Anonymous Text// Action: Wonderduck

[flawless_precision]

Network

[In the spirit of keeping a low profile and capitalizing on the fact that most of the people of her world haven't seen her face, Phasma decides to break the network silence with an anonymous text post in order to attempt to gather intel.]

To what extent would you sacrifice securities for freedom?

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[Ever since her visit to the green planet before their departure, and her conversation with General Hux, she's been playing mute aboard her ship; observing, listening, using a minimalist pantomime where absolutely necessary. She doesn't trust her crew, she doesn't trust the ship, and she doesn't trust Atroma. The one person she does trust she's agreed not to contact unless in a guaranteed secure location, which isn't anywhere on the Fleet itself.]

[She keeps to herself, but if you're lucky you might catch her making a meal to take to her quarters (or the hanger, or wherever there is a quite, lonley spot). If she does happen to appear where there are people gathered, it's on the fringe, where she can quietly observe the conversation without feeling obligated to add to it.]

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[frigidaire]

[ Isaac has never been the most graceful or skilled fighter so he loses his balance, but grips her wrist in return, yanking hard to try and pull her down to the ground.

If he's going to take a fall, he can at least try to retaliate. ]

What's your problem?!

[flawless_precision]

[She's skilled. She has to be. Everything her soldiers are meant to do, she needs to be able to show them how, either on the training room floor or out in battle by example. She allows herself to be tugged down with him, landing on her knees, one hand slamming into the ground next to his head, and uses the other to hold his arm against his chest and hopefully keep him pinned down.]

You. are my problem. I am not tolerant of arrogance and flippant verbal abuse, especially without the bite to back it up.

[frigidaire]

[ Isaac knows he can overpower her. He's thankful for the werewolf abilities in that regard. ]

You don't think I have enough bite? [ He snorts and his eyes turn full amber, a low snarl starting deep in his chest. His teeth lengthen, sharpen into a mouth of fangs. Isaac's ears turn to points and his face almost morphs before her.

He gives a hard shove, one that might be a touch too hard when dealing with a normal human, but he suspects she's used to fighting. He's not quiet when he does this, though, but he roars. ]

[flawless_precision]

[She's effectively shoved off, and it's with a feeling of satisfaction. Phasma gathers herself casually, dusting off her uniform and tugging her cloak into place. He may think he's won the match, but she's gotten far more information that even she had bargained for.]

Go eat. I think I've seen enough for now.