Vulcan Woman Star Trek Novels & Stories

'Please enter passcode' they say I entered the passcode and then finally my left hand and right eye gets scanned. 'Welcome back Ms. Sokolova please come in' they say 'Thank you Vicky please make sure everything is dusted and cleaned out we will be staying here for a couple days also Elijah will be coming by to drop a couple of boxes' I say 'Of course Ms. Sokolova' said Vicky. Vicky is my AI assistant I created when I bought this bunker 5 years ago and she keeps me updated with my bunker and also manages back home as well.

"The fleet is ready. The Hard-Format of Earth is eighty percent complete. But the girl... the Vessel... she’s fled into the Haven." The figure at the desk stood up. The light hit her face, and Elara let out a mental scream that shook the very foundations of the link. It was Sarah Vance. But it wasn't the mother who had sacrificed herself in the vault. This Sarah was wearing a Precursor uniform that seemed to be made of living shadows. Her eyes weren't silver; they were a hollow, terrifying black.

, I’m almost groaning. "Don't get me wrong,” she says slowly, her gelatine-like eyes burned with sincerity as she gazed at me. “There is a beauty in your rebellious spirit and all. Your defiance of women's place in our New Eden. And I admire that. But let's be real, Amber. It's a beauty that women in our position can't afford. Your defiance ain't going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. It’s just a slow, painful sucide," she said

She laughs hysterically as she shows me about the bathroom and how to operate this shower and it's water temperature. "Beautiful necklace by the way, did you make it?" "I did." I smile and hold the vine with Remus' tooth. "What a tooth. From another you killed? It smells strongly of male, a powerful male." "My would be mate, Remus. He gave me his tooth before he passed so I could have it to remember him by." She smiles a sad, almost guilt smile as she departs and leaves me to bathe.

Speaking of the devil, she couldn't understand what she felt as she stared at the man's frame through the intercom video. He couldn’t go in since she had changed her passcode unit from 111111 to her birthday. She had no idea if one would still figure that out since everyone believed that she was Damara. Minah folded her arms on her chest. What was Tobias' deal this time? To ask for forgiveness? To reconcile after disrespecting her? Not a chance. But why was she nailed on the spot looking so amused while enjoying watching his ever-handsome face from the intercom door camera? She was having second thoughts about whether to go back into her room and let the man stand there and wait for her outs

he asks, looking at how the crater is no longer dead. I smile, “This happened tonight,” I say, looking around. “Selene helped us.” Tank sighs, taking another bowl full of beef from Loki, “Why didn’t she help us?” he asks sadly. I look at him, not knowing what to say when Shelby gasps, her eyes opening wide, “Helllp!” she breathes out and I gasp, looking into her eyes. “What’s wrong?” I ask her and she holds her throat. “Cant. Breathe.”

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

I found the Ne‍vada Proj‌ect logs. T⁠here was a name I hadn'‌t⁠ seen before. Dr. Elena Vance. I star‌ted to d‍ig‍, m‌y fingers moving across the scre‌en with that clinical, rhythmic spe⁠ed that felt more like a heartbeat t‌han a‍ habit. I saw the⁠ p⁠ayr⁠oll r‌e‌cords‌. I saw the n⁠on-disclos‍ure agreemen‍ts. And th⁠en, I saw‍ the photo. It was a woman in her late fifties, with sharp, bi⁠rd-like fe‌atures a‌nd‌ eyes that looked‍ like they w‍er‍e made of flint.

“I mean, the big guy might be fine, but you…” “We don’t want to fuck him,” Vulk asserts, pulling a credit card from his wallet. “We just need to talk.” “You police?” the woman asks, eyeing me suspiciously. “We’re all paid up here.” “I’m sure you are, and no, we’re not cops. Just tell Ki-lin that Vulk and Amun are here to talk to him.” The woman eyes me again, though now it’s more curious than suspicious. “You don’t look like Amun,” the old woman declared, recognising my name. She then gestures at Vulk, “he’s a big tall man with many muscles, like him.”