Disruption

Auditoriums. They were designed to enhance a situation, good or bad. They were sometimes used for entertainment. And they were also used by governments to conduct vast meetings that otherwise would be difficult to hold.

Captain Phasma stood on a grand pedestal that stood in the very center of the auditorium reaching upward of a hundred feet. There were no railings to bar a person from toppling to a rather painful death before the eyes of thousands but that’s what made standing on the pedestal all the more exhilarating. The factor of danger made Phasma’s pulse race and her heart pound in her breast.

She suddenly began to have flashbacks of her times on Parnassos; struggling to survive on that inhospitable wasteland of a planet, fighting for her life in an arena among people she once called her friends. They were probably dead by now or worse, were enslaved by some criminal syndicate. She had been smarter. She had survived, using her friendship with General Brendol Hux to rise through the ranks to the position she had now. But now, she wanted more, and as she stared at the droves of leaders from other worlds surrounding her, she knew she had what it took to lead them all.

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