[Save Yourself, My Darling]
Male oc x fem! Oc
Star Trek reboot
Cover by bayports
Gold Winner for Phoenix Awards
Book 1 in the TO THE STARS AND BEYOND SERIES
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—| evermore |—
S'Tarleya watched as the shockingly, green sky of her planet fade into shades of a lavender hue. Standing at the balcony outside her room, preparing herself to leave this planet. She had already grown accustomed to her planets sunsets and sunrises, admiring them as much as she could.
Ornate tapestries covered the walls: deicifing wars and history woven in her species culture. Raw colors of wind-whipped banners, again away in the years. The atmosphere around her was dark and heavy, cloying with the sweetness of honey-laden flowers.
A floor of black wooden tiles shone with polish and footprints of others feet. Reflecting murky against the hues of sunlight. A lantern placed in a corner through the smoky lights of the room inside the palace.
The handcrafted railing of the balcony underneath her hands as she began to make her way down the stairs. The back of her dark violet cape trailed behind her gracefully. The uniform of her high rank in combat had become her record for what she had done for her species.
Her blue skin and the black markings above her eyebrows, that would wrinkle when she cocked an eyebrow. Her raven black her tossed to one side showing off a golden chain of an earring.
"Commander," A lieutenant nodded to her as he went up the ramp of a ship. She nodded back, politely, her eyes meeting with the supreme leader.
The fiery red haired warrior wearing black and silver robes, encrusted with symbols and expensive topazes. Her dark blue skinned was pricked with war markings across her skin. Her yellow eyes piercing against the commanders blackened eyes.
"I see you are off in your misssion to capture the countess," The Supreme leader stated.
"It is my duty to serve my people and you, your highness," S'Tarleya bowed to the Supreme leader. Two soldiers took off the robes on her, leaving her only in her warrior shirt. The Supreme leader watched, carefully over her strategic commander.
She had played with the commander when they were simply younglings. Children with hair flowing in the breeze and laughing happily. The other species on the other side of the planet had no means to go to war with them. Plaited braid, golden sunshine, and the small bruises earned from clumsily falling.
Children had no worries in the world till they grew older. That's when they faced the truth that the world wasn't warm and loving, but sometimes cruel and cold. Not everybody was kind, some people used you for things.
Just like how the Skylers used them, centuries ago. All those battles and bloodshed from either side has been written in history. All that history was passed down into every child that would carry that legacy.
"And you will honor us by bringing the royal backward or alive. If alive we will broadcast their screams over our communicators. If dead, bring back their head." The Supreme Leader ordered.
"I understand, your majesty," S'Tarleya stood up, and nodded her head.
"Being one of the most skilled sharpshooters and as assassins this kingdom has is all the luck you are given," The Supreme leader stated.
"I know that well," S'Tarleya responded.
Soldiers began putting a large cloaking machine inside the small shuttle. Crates containing disguises, food packages, and other supplies she would need on her journey. The Supreme Leaders eyes glided over the markings of the Commanders armor.
Symbols of devotion to her species and no hesitation marked the armor. Silvery black armor that glinted in the green tinted sunlight. Handmade by the best blacksmiths of their army of a thousands.
"May luck be on your side and be at your aid," The Supreme leader said, "May nothing stand in your way."
