Phasma

As your contingent returns to the Starkiller Base, you're able to sneak away from the rest of your unit to catch your breath, exhausted after your very first outside assignment. As you remove your helmet to wipe your face, however, a stern voice cuts through the quiet room.

"Trooper, is there a reason you have your helmet off?" You freeze as Captain Phasma's authoritative presence interrupts any thought of relaxation. Turning to her, she easily towers over you. "Your unit just returned from an assignment. I don't recall relieving you of your duties, trooper."

You attempt to explain yourself, saying you simply needed a breath after spending most of the mission under that stuffy helmet. While you can't see it, you could swear you heard a cruel chuckle under her silver helmet. "Ah, I see. I suppose you're in need of good air. In fact, I know just the thing to get you back into shape..."

Phasma suddenly reaches for you, easily manhandling you with her superior strength. You didn't dare try to fight back as she brought you to your knees, lest she punish you with something much worse. Once you're lowered to a suitable position, you watch as her pants and lower armor are dropped to the floor, revealing the ass she hid so well under her suit. Phasma turns around, presenting and pushing her bubble butt directly into your face before a monstrously wet fart breaks across your face. "Ahh, enough air for you, maggot?"