Brystal is the daughter of the great Admiral Christopher Pike. She was nobody special, nobody specific, but that all changed one day.
"Adventure for destiny in the stars."
[Star Trek: Reboot]
[Kirk x femme!oc]
Cover by @chasingmaybanks
Book 4 in the...
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A Red Shirt by the name of Leslie hit the ground of the training room hard. He couldn't stop a groan coming out from his chest. He rolled over onto his side, clenching his jaw in pain. Brystal's hovered above him, impressing Spock and Kirk with her training with every time she beat Leslie.
The room was bathed in a white light with red painted Starfleet symbol on the wall. There were gray mats underneath them to soften their fall. Weapons of daggers and phasers lined the walls just for target practice.
Leslie wore a red uniform matching his red shirt uniform that showed he was a security guard. Brystal's uniform was in a shade of blue, showing her science position on the starship. Both were wearing a ballet like shoes so it would be easier for them to move on the mat.
Brystal relaxed the form she had previously clotheslined him. She rolled her shoulders back a couple of times, letting the tension out of her body. She didn't make a move to help her, observing his movements, "Lieutenant don't tell me your distracted."
His response came back almost in a huff, pushing him back up into his stance, "I'm Fine. You fight good, commander."
"This is no time to comment, Lieutenant." Brystal's huffed. The lieutenant went back up into his stance prepared for. Brystal launched an arm jab into his face; right then left;designed to drive him back. Leslie dodged the attacks, failing to keep his guard up.
The next punch came slamming into Leslie's check without mercy. His head snapped downwards from the blow, stepping back a few steps.
"You're definitely lying." Brystal replied, "If you were focused, you would've seen that attack." Brystal had pulled that attack a thousand times at least. Predictable. Easy to counter.
"Commander, I assure you I'm not." Leslie responded, he righted his position. She tilted her chin upwards, putting herself back into her own stance.
He threw a couple jabs at her, only to be blocked by her strong forearms, followed by a wide kick that she countered with her hands. Pushing him off balance, he recovered quickly, pivoting d to where she stood.
Leslie throw a hook and a jab at her again, Brystal blocked the attacks with ease, her guard unbroken. Her eyes were locked on his every movement. She took two steps to her left, circling him like a vulture, Leslie tried to keep in step with her.
He threw another jab only to be blocked by his opponent again. Brystal took his combination of jab, punching his unprotected gut. Enough to make him notice her next attack, knocking the end out of him. He crumbled to the floor, bending over for her to hear an audible breath before standing back to his height. Their eyes made eye contact for a moment, her gaze unreadable.
Spock from the window turned to Kirk, "Her skills aren't logically planned, but they are designed to hit when her opponent is distracted."
"She is pretty good," Kirk responded, his gaze admiring Brystal's attack forms. He was in awe of her strength and her ability to stop every single one of Leslie's punches. Leslie was one of the most experienced security guards they had, yet Brystal was taking him down like he had never had any training at all.
