'And what about the Ren corporation ma'am?' Hux asked, holding the folder in his hand as they went through the documents on what was once Ben's desk. Phasma had pretty much claimed the office as her own since her return.
'Dump it. That was my brother's dumb pet project.' Phasma replied.
'As you wish.' Hux said with a small nod.
Phasma rubbed her temples, 'I'm sick and tired of everyone always asking me if there have been any sightings, if there was any news yet? Why can't people just accept he died at sea? Why does everyone have to be so god damn… hopeful?'
'Its just in their nature I suppose,' Hux suggested with a shrug.
'Yeah well, it's annoying.'
'I'll hold your calls this afternoon Ma'am.' Hux said.
'Thank you Hux. You're a treasure.' Phasma said.
Hux beamed as he left. Phasma rolled her eyes. Poor gullible Hux. So easy to keep on the leash with a few well-placed compliments. What a fool.
Phasma picked up her phone to return her messages when her office doors unexpectedly slammed open. In rolled her father in an electric wheelchair, a small blanket over his legs, and a frantic nurse running behind him manoeuvring a medical drip stand.
Phasma dropped the phone.
'Father! What are you doing out of bed?' She asked trying to mask the fear in her voice.
Her father's voice was raspy but firm, 'I had a feeling you were keeping something from me Phasma, so I sent a private detective to check out your story and guess what he found out?'
Phasma swallowed, 'I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about.'
Her father rolled up to the desk and threw a selection of pictures of Ben down onto the surface.
Phasma picked up the photos. Ben laughing with a group of guys, Ben carrying a little girl on his shoulders, Ben kissing some hot piece of ass on the lips? It was undeniable. This was Ben, and yet… it wasn't. At least it wasn't the brother she remembered. Had she ever seen Ben smile before like he was smiling at that pretty young thing? Did he remember who he was at all? Or had he just wandered out of the hospital one day and started a new life?
Phasma pushed the thoughts aside, there would be time for speculation later. It was time for some Oscar worthy acting. With tears in her eyes Phasma put the back of her hand against her lips,
'He's alive! Oh, father! They were wrong! Thank Heavens they were wrong!' She sobbed.
The old man observed Phasma for a moment. She didn't think he believed her story but she also knew enough about her father to know that he would admire her cut-throat actions. It was the Snoke family way after all.
'Leave us.' He called to the nurse who darted out of the office.
'Well played Phasma, well played.' Her father congratulated her.
'I don't know what you mean father.'
'I think you do, but I will play along. Get your things, we're going to get your brother.'
'Hold on! Maybe he doesn't want to come home! Maybe he is happy where he is! Let's think about this for a moment.'
'Ben want to come home Phasma, he just doesn't know it yet.'
'I just think…'
'Enough!' The old man's shout echoed against the office walls and Phasma dropped her head.
'You have played well but you have lost, Phasma. Ben is the only one capable of being my successor, we will retrieve him and we will remind him who he is.'
'What about the girl?' Phasma asked in a small voice.
'We will let Ben deal with the girl. You have ten minutes.' Her father said as he manoeuvred out of the office.
