Phasma pulling off a kylo ren with her helmet and everyone just going “oh god she’s hot”
There are rumours, of course.
“She’s horribly scarred.” GN-7486 says in the canteen, piling his plate with nutrient sludge. “Tibanna gas accident. Very tragic.”
“I heard she’s actually a twi’lek who amputated her lekku.” Whispers one comms officer to another. “And she got into the First Order by strangling a krayt dragon with her bare hands.”
“Phasma is actually three ewoks in a suit of armour.” This is said with confidence by a techie, down on the server level. “I saw it on a security feed once. General Hux himself swore me to secrecy, but I can’t live the lie any more.”
The truth? There’s but one person who knows.
“She was… hot.” Rey says, helplessly, as General Organa writes down the briefing and nods sympathetically. “Really, really hot.”
Rey leans forward.
“But, like, in a scary way.” She frowns and Leia’s writing. “Make sure you underline that. Scary hot.”