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STC: Have Starship, Will Travel: Chapter 6STC: Have Starship, Will Travel: Chapter 6 by DrOfDemonology
Open Space, S.S. Calypso
March 24, 2270
After two days on the ocean world, Cera decided that her crew had had enough and they resumed their previous course. The planet simply wasn’t what they’d hoped for. There weren’t any proper waves for Kona to surf, Garadun and Magik found it too hot, and the extremely long day-night cycle wasn’t something anyone enjoyed. The marine life was interesting, but Cera didn’t have the time for proper research. Magik was the one who found the world and therefore she had the right to name it. But because she couldn’t talk, it fell to Garadun to speak for her. They named it Drip.
Everyone had plenty of spare time on their hands. Kona spent at least a few hours of each day in the holoroom, surfing. Cera and Nessa’s love life was very passionate, and they whiled away many pleasant hours in bed. Not only in their quarters but also in the holoroom, using its capabilities to provide assorted
Blood Pressure, BonesxReaderYou were minding your own business, leaned up against a tree with a textbook open on your lap and the intention to study it. It was a beautiful day, and many of your peers had also decided to take advantage of this cooperative weather and go outside. The grass outside your residence building was teeming with life, and you were having a hard time studying.Blood Pressure, BonesxReader by Captainninapants
There were a few options for you earlier in the day, but the library seemed too quiet and cold, and you had forgotten a sweater in the room. Your roommate told you that they would need the room, and on your way out you saw their significant other come into the building. Right now they were probably doing something you didn't want to interrupt, so you decided you would forgo the sweater. You were outside to study, and that was exactly what you decided to at least try to do.
An hour had passed unsuccessfully when a young man disturbed you, gently tapping your foot with his. You looked up from your book.
“Can I take your blood pres
Public Relations, KirkxReaderYou dropped the bath bomb into the water, watching it immediately fizz and release a relaxing scent. The water turned purple, small flecks of glitter reflecting in the light of the bathroom. You lit a few candles, picked up your book, and sunk to your neck in the water. Silence was a rare treat in your field of work, and you had prepared for this day nearly a week in advance. Nothing was going to stop you from utilizing this day in the most productive way of all; doing absolutely nothing.Public Relations, KirkxReader by Captainninapants
The past week had been an intense ride where whatever could go wrong seemed to. You recently had gotten a promotion in the public relations office of Starfleet, where you had gotten assigned to the 'clean up crew'. It was a slang name for the duties that you now had to deal with, used so commonly that most had forgotten the actual name of the job. The last person to have your job was currently on paid leave after snapping under the pressure, something that everyone was very excited to remind you of. U
Comparisons, SpockxReader"I think I love you."Comparisons, SpockxReader by Captainninapants
"You cannot think you love someone. You either do or you don't. Which is it?"
You pondered his statement for a moment. "I love you."
"I feel a deep regard for your company as well."
"You really do know the quickest way to my heart, Spock." You crossed your arms across your chest, leaning back against an empty spot near Spock's post. He turned in his chair and looked up at you.
"It is true. I enjoy the time I spend around you far more than when you are not in my proximity." His voice was warm to your ears, showing emotion he would only ever expose to the handful of people in the bridge.
"Then why haven't you told your parents about us?" Spock turned back to the panel that he was attending, dutifully double checking all the levels. You saw right through it, though, knowing fully that Spock was trying to diffuse the conversation.
"They know who you are." He defended, fingers moving slowly and cautiously across the board. "But it is true that I have not told them that