Honor of a Protector (Sci Fi OC x RWBY)

Chapter 11- New Arrivals

Helix in! I'm getting good vibes here since the story is continuing to gain traction, like what I said back in Chapter 10 and the title here, there will be new arrivals in Remnant's system coming in, and they'll probably screw the White Fang over like the Vampyr's demonstration of force. But without further ado, let's get into it!

(???'s POV)

Within the room I'm in, I quickly felt that this ship and others like it have returned to sub-light speeds as the sounds of the thrusters made a light humming noise as they traverse the great distance of space. 

I sat in a chair facing another chair as both the Captain of this ship and I were playing a game of chess, and which the Captain who's a man with horns protruding off his head, wearing an Imperial Navy Uniform befitting an Admiral was winning as he seemed to have caught what remained of my pieces into a checkmate, knowing his victory is at hand, he then moved his rook in the direction of my King Piece, taking note of the other pieces that were set in place, ready to cut down the King piece should I try anything. 

"Checkmate." The Captain of the ship said to me, confident in his victory. 

I then grunted as I closed my gloves, seeing defeat, I then made a push on my King piece, begrudgingly accepting defeat as a small grin crept up the Captain's face, with a smug attitude .

"Milord, with respect, Your tactics are empty, emotional, impulsive, etc. You react to my traps as one would when caught surprised and driven by emotion." The Captain said to me, criticizing my tactics like a father scolding their kids whenever they did something bad. 

"Yes, you got me, but you gotta at least give me credit, I took down a good chunk of your pieces before you routed me." I said, defending myself. 

"That may be true, Crown Prince, but while emotion and fire runs through all of us Daemons, we have to keep a level head, it's what separates us from the Demons whom are less compared to us and to the other races of the Galaxy." The Captain said to me, reminding me of what separates us from the lesser, more emotional Demons, consumed by the very flame they covet and practice. Our  Flame and Mystical Art. 

"I know, Captain Bellica, but I do wonder what's this cargo your carrying that's so important." I said, now asking when we'll arrive to wherever what was needed for this mission. 

"Well, I believe we'll know soon enough once we get this to our destination." Bellica said, confident within his ship, then a light beep was heard, coming from the door. 

"Yes?" Bellica asked whoever ranged the door. 

"Captain Bellica, permission to enter?" A Daemon man said to him as he was about to answer

"Permission Granted." He replied as the door opened as the door went up as the person stepped inside.

A Man with great horns protruding off of his forehead wearing the Imperial Navy Uniform which consisted of a long, deep crimson coat with black pants and boots, the coat had an Identity Tag with their name and position in the Navy, The man then approached us. 

"Captain, Crown Prince, The Fleet has returned back to Sub-Light speeds and something has happened." The man said as his rank was distinguished as Navigator.

"Navigator, define 'Something has happened'? I'm quite curious." Bellica asked, and giving a smile that didn't sit right with me. 

"W-well sir, we seemed to have somehow arrived in Uncharted Space." The Navigator said as Bellica nodded, likely disappointed that they managed to end up in Uncharted Space, but intrigued in what they'll find in this area.