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Who: Phasma and Pathstone/visitors
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Pathstone
When: All Week

[It was a wonder no one here got sick and died for how much of a pig sty this ship was in Phasma's opinion and after her conversation with Crowley, it was apparent neither he or likely any of the other crew were going to do anything about it.]

[In addition there was precious little to do to keep one occupied on this ship (outside of trying to corral Kylo and Hux, which she had little reason to do anymore outside of mutual ideologies). Driven by bordeom and a need for order, Phasma goes on a cleaning rampage. Throughout the week, or however long it takes, she scours, scrubs, organizes, dusts, mops, and otherwise deepcleans as much of the ship as she can lay her hands on.]

[Crewmates this means your quarters too. She will leave no dust speck unswept.]

[Visitors will be left alone aside from silent glaring if they happen to leave any messes or clutter.]

[She is determined to raise this ship up to First Order standards.]
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Who: Phasma and you
Broadcast: Private (later)
Action: Pathstone, Heron, Crowley's Bar
When: Just after the shuffle

Move to your ships, now )
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Who: Finn and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide anonymous text
Action: n/a
When: Now!

has your communicator ever sent a text message and you dont remember it that happened to me it sounded like something i would say but not quite it was a little bit off

on a related note whats a nazi

[closed]

Aug. 16th, 2016 09:51 pm
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Who: Hux and Phasma
Broadcast: None
Action: Cirrusa
When: August 15th

[There was no need to send a message as he knew they both would seek somewhere they could get lost in a crowd to meet, making it difficult for anyone to follow them or overhear what they were discussing.

Things were going well so far. To those who knew him well would recognize the light in his blue eyes, the way he loosely grasped his hands behind his back, and the way his lips kept twitching upward showed just how pleased he was at the moment. He hadn't been so excited since Starkiller had fired successfully and they confirmed the Hosnian planets had been destroyed.

So he sought out the busiest street and waited during seemed to be early evening on the moon. Thankfully, he didn't need to wait long before he was falling into step behind her.]


Captain. We have a lot to discuss.
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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?

Action

[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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Who: Captain Phasma and you!
Broadcast: Opening Video
Action: Marsiva
When: Today

On the Marsiva

[This is not the first time Phasma has awoken somewhere strange in her underwear, but two times is too many and by the time she's dressed and vacated her room (which didn't take long), she's definitely wearing a marked scowl. Dressed in the crisp white uniform she had in Blanc, complete with cape, she stalks her surroundings and does her best to get her bearings.]

[At least the level of technology here seems to be closer to what she's used to.]


Video

[The feed that's running when she arrives gets everything up until the moment she's dressed and ready to go and notice the device. A brief closeup of her face as she picks it up, inspects it, and then the feed cuts.]

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