General Hux was getting impatient. The transaction should have been completed and finalised at least half an hour ago. A small pool of fear gathered in his stomach as he stood formally, leather clad hands clasped behind his back as he waited at his holo-terminal.

I should have gone myself. He inwardly cursed himself.

Just when he was about to take the plunge and punch in Phasma's holo code; her shiny chrome helmet flashed onto his terminal screen.

"General Hux.."

"Finally!" He exclaimed, his face turning a couple of shades redder than usual. "What is the meaning of this Phasma?! The transaction should have been completed thirty minutes ago! You better believe if Snoke hears about this you and your team will be reprimanded for your punctuality." His voice was biting and dripping with intimidating flair.

"I'm sorry Sir, I'm aware we were late returning back to the ship. The girl... She put up a struggle." Phasma explained.

Hux scoffed. His eyebrows raised in mock disbelief. "You mean to tell me one girl gave my men the run around? Sorry Captain if I find your reason a little unbelievable."

"Yes Sir." Phasma knew better than to talk back to a superior, even if she was being honest. "We will be expected to reach the ship at 1900 hours." And with a bleep, General Hux dismissed the hologram.

He was angry. Phasma and her men's lateness was definitely going to result in a chastising from Supreme Leader Snoke later, he could already began to feel the phantom hands close around his throat squeezing all the air out of him. He absent-mindedly reached out to touch his neck in apprehension.

"Up." Alma was in two minds about making things difficult for her captures again but decided against it when she felt another pulse of pain throb against her already bruising skull. Silently she stood with as much grace as she could give given that both of her hands and feet were shackled. The stormtrooper before her offered her no assistance as she struggled against the weight of the chains as she steadied herself. The trooper pushed her forward with the barrel of his blaster and marched her down the ramp of the ship.

Alma walked down into what she guessed was a docking bay of an even bigger ship. There were a couple more Stormtroopers waiting at the foot of the ramp, again both equipped with blasters at the ready should she choose to resist again.

Three bodies stood in the slight distance. One she recognised as the female captain that had accosted her from planet Narron and two more she had never seen before, a red haired male and a black shrouded figure that wore a helmet to obscure their appearance.

Once at the foot of the three individuals she was instructed to kneel by the following trooper. I'd rather die. She thought bitterly.

A beat skipped between them all before the stormtrooper gave Alma a large smack with the end of his blaster gun causing her to fall down onto her knees.

"Defiant isn't she?" Hux sneered. Alma glared up at him, her pale blue eyes contrasting against Hux's icy ones. She remained focused on his face as his was the only one not obscured by some weird, stupid helmet. "How much did you say she was?" He asked nonchalantly as he looked over at Phasma.

"She was originally twelve thousand... But they bumped up the price by around five thousand credits as soon as they saw our interest in her, Sir." Phasma explained.

Hux's heart nearly stopped. Eyes wide open like two grey saucers as he regarded the scruffy looking female at his feet. She certainly wasn't bad looking but she didn't seem worthy of seventeen thousand credits. He had every right to question Snoke's rationality to make such a hasty purchase but thought better of it to voice his opinions aloud.

He bent over toward the battered female on the floor and grasped her chin harshly with his leather clad fingers. She shot him a furious glare as she wriggled in his grasp.

"Tell me your name, girl." His clipped British tone made the question sound even more threatening than it should have been.

She seriously contemplated spitting in the General's face but decided against it when she felt his thumb dig into the already purpling skin on her jaw bone. "Alma... Traft."

Hux gave a sardonic smile as if proud of her ability to follow a command. "So Alma... you're able to follow orders then I see..." He began, the sarcasm dripping from the tip of his tongue. "Please see to it that it's in your best interest that you continue to. For if I find anymore of my men at harm from you; then I shall see to it that you will spend the rest of your days living in solitary confinement to rot." His grip tightened and she hissed at the soreness from her already wounded face. He held his grip on her almost in delight at causing her discomfort before relinquishing her. He stood back up to face both Phasma and Commander Ren, smoothing out the creases from his coat and straightening his hair.

"It's too late to begin her training tonight. I'll inform Snoke of the delay. Phasma take her to her quarters. Unless you have anything to add, Ren?" The way he addressed the commander was as if he was already bored before he got any sort of response from him.

The mechanical mask of Kylo Ren shot a look over at the red haired General. "No General Hux." The mask then turned and fixed on Alma who was eyeing him cautiously. The robotic voice synthesizer gave nothing away of his true self, for all Alma knew he could have been a real machine under that thing. It was unnerving not knowing what lurked beneath the mask or having any sort of emotion to gage how they were to go off of.

Phasma pulled Alma to her feet forcibly; Alma supposed the Captain hadn't quite forgiven her for the punch to the ribs she delivered to her earlier on in their scuffle to get Alma on board their ship.

The chrome solider frog marched Alma for a while in total silence as they passed many white Stormtroopers and officers dressed in black as they eyeballed the chained woman passing by. It wasn't till they reached a certain area of the Finalizer that Phasma finally spoke to her.

"This is where you'll be staying, on the west wing of the ship. Be well to remember it as the General doesn't tolerate people skulking around in places they shouldn't be..." Phasma stopped in front of a metal door and punched in a code into the data pad. She turned to face Alma to address her one on one. "Should you try to barricade yourself into your room, we have override codes and ways of entering if such a thing should happen. Please don't be foolish." She warned and with that she pressed the enter button and the door to the room opened with a loud whoosh.

Alma walked into the room; her hands and feet beginning to chaff from where the metal chains hung from them. There was a bed in the far corner and a dresser on the adjacent side. She was even lucky to have her own fresher. Other than that, the room was sparse and clinical. Figures.

She hated to admit it but these conditions were an impeccable upgrade than the one she had back on Narron. All she had was a dirty cell to call home and even then she didn't have a bed.

She watched as Phasma unchained her from the chains and instinctively Alma rubbed her sore wrists when they fell away. Almost sensing what was going through Alma's mind, the Captain shot back, "Should you attempt to escape, we will not waste any time in incapacitating you. If I were you I wouldn't even entertain the idea. You've already created quite the stir today."

"I think being incapacitated seems like a better option..." She was sure by the way Phasma's helmet just stared at her that the officer was trying to gage whether Alma was being serious or not. "... That was a joke..." She walked over to her bed and plopped herself down almost as if showing the Captain that she wasn't interested in causing anymore trouble; well at least for today anyway. Her muscles were beginning to ache and she longed to just sleep. She could and would make her way off this stupid ship one way or another, she just needed to play by their rules first for a while.

"You will find clean clothes in the dresser. A service droid will bring you your meals. Should you be required for training, either an officer or myself will come to collect you." Without waiting for any sort of response from Alma, Phasma turned on her heel and left the room.

Now alone with her thoughts for the first time in a long time, Alma broke down. Tears ran down her face as she screamed. She screamed until her voice became hoarse. She cried until she couldn't physically cry anymore.