Poe in the medbay

It was the longest thirty minutes that Poe could recall in a long time. The doctor went over his vitals with a fine tooth comb and could only come up with "memory loss" as a diagnosis since Poe could "remember" his designation or mission. An affliction that should have sparked suspicion since security knows that this ship was infiltrated by one or more men dressed as troopers, but the charred chest plate is vouching for him. Temporary amnesia is also a common outcome of blaster fire since the armor disperses **** everywhere instead of just the impact site.

The only thing to look forward to now was a visit from Captain Phasma. Poe must have been thinking with his dick again with that invite to his medbay bed. Sure, she looked attractive in the dossier, but that was an old image from when the woman was still in training; before the countless battles that promoted her to captain. Her face has rarely been seen since. Who knows if a wookie decided to remove her jaw and use it as a weapon to fight other storm troopers.

"Mr. John Doe," the doctor called Poe by a made up name, "You have a visitor."

Poe's heart skipped a beat as Phasma walked in without her helmet. It was either because he was staring **** in the face or his cock's sudden request for blood. The only thing "wrong" with her face was faint smile lines from her age. Other than that, her blonde hair, blue eyes, and full pink lips radiated beauty. Best of all, her jaw showed no signs of wookie tampering.

"Do you always grace injured troopers with your beauty or am I special?"

Phasma smirked. "Don't think you can get extra time off by hitting on a superior."

"I'm not hitting on a superior. I'm complementing a beautiful woman."

The medbay staff could hear every word and did nothing but stare at each other wide eyed at Poe's attempts to woo the captain. Maybe Phasma will think he's high on pain killers and won't just eject him out an airlock.

"You can be court marshaled for this, you know." She smiled with a blush.

"Maybe, but you need a name for that and, as I recall or rather don't, no one knows who I am right now."

"You should recall that Darth Vader used to **** any inferiors that disappointed him..."

"If that's a promise, I'll meet you in your quarters this evening."

The med staff couldn't function with the banter going on. It was as if their feet were glued to the floor and the muscles holding their jaws up ceased all function. Phasma wasn't exactly known to cavort with the troopers. Actually acknowledging her femininity was a transgression in and of itself, but this John Doe was actually hitting on her and making her blush. A lesser man would walk away with nothing more than a fist shaped bruise if he was lucky.