Wuthering Promises (BL)

✦ O2

— ✦ Warnings: Mentions of a crash and bodily harm.

— ✦ Note: I had a couple of hectic weeks and couldn't update, hopefully I will go back to updating a story once a week. Thank you for reading.

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The alarm on the armchair screen beeped, the timer ticking down the remaining minutes before the launch and indicating the sliver of time they still had left for preparations. (Y/n) leaned into the chair, resting his cheek against his right hand—currently balled into a fist—and keeping his eyes fixed on the screen ahead. “Status report.”

The red light in the engineering communications radio lit up, and the screen transcribed Amelia's answer at the same time her voice was heard through the device. “All engines are engaged and in working condition; propulsion is stable. Lithium reserves at maximum capacity.”

“Karasi, prepare to switch auxiliary systems to warp engines. Rowan, what's the ship temperature?”

“On it, captain.” Karasi’s gaze did not wander off her operating desk, fingers deftly pushing the buttons and adjusting the configurations.

Rowan furrowed his brows, leaning closer to his computer screen. "Ship's warming up; the cooling system's all ready and on standby.”

“Karasi, Xifeng; warp 7. Pick up the speed slowly.” He straightened his back, eyes narrowing at the large screen that gave a view to Andromeda. The stars twinkled in a beautifully morbid beauty that seemed to dare Arcadia to make the passage; like how flames beckoned moths to enter its fiery depths, only (Y/n) would not allow his ship to meet the same gruelling end. “Warp 9, switch auxiliary to main, and employ all thrusters ahead. We're about to see if this hunk of metal is any good.”

The captain's mouth went dry, and the crew fell silent, a tense atmosphere settling in the bridge. Fear and excitement hung in the air. The speed they were about to reach was going to pass from one galaxy to another in a matter of seconds, yet the matter of whether the people inside the ship were going to still be alive afterwards was about to be discovered.

(Y/n)’s hands gripped the arm of the chair as the pressure inside the bridge grew stronger, a dull feeling enveloping his head and lightly squeezing it. For a moment nothing could be heard other than a sharp ringing in his ears, a noise that threatened to make his ears bleed and his eyes explode out of their sockets. Then everything stopped.

Karasi let out a loud gasp. With eyes wide, she looked at the screen and felt the tension that had been stiffening her body loosen. “We're back to Warp 7 again, captain.”

“Ship systems stabilising and cooling engines are active.” Rowan smiled, his grey eyes locking with (h/c) ones.

(Y/n) leaned back into the chair, smiling back at the black-haired man as he laughed out in relief. He stared into the window; it was once a mere image in the distance, but they were now inside the galaxy Andromeda. His eyes glazed over as he pressed a small red button, which then lit up. “Captain's log, stardate -259171.05482623036. The ship successfully utilised warp speed 9 while maintaining life support systems; no casualties were reported.”

The vast darkness was adorned by sparkling stars and floating debris, extending itself constantly for miles and miles—a blue hue beneath the pitch black contrasting with the multiple colours coming from the planets and the light of the stars. The ship systems hummed at a low frequency, and the screens pinged with different reports; there was still one last report to come that would determine the true end of the mission. A notification appeared on the chair screen, sent by Amelia.

“Lithium reserves still contain more than enough for the ship's return; the passage did not deplete the resources.” (Y/n) stated, lips firmly pressed against each other and eyebrows furrowed as he finished reading the report. He broke into a smile, looking up towards Karasi as his finger left the red button. “Let’s officially finish the recording.”