My Version of The Last Jedi: Chapter Fourteen

A New Plan

Captain Phasma stood in General Hux’s quarters, her chrome helmet tucked under one arm, revealing her often hidden features. Blond hair cascaded to her shoulders and her face was beautiful yet harsh. Her blue eyes, hardened with years of having to survive, were focused on the relics sprawled around Brendol Hux’s room.

Hux arrived from around the corner wearing an angry expression. His hands were clasped behind his back and his mouth was set in a perpetual scowl.

“Something wrong, General?” Captain Phasma asked.

“I failed,” he said. “The Resistance got away again!” He turned to her. “How is this possible? What am I continuing to do wrong?!”

He slammed his fists on a table, breathing heavily. Captain Phasma gazed at him with a blank stare.

“They won’t be out of our grasp for long,” she said.

Hux looked at her. “What do you mean?”

Phasma smiled wickedly. “I have a plan.”