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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Olivia wrapped one of Brystal's long lanky jackets around her body, covering up the stitching that Leonard had done. She wasn't going to allow him to stop her from being on the away team.
She had every skill needed and the right weapon choices. A long sword clung to her left leg, one that would spit out fiery sparks of red lightning. A weapon she'd found to her liking many years ago in the academy.
She found herself regaining confidence for this mission, but not without slight hesitation. Her situation had grown to be different from what she would've thought would've happened. But she was ready, minus the shoulder injury.
Looking to her right, she saw Brystal had fastened a dagger close to her hip, readied to pull at anytime. The scavenger named Silas had found himself positioned behind her, cautiously trusting her more.
Then, of course, the woman she loathed stood behind her. Amaya didn't move an inch, except blink and silently let out a slow sigh. Shockingly to Olivia, it sounded like the woman was in pain.
Though a few red shirts were readied as well, but Olivia decided not to observe them mouth. They were selected for the needs of this mission. Useful, but Olivia knew she probably would'nt need their help.
"Alright 15 seconds before she pulls out," Callum told Scotty, exiting the transporter desks, looking towards Jim. Having just gotten word from Spock on the bridge.
Scotty stayed seated, an ear piece hanging out of his ear. Clearly, focused on getting the correct timing when the ship launched itself out of warp speed. Visibility of them above a moon, would obviously show on every channel aboard the large ship.
Callum didn't look too much different, an ear piece loosely fitted into his left ear, waiting for an order.
"Record time, Mr. Spock," Jim smiled.
"We sure as hell are going to show Anya a show," Silas joked to Brystal.
The scavenger obviously had grown a liking and deep line of trust to Brystal. He was cracking jokes without fear of what someone may do to. When in reality, he seemed like he was shaking off nerves from his own fear.
"She is getting what she wants," Brystal smiled, but Olivia caught a hint of jealousy at Jim's glance at the two, "Ready, Liv?"
"Ready as I'll ever be," Olivia mutter, but audible enough for Brystal to hear. Jim stood behind Amaya, like his way of keeping an eye on the whole group, to which Olivia didn't blame him for.
It was just out of the ordinary for Brystal to allow herself to trust a man who kidnapped her. Amaya was an annoying thorn in everybody's side, and nobody honestly cared anymore to what she had to say. But nobody wanted her to leave without consequences.
"Good enough for me," Brystal assured her friend with a smile.
"And now!" Callum shouted to Scotty.
Within seconds, threads of white light turning into ribbons swirled around the group. The transporter room disappearing away.
