[b]Raveem's Gift[/b]

After meeting with Miryia, Raveem left for his safehouse near the Senate building. It was one of the Vas'Ah owned properties in the city. Not too long ago, Raveem had given over the home to his bodyguard Phasma though he would occasionally stay there. Recently, Phasma had stripped the apartment of its luxuries and outfitted it with all sorts of practical appliances and decorations. There was minimal entertainment space, with most of it being replaced with training rooms, a shooting gallery, and a storage room. It also had an advanced medical room with a bacta tank and a medical droid. Before all this, Raveem had figured out that the Parnasso native would want to get rid of all the pointless luxuries he might enjoy. Stepping onto the speeded platform outside, he remembered how she demanded that he give her the resources to renovate the place. She was bold to do so, but Raveem accepted much to her surprise. He knew the warrior would be completely out of her element. She was driven by practicality, efficiency and an obsession with staying in peak shape. Walking into the apartment, Raveem heard the distinct sounds of someone hitting a punching bag. With a smirk on his face, he turned and entered the training room. From the outside, he looked at Phasma throw a flurry of punches against a leather bag. The captain was covered in sweat and looked like she was pushing herself over her limits. Raveem guessed she had been in there for several hours. Perfect. 

The Bothan walked over to a nearby console. Going over a series of controls, he found the options that gave him command over two programmed training droids. He chuckled as he activated them, setting them to a 'lethal mode.' Walking over to the viewing port, he stood there to watch the chaos unfold. Phasma noticed the droids activating instantly and looked over to the glass where Raveem was standing. She glared at him as the droids lunged at her with stun batons. At first, they managed to overpower her. However, once she gained control of one of the batons the Parnassian human was able to defeat both droids in short order. Exhausted, she collapsed on the floor and then sat on her knees as she tried to catch her breath. Raveem entered shortly after, clapping as he walked toward her. 

"A magnificent performance! I knew you could do it." He giggled as she glared up at him. The Bothan offered up a hand to help her stand up. She initially refused but eventually relented when her body refused to move without assistance. 

"You set them to lethal." Phasma groaned, looking down at the Bothan who stood a foot lower than her. She was furious. Not because the droids could have killed her, but because Raveem interrupted her routine. "Were you trying to kill me?" She asked dryly, walking over to a stand to grab a bottle of water. 

Raveem scoffed and held back his urge to laugh. He found the question rather amusing "Goodness no! What would I do without your fearless protection?" 

"Find someone else?" 

"Well." Raveem walked over to her as she turned around to face him. The Bothan stood there, staring at her like a proud father. He reached up with his hand and gently stroked her cheek making her wince. Phasma was more confused than anything. It was rare for Raveem to get this… touchy with her. Ever since he adopted her as a teenage girl, Phasma had seen Raveem as an adoptive father. He was harsh, demanding, but fair. Frankly, she also thought he was crazy and reckless. But that didn't take away from his genius strategic ability and knack for predictions. That aside, tonight he was acting stranger than usual. 

"What's gotten into you, lately?" She asked, making him withdraw and take a step back. Phasma had known him for too long. It caught him off guard. 

"Nothing." Raveem said quickly, turning toward the door. "That reminds me. I brought you a little something. Come, come." 

Phasma sighed and followed. Perhaps she would know at some point. Following Raveem, she met him in the living room. There, two droids had brought in two large military crates. With a wave of his hand he dismissed the droids and beckoned Phasma to step forward. Looking over the boxes for a moment, Phasma figured they were military issue. Which narrowed down the possibilities by a lot. 

"Open them, come on!" Raveem stepped back, smiling widely as he eagerly waited for Phasma. Glancing at him, she stepped to the side of the largest crate and opened it. Her eyes went wide when she saw what was inside. Inside were pieces of a full set of armor. Each piece, instead of being colored white were dyed in chrome. Picking up the helmet, she stared at her reflection for a moment before noticing the helmet's design. It was drastically different from Stormtrooper armor. 

"I had it commissioned just for you." Phasma heard Raveem explained, turning her attention to him. "It was made out of one of Palpatine's useless Naboo yachts. After all, he is pretty dead. So, I thought-" Raveem shrugged his shoulders, raising his hands to the sides. "hey, why not scrap the thing and make a suit of armor for my favorite warrior? If you ask me. It was better off this way." 

He walked over to the smaller crate and opened it himself. One of the items within it was a redesigned force pike. Raveem picked it up, and extended the spike-looking pike. It had pointed ends on both sides and a silver finish. 
"For all your close quarters needs. It is strong enough to deflect those pesky lightsabers should you ever encounter them. Finally-" Settling the spike down, he picked up the rifle right next to it. "your new rifle. A prototype F-11D. First of its kind." 

Settling the helmet down, she walked over and took a closer look at her new weapons. She was eager to put them to good use, something Raveem seemed ti have picked up on. 
"Soon, my dearest. Very soon. You and I… we are going to make history." The Bothan giggled, as he turned to leave. He couldn't wait for what was coming next. "Oh, and don't worry. You're welcome." 

He left before she could say anything else. Not like she knew what to say. She was overwhelmed and confused at the same time. Regardless of her feelings, she would follow her mentor anywhere he went. And while she had some reservations on that Miryia character, Raveem didn't seem concerned so that meant she shouldn't either. Soon, Phasma retreated to her chambers after a modest meal, a brief shower and a small journal entry. Once she laid down on her bed, it didn't take long for her to drift off into sleep.  

[i]The traitors had been vanquished. Finally, the Empire had been victorious. Thousands celebrated in the streets of Corusanct, bright red banners adorned the buildings as millions celebrated the restoration of order to the galaxy. She walked alongside Raveem, who eagerly waved while wearing his ISB uniform. In the blink of an eye, she heard the distinctive bang of a sniper rifle. Soon after, Raveem was on the floor. Phasma rushed to him, holding him up as he struggled to breathe. The shooter had shot him through the chest. She tried to say something, but felt like she couldn't speak. Even when she forced herself, her lips refused to move. Phasma looked up as Raveem drew his last breath, meeting the gaze of Miryia who stood in front of them. The Arkanian smiled as she met Phasma's stare. Deep down, Phasma felt guilty. She should have seen this coming. Followed her gut and kill that woman the moment she laid eyes on her. In a fit of anger, Phasma released Raveem corpse and lunged at Miryia only for her to disappear into a cloud of smoke. She then felt like she was falling into an endless void, hearing Miryia's mocking laughter as she did.[/i]

Phasma awoke from her nightmare with a scream. She sat there for a moment, and held her head in her hands. Wiping away the tears on her cheeks, she sat on the side of her bed. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself. It was only a dream, she assured herself. That mantra was abruptly interrupted by the beeping of her communicator. 
"Yes?" She answered, her voice a bit groggy while glancing at the sunrise. "I'll be there in two hours." Sighing she stood up, taking one final look outside before heading out.