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
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Brystal and Silas both found themselves in a newer room. Almost blinding by bright white walls and white lights streaming down around them. The vibrant lights that had been swirling around them seconds ago evaporated into thin air.
Silas breathed in the air, taking in the room. He knew he had no choice, but to keep moving forward. What he'd done was reckless and stupid, and probably made Frida and Jason think he was dead. But sometimes you had to leap at a chance.
Brystal felt as if she'd been pulled into a dream, but it wasn't. It was real and right in front of her, the transporter room of the Enterprise. But how the hell did they finally find them without....
The two exchanged a glance, and Silas grinned her slight smile, "You son of a bitch."
"Hands up!" A familiar British voice said towards Silas.
The two then remembered they probably weren't going anywhere since security would have to check if it was really her. And the other fact of Silas being one of the three people who captured her.
Silas cautiously lifted up his hands, looking at the short woman. Seeing she wasn't fully dressed in a Starfleet uniform, but instead an all black suit with her phaser aimed at his head. He looked across towards the bulky security officers and to the woman again.
She didn't look the least bit as intimidating as them. But he'd underestimated a billion people before and decided not to say a cocky remark out loud, slowly he got up from his position. Allowing two security officers to take a hold of him.
Using his powers would be a cruel move on everybody, he hated them just as much as when he learned that he had them. He didn't like the thought of controlling people, it reminded him of Arik. He took that off his mind, readying himself for his new fate.
"Via, I-" Brystal was cut short by Olivia, getting up from the floor of the transport.
"We can talk about it later. At least we can't get the bastard away from you," Olivia told Brystal.
The young woman examined her friend, taking in the fact Brystal wasn't wearing a Starfleet Uniform anymore. Instead she was wearing what a regular citizen would at a bar. She draped in black, something like massacre seemed to have been
Which was odd to Olivia, Brystal Isley wasn't one to just dab on makeup all the time. It was usually on special occasions, specifically parties. Usually Christmas parties or simple birthday parties they'd attend for friends.
But she also noticed something else, Brystal looked as if she'd lost some air at some point. Her friend's breath was slightly heavy and breathing in the air of the transporter room. Worry wove its way back into Olivia's ribcage.
Not a single look of hurt or singe of pain seemed to emit off of Brystal. There wasn't a scratch or even a bruise in sight. She looked just as clean as she had when she had been the last time Olivia had seen her.
