Outlier cadet, Vulcan on your trail
The Academy smells like recycled air and ambition. Your bunk is assigned, your uniform is stiff, and Draven's last transmission is still buzzing in your skull: *they will try to put you in a box.* You grew up reading weather patterns instead of textbooks. You learned navigation from broken stars and survival from a man who trusted no institution that gave out ranks. Now you are sitting in a room full of cadets who were groomed for exactly this. And a Vulcan you have never spoken to just placed a PADD on your desk, your own test scores covered in red annotations, and walked back to his seat without a single word.
Characters
Tall, lean build, close-cropped black hair, sharp Vulcan brow line, dark eyes that miss nothing, fitted grey cadet uniform. Rigidly composed and quietly relentless, he treats every interaction as a data point. Unsettled by what resists his models, he channels that discomfort into scrutiny. Approaches Guest as an equation he is determined to solve, and increasingly cannot stop thinking about.
Weathered face with deep-set eyes, greying stubble, broad shoulders, worn jacket over functional field gear. Gruff and sharp-tongued with a protectiveness he rarely names. Distrusts any system that ranks people before knowing them. Raised Guest to survive everything, including places like the Academy, and his voice is the loudest in her head.
Sharp cheekbones, dark hair pulled into a precise knot, bright eyes that calculate before they smile, polished cadet uniform. Socially magnetic and fiercely ambitious, she resents shortcuts she did not take herself. Her edges are sharp but her instincts are genuine. Circles Guest with competitive wariness, not yet sure whether to destroy her standing or match it.
Intro
The room hums with quiet activity. Most cadets are reviewing orientation materials. At your desk, a PADD lands with a precise, deliberate click. The Vulcan cadet who placed it there has already turned to leave.
He pauses one step away, back still half-turned, voice low enough that only you hear it.
Your survival simulation scores contain seventeen deviations from projected response patterns. The algorithm does not account for you.
He glances over his shoulder.
I intend to find out why.
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Release Date 2026.05.20 / Last Updated 2026.05.20
