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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"Captain," Spock addressed Jim, "The signal that went off yours, Lieutenant Uhara, Lieutenant Hale, and Lieutenant Commander Stewart, moments ago all aline in the same direction. Precisely a few nebulas past Romulus."
"The same direction we're the T-800 was last tracked," Jim added, relief washing over him, Spock nodded in response.
"Looks like we're heading in the right direction," Amaya held back a prideful smirk. Two security officers on either side of her. She hadn't done anything stupid like try to run away or kill anybody, but that'd didn't mean nobody on the bridge was uncomfortable.
She stood around the ship like she owned every inch of the bridge. Gracefully gliding around each hallway on the ship like it was nothing new. Almost as if she had been on this ship for years.
Then again she was indeed Callius's daughter, the highest ranking admiral now. She probably had watched her father do dozens of commands and instructions in the passed, taking note of them carefully. Clearly picking up on his calm stance.
Jim had started to see the woman that Callum, Uhara, and Olivia knew Amaya to be. He barely knew Brsytal's side of the story, not knowing what her childhood was like growing up with Amaya. He didn't know and didn't think he'd could ever picture Amaya as that childhood friend type of person.
"Good riddance," Callum muttered, eyeing over at Olivia, who was holding back from punching Amaya.
Olivia's condition hadn't much changed, but Leonard wasn't hovering over her as much. Actually giving her some space that she needed. Being able to show the ready to kill Amaya if she moved out of line once.
Callum felt like he was her backup just in case that happened at all times. Worried over Olivia's condition just as much as everyone on the bridge was. Two bones detached from where the originally were by one perfectly aimed phaser blast wasn't an easy recovery.
"Lieutenant, set coordinates for Romulus."
"Yes, sir," Sulu replied.
Brsytal found herself blinded by a brilliant lit city, causing herself to immediately squint. Billboards and buildings of all heights stretched towards the roof of the station. The sound of laughter, hoots, and shouts could be heard everywhere.
Species of all alike, no hatred or sense of tension in the air as they socialize with one another. Children playing around with no fear of bumping into strangers. Music blaring from a couple of bars.
The scents of vendor foods wafted in the airs as the group made their way downstairs. The moon may never shine in this place, but it felt as if night time was always around. The Space Station was practically a perfect community.
