She orders Finn to her quarters for 'inspection'

Another day another successful victory for the First Order. Captain Phasma let out a satisfied smirk from under her chromed helmet as the door of the transport opened up to the hanger and those under her command left the transport ship. None of her men had fallen but with going against a group of villager’s compared to those in the First Order’s military who had training it was an easy fight.

“FN-2187, submit your blaster for inspection” Phasma ordered as she noticed the trooper quickly run into her transport ship; said trooper had removed his helmet revealing the back of his dark-skinned face to the Captain. He seemed to be out of breath.

“Yes, Captain” the trooper replied, panting.

“And who gave you permission to remove that helmet?” Phasma questioned, rather unimpressed with the breach of protocol shown. Trooper’s in the First Order were indoctrinated into the ideal’s and customs of the organization to rise from the ashes of the Empire and FN-2187 was showing a disregard for said customs.

“I’m sorry Captain” he responded, still out of breath.

“Report to my quarters at once” Phasma said, leaving no room for argument.

“Captain?” the trooper questioned as he turned to face the chrome armoured woman.

“That is an order, you will follow it or risk the same punishment anyone who disobeys me. Do you understand?” the dangerous tone of Phasma’s voice made it clear that the trooper had better think his next word’s carefully.

FN-2187 or his real name of Finn thought it over, those who questioned or disobeyed Captain Phasma had a rather large habit of suddenly going ‘missing’ and Finn was still young, he was still in his twenties and he had no desire to end his life prematurely.

“Yes, Captain” he replied more level-headedly.

“Good” was all the Captain said before she exited the transport ship; her heavy footfall’s ringing out through the small spacecraft.

Phasma wasn’t a patient woman. As she paced back and forth, her heavy chromed boot’s footstep’s echoing around her small and rather bland room her impatience was beginning to get the better of her. She’d seen plenty of adult films about black men having sex with white women and at the end of the day FN-2187 was black, she cared not for anything else about him except what dangled between his leg’s.

She’d had sex, or more accurately dominated plenty of white soldier’s under her command to the point where she’d accidently wound up smothering more than a few under the weight of her immense ass as she sat on their face. When Phasma was nude almost anyone who was looking at her body would be drawn towards her big fat ass.

Her helmet was held aloft on top of her spear which lay resting on the wall close to her bleach-white double bed. Her hair was fashioned into a short blonde crew cut style cut. Having longer than medium length hair was heavily frowned upon amongst the First Order and Phasma was a strong believer in it too.

As she began to consider finding FN-2187 herself and dragging her to her quarter’s Phasma saw the door to her quarters slide open revealing the person on the other side.