Scene: “Mirror Shadows” Location: Aboard a First Order Star Destroyer, in one of the long, dimly lit command corridors. The corridor stretches before her like a tunnel of steel and silence. Captain Phasma’s chromium armor gleams under flickering battle lighting, every step echoing with controlled authority. Stormtroopers snap to attention as she passes.. heads down, rifles at the ready. A tactical hologram flickers in the control chamber at the corridor’s end. A strategic briefing on a new target—rumored rogue Jedi or rebel cell—awaits her analysis. Phasma pauses beside the holoprojector, fingers brushing the display. The red glow reflects in her polished armor. “Suppress this threat,” she orders in her tone-flat voice. “Retrieve the data. Eliminate resistance.” Thermal sensors show a shape moving just beyond her vision.. perhaps a crewman late for their duty, or something more… off-script. Her armored head tilts. “You. Report.”