his arms looking at her as her heartbeat begins to pick up. She clenches the hilt of her blaster in frustration, pondering on her answer. To be honest, if one of her troopers where in her position right now, she would just shoot him and be done with it.
But now, it's her. And right now she has to figure out what the right thing to do is. And the only thing she wants to do is get away from Commander Hux. As far away as possible from this embarrassing situation. And the at the corner of her eye, the reflection of the planet Jakku can be seen upon the glass of one of the many portholes.
Yes, Jakku is the solution. They crashed on the planet. The droid is on that planet, as is the trooper and Poe. The answer was right in front of her the whole time. Why did she even panic? The solution is quite obvious.
"I would say that sending a few troops and myself to retrieve the both of them, as well as locating the droid and bringing them all back to you is the best and quickest solution Commander Hux."
He tilts his head to the side as she finishes her sentence. A little bit of a smile graces his lips as he nods in approval. Knowing that sending her is a bit excessive but if that is how she wishes to make it up to the first order then that is the action necessary to take. After all, he is in charge of her. And she is his best for a reason. Her success rate thus far is unquestionable.
Pondering upon how long it's going to possibly take her to complete her mission... this shouldn't take her long. Not unless something comes up and makes things complicated. Should that happen then Phasma will become merciless and do what she does best. Become a killing machine. Without mercy, or care. No stopping her when she starts on her path of bloodshed.
If she is able to fix this little issue of before it becomes a serious problem. Then more than likely what Phasma is going to do, is repair all the damage her trooper has done to the First Order on Jakku. But how long is it going to take her? And how difficult is it to find someone... On a planet?
"How long do you need Captain? To find the droid, the trooper and prisoner?"
He asks her as his body turns looking out to the planet as the damaged Tie-Fighter spins leaving a trail of smoke entering the atmosphere of Jakku. It's emergency systems kicking into full gear as the ship vanishes from eyesight. And the computer systems locked onto it lose connection once the power of the small ship shuts off.
"It shouldn't take long. All I need is a few men to help me track down the little droid. And four troopers at my side to apprehend the prisoners. Or bring the bodies. One way or another, I'll bring them back here."
The Commander turns and looks at Captain Phasma. An expression of displacement upon his face. That's not what he asked her. Not at all.
"I asked you how long you need Captain. Not what you were going to do during that time."
She catches herself before responding right away. Had she responded right then and there, she would have stuttered. Something unacceptable for a Captain. Her emotions begin to rise a bit. For the first time in a long time. She can feel herself sweat.
"Give me a day. I'll bring results to you within 24 hours. I'll have constant updates and-"
Commander Hux cuts her off before she can finish what she wanted to say. He's not interested in the rest of her prattle. He has far more pressing matters to deal with. This escaped prisoner. This trooper and droid. They are just inconveniences at this current time. But they have to be dealt with before anything more comes from them.
Crushing minor setbacks before they grow into serious matters is what Captain Phasma is paid for. It's what she's good at. And listening to her talk right now is a waste of time.
"Captain, I'm not interested in updates and I'm definitely not interested in having you here in front of me anymore. You have your mission. And I expect you to perform as you always have. I trust in your judgment. Do what you must. Just try to have no civilian casualties. We have appearances to keep up on this planet after all."
And with those words, she understands her mission. Giving a nod, her body turns around and her feet begin to carry her in a relaxed march. She takes note that everyone is looking at her. They all know that something serious has just been discussed between her and the Commanding officer.
However, she hopes that no one actually was able to hear anything that was spoken. Her orders to her troopers must be followed without question. No one must ever question her ability in being able to get any mission completed. And right now she needs troopers that she can count on. Ones that can operate without orders if necessary.
The best handful of stormtroopers on this base aren't going to do. Not at all. But a few from here, and a few from other ships will do just fine. Some that have the desire for adventure, and perhaps some that are looking for a promotion, or some that want to empress her would work out perfectly.
"Alright. I know what I'm going to do. Time to lock and load."
She pulls out her communications device and speaks out as she walks towards the elevator. Her destination is but one place, the transportation shuttle bay.
Coming up to the controls of the elevator, she punches in the number to open the doors, a few troopers standing inside are a bit nervous as she comes in. She presses the button to her desired floor.
Not wanting to lower the moral of the other troops right next to her, she avoids from contracting the single trooper that she can count on to assemble the handful of loyal men she needs. Already knowing that he most likely is training with them at this very moment.
The elevator stops and the others quickly depart, not wanting to be around Phasma when shes clearly busy. Soon as the doors open they exit the elevator on the lunch level. Most likely headed to mess hall.
Captain Phasma completes the contacting number dial on her communicator. A hologram of TR-8R appears she can hear clearly in the background of his fellow storm troopers in combat training. It's highly pleasing to her at this very moment to know that she has done well with the training of so many loyal soldiers.
But it's always even better to have a few on top that you can count on when the chips are down. Otherwise, the only person you have to count on is yourself. And much like her teachings to these troopers, is that when in combat. The only person you can really count on is yourself. Because no one else is going to try to make sure you survive a fight in combat other than you.
"FN-2199, gather five of your best fellow troopers. We have a mission to take care of. Meet me at the transport bay."
...
The time seems to pass faster than normal as the transport takes Captain Phasma and the other troopers to the sandy dunes of Jakku. It's not her first time going to a back-end planet like this but... It is her first time coming to a planet to clean up the mess of one of her own troops.
To her own admission, she will accept the fact that she honestly did allow this to happen. She noticed FN-2187 remove his helmet before. As well as not shoot anyone on the mission. Something should have been done at that moment with him. A bit more strict rather than just a little slap on the wrist.
And she did let him walk around freely after the mission. On his own no less. Yeah... in all honesty she did bring this on herself.
"Captain Phasma. Our mission, you still haven't given us any orders as of yet."
TR-8R, the bravest of the group. He always was eager and fearless. That's why she got him to gather his buddies in the first place. For him to just come out and ask a question like that, it shows guts.
"FN-2199, You will take a battle buddy with you. And go out in search of the traitor. Two more will go and search for the escaped prisoner. The last one will come with me. We shall search for the droid. It doesn't matter who finds who first. Should you come across any of the targets. Capture them alive. Set your weapons to stun. If you spot them. Just shoot. Try not to make a scene."
The stormtroopers all nod and in one voice confirm the orders. This mission is a simple one. And they know that they don't have too much ground to cover. There really isn't too many places they could have gone. So finding them should be relatively easy.
However, the problem is that this trooper can cause a few problems locally. And to get off the planet, he has the resources to do so. He doesn't even need anything of physical value when he has valuable information in his head.
All the more reason to bring him back. Or blow that head of his off.
The transport lands quick and hard as the hatch opens up allowing them to get out. They all quickly march out with Phasma being first to exit. She watches the other troopers take off with one staying behind next to her.
She looks at him and speaks.
"I trust you'll be able to do your job?"
He nods and begins to march alongside her, scanning to see if he is able to pick up any readings of droids nearby. About half an hour passes as the other troopers report that one of them had found a few remains of the Tai Fighter which had sunk in the sands. One of them almost had gotten sunk under had it not been for the quick thinking of his fellow team member.
"This isn't going as smoothly as I wanted."
The trooper looks at her when he picked up on what she had said. Slowly she turns her head in frustration and speaks one single word that puts him back in his place.
"What?"
A cold chill of fear makes him recalculate his choice to look directly at Captain Phasma. The thought of how TR 8R manages to speak to her so relaxed at times is really confusing. He told them that she's really not as bad as everyone makes her out to be. But to this trooper, what she looks like right now... is like a shiny chrome trooper in the middle of a desert. A walking target.
"Perhaps it would be best if I head towards the crashed ships out in the desert from the previous war? It would make sense that someone could get the idea to hide out in that location? That is if he got a hold of a transport."
The trooper managed to save his skin with that one. A logical assumption. If the trooper has a weapon he easily could get a speeder or cycle of some sort.
"Go meet up with the other two closest troopers and take a speeder from our transport. Take some scanners and see what you find. Only report back if you find something or run into trouble."
"Yes Captain"
He marches off and turns it into a light run into the direction of his fellow Storm Troopers. A sigh of relief is expressed within him as he gets a considerable distance from his superior. In this job... you have to be careful with what you say and who you say it to. And to him, it's a difficult career ladder to climb.
...
Finn stumbles around in the market of Jakku in search of water. His legs feel like jelly as he barely makes it to counter looking for fluids. Looking around he spots a giant beast drinking from a troff meant for animals but to him, it's a sign of life. Liquid for him to be able to survive in this unforgiving heat.
Instantly he runs to the water, not a single care of what animal is drinking from it at the same time. It's water and that's all that he cares for right now.
Taking several mouthfuls he gulps down as much as he can take into his system. Until the giant beast next to him, that noticed him a little while ago shoves him aside. Not out of greed, but the fact that it knows that the human should know better than to drink from the same source.
Fin looks at the huge beast strangely but shakes his head and stands up dusting himself off. He hears a commotion behind him. The sound of fighting.
He turns around and stumbles to a store post. He observes a young woman fending off two aliens as they attempt to take a small round little droid from her. The droid is, a white and orange pattern new looking model. Much like... Like the one Poe had told him about. That B,B, 8 unit he had mentioned. The very one which should possess the location of Luke Skywalker.
