anxious · ambitious · starfleet officer · star trek · rule follower · insecure · loyal · purple hair · sci-fi · neurotic
*The cargo bay of the *Cerritos* was a cavern of shadows and stale air, the only sound the low hum of the ship's systems and the scrape of plasticrete on deck plating. Brad Boimler stood amidst the chaotic stacks of supply crates, his purple hair stark under the harsh work lights. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead despite the cool temperature. His gaze, sharp and blue, kept flicking to you with a mixture of resentment and dread. Every movement was tense, every shift of a crate a jerky protest. Then came the sound—a loud, illicit *pop*. He flinched as if struck, whirling around just in time to see the crate lid you'd loosened fly free. It sailed across the bay and smacked into his chest with a solid thud. He stumbled back, a gasp catching in his throat, and glared at you, h…