"The Dark Knight's Whore!" Phasma cried, bursting into a fit of laughter with two accompanied Trooper captains.

This was going on daily now. You would simply walk into the cafeteria, hoping to get your lunch in peace but soon be bombarded with taunts from other captains like yourself, all being led by Phasma.

It all started a few months ago, when you and Phasma had actually been quite close friends. She had took you under her wing and you quickly excelled to higher ranks in the system with her help. You had shared secrets, including your dirty crush on the Commander, Kylo Ren.

If you could even call it a crush, that is.

Before your promotion, you had worked in the living quarters as a sinple maid, replacing towlettes and collecting laundry. You just so happened to catch the Commander without his menacing mask, and it had been tugging at your heart strings ever since.

"You're not supoosed to be here this tine of the morning." He had said. You could feel yourself burning up with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry" you averted your eyes from his beautiful face "I was just coming to replace your bedsheets"

"Well get on with it!" He snapped, and you nodded, scurrying over to strip the bed but still feeling his eyes buring into your skin with his horrorific stare.

You finished quickly, luckily. And you sprinted right out the door, his dark grey sheets fumbled around your arms.

"Next time, you will notify me before barging in my quarters" he said coldly, not waiting for an answer as he used the force to slam the door shut

"Yes commander" you whimpered before running as fast as humanly possible away from him.

You shook your head in a pathetic attempt to block out their childish nags. At this point, you felt numb to anything they had to say. It was all just stupid taunts, after all.

Someday, I'll have a reason to laugh in their face

You decided, grabbing your portion for the day and tried to leave without aby commotion, but of course that was just too much to ask.

"Wouldn't you just love to get in between the sheets with the Commander, hm?" She asked.

You still didn't know what provoked her hatred for you. The day after you confessed your feelings about Kylo Ren to her, she seemed immediately offput. It wasn't the same after that.

"Go to hell" you mumbled under uour breath, your profanity resulting in a roar of laughter fron Phasma.

"Angry that he won't even bat an eye at you?" She snickered "don't be sad. It's just practice for the hundreds of other rejections you'll no doubt get" another laugh "maybe you will get lucky and be sold as a slave somewhere with the Twi'lek"

You considered knocking that stupid bucket right off her head, but you instead rolled your eyes and forced yourself to keep your mouth shut, knowing that an altercation with a superior would mean immediate demotion or possibly even death.

///

Quite a few months later. . .

"She still won't shut her stupid silver mouth" you screeched, ruthlessly chucking a pillow back on to the matress and crosisng your arms "She has no idea! No damn idea!"

"I know" he said, in a calm tone. "It's not fair" he decided, bringing his cold hand around your waist

You sighed and spun around, digging your face into his stiff hard chest. You tended to do such quite a bit, but he didn't seem to mind at all.

Even after the months that you had spent together, it still confused you as to how the great Kylo Ren could possibly fall in love with you.

It had all begun too quickly, anyway. Almost as if it were complete spontaneous luck. The night you had your first true conversation, Kylo was gushing blood, beaten and bruised. Snoke had taken his anger out on him.

You remembered it clearly because it was so abnormal. You figured he had been in others peoole's presence before when he was hurt, but you never even dreamt that he would ask to be helped. He didn't exactly strike you as the "please help me I am crying" type, anyway.

But that's surprisingly exactly what happened. You had just been in his quadters to once again replace bedsheets, and he was there; bent over the edge of the bed with his head in his hands; sobbing his eyes out.

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this" he dusted his eyes in his hands and the trickle of blood running down his forehead and onto his bruised cheek transferred over as well. "Just retrieve what you need and leave, please"

You were already stunned that he had said Sorry and Please in the sake sentence, but you weren't about to leave him then. At this point, your childlike crush on him had grown, and you figured the only way to inch into his life was to communicate with him when he was raw and vulnerable, like he was then.

You set the metal hamper on the floor and made sure to close the door before, with extreme circumspect, sitting down beside him.

"What did I tell you!" That snarky Commander voice returned "leave me."

With a shaky hand, you rested your palm on the skin of his trembling back, ignoring his instruction and deciding that your life wasnt as important as his comfort.

He flinched at the touch, and you saw his fingertips dig into his scalp slightly, but he did not deny you.

Even more terrified, you decided to speak to him.

"You're more powerful than him" you told him "you could overthrow him" your fingeres scrunched as you slightly scratched on the skin.

"You don't understand" he said, making sure to avert his eyes so you couldn't see the glossiness "He's going to kill me."

"He won't kill you. You're the last Jedi"

"I'll help you" he decided as you finished reliving the memory of your first meeting "I'll take care of her"

"No. It has to be me. You don't have to be my guarddog" you shook your head

"I'll slaughter her" he kissed your forehead

"I know." You said coldly, not particularly wanting Phasma to die before you had the chance to get back at her

"Let's go to bed first" he said, letting you go "then we deal with this in the morning."

///

The first person you ever punched was Phasma.

Right as she rounded the corner with her trey of goop (which you no longer ate as Kylo was profoundly disgusted by it and made you eat with him) you pushed the trey onto her slick uniform, letting the green milk and soupy subdtance stain everything.

While she was in shock, you fisted her face- being so caught up in the anger that you didn't even feel the ache in your knuckles. Her helmet spun to the side, and then lolled off and fell pathetically to the floor.

By this point, your anger had already bottled up too far that you completely blanked out, and pounced on her.

Funny thing is, she was almost taller than Kylo himself. But she fell backwards, flailing her arms in a desperate attempt to get you off of her.

But you weren't budging.

You straddled her chest, throwing punches at her soft pale skin and pulling at her blonde hair ruthlessly. You could faintly hear the cheers and laughter coming from the other stormtroopers, but you didn't care. All you could look at was her nose beginning to bleed and her lip already busted

Finally, she managed to push you off of her. When she did, she lifted you up by your ponytail at least a few feet off the ground, making you whimper pathetically.

"Did you seriously think I would lose a quarrel with a little rat like yourself?" She taunted, now pressing you against the wall. You spat in her face, the saliva and mucus falling on her cheek in an obvious sign of disrespect.

She wiped off the spit in disgust and continued to hold you by your ponytail, your legs kicking to no avail.

More blood dripped from her nose and it was obviously broken. Besides that, her lip was gushing blood as well as the skin flit right open. She didn't seem to care one bit.

"What might be going on in here?"

You had never been so happy to hear that voice.

The crowd immediately scattered, and all that was left was the three of you: Phasma, yourself, and Kylo Ren.

Phasma looked over to her superior but didn't let you go.

"This nuisance attacked me." She snapped, "I'll have her executed in the evening"

"You'll what?" Kylo hissed, and you remembered that Phasma still had no idea that you were in a very intimate relationship with him.

You felt the grip on your hair loosen immediately as you fell to the floor, only to look up and see Kylo with his hands around her swollen neck, not needing the Force as an aide.

Now she was the one against the wall, choking for air as Kylo helf her mercilessly, one hand clenched and the other tightening around her neck.

"I hope you have enjoyed your life" Kylo said as his head tilted to the side "because this is the end of it,"

"Wait" you stopped him, and his head snapped to you, but did not let go if her. "Let her go." You commanded, letting you catch your own breath.

He narrowed his eyes in confusion but did as you had told him, and Phasma dropped to the floor on her hands and knees, hasping for breath and coughing profusely.

You mouthed a quick 'thank you' to Kylo before stepping to your tormentor, hand in hand with Kylo.

She looked up at the both of you, her face regaining its color. "You're not going to tell me that you two are together" she said, a hint of disgust in her voice

You held Kylo's hand tighter and took a deep breath "I'm going to spare your life" you graciously decided "just so that you can watch the man you love be with me"

Her eyebrows furrowed and Kylo said "what?"

You nodded, finally piecing the puzzle together. "That's why you disowned me. It wasn't becasue I did anything wrong; it was because you were in love with Kylo"

Her face was stone cold and she averted her eyes, forcing herself to look at the ground.

"Yes, that's what happened" you said, slightly shocking yourself. "What's unfortunate is that I enjoyed your friendship. I thought you were a great woman"

"I Don't want to hear your pity story for me" she growled.

"You won't have to" Kylo stepped in "because from now on, you will be working as a maintenance worker. You can say goodbye to Captain"

"What?!" She screeched "I deserve this more than anybody on the ship! You can't do this!"

"I think I can" he taunted "now get on your feet and dispose of your uniform. I believe the lavatories need to be tended to"