[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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—|seeds of a legacy|—
"Commodore?" Marcus spoke up from the door of Commodore Roosevelt's room.
He had been worrying over a few works and other data for the ships out for battle. Plotting and planning every section of an attack they could use. Ever since they got word of Elsa's poisoning, they had no choice other than to make a new plan.
Many others would've called the Commodores room bland, but Marcus found it was just the right amount of stuff not being too much. It made the Commodore not seem too focused on having an amazingly decorated room. Something he admired out of his old tutor.
The scent of fresh espresso in a mug laid on Roosevelt's desk when he looked up, "Ah! Marcus, I wasn't expecting to see you at all today. You know I gave you three days and this is just day one of planning battle strategies."
He was right.
It was only 8am in the morning and not many people were so enthusiastic to get up so early. Not every Starfleet officer was awake enough for a meeting. But somehow Marcus decided to put that small detail aside.
"Sorry, sir. I think I may have concocted an amazing battle strategy for our nest upcoming battle," Marcus handed the Commodore his datapad.
But that's when he noticed something was wrong. The aura that wafted around Roosevelt's usual calm demeanor seemed to have shifted when Marcus entered the room. But what could be the matter this early.
Everything had to start feel semi normalized these days. Other than officers risking their lives into the farther reaches of space. The S'Keerans for once had chosen a side and were volunteering their souls in fighting.
"Sir........is everything alright?" Marcus decided to ask.
"Me or the army in space?" Roosevelt questioned, looking up from the Admiral's datapad.
"No. Just you, sir," Marcus tried once more.
"I'm afraid that I may have some time to explain this all to you," Roosevelt set down the datapad, getting up from his chair.
He walked over to his bookcase of books and files, passing by a few picture frames. Everything felt like it was in its right place, except him. Why did everything suddenly feel so off when he just wanted to hear his superiors opinion?
"You ever heard of Section Thirty One?"
"Yes. You've told me many times about them, expressing your interest on allowing secret mission that would be unknown to others.....why is this relevant to now?" Marcus answered before his curiosity peaked inside him.
"I'm afraid that we've had a little planning. You see the only way to get weapons and bombs from the Klingons is if they were distracted," Roosevelt continued, "They have interesting mechanisms and designs that need to be examined. But a loss of weapons wouldn't go unnoticed."
