U.S.S. Pathfinder — NCC-1774

MD 2.0245  (22650803.0245)

U.S.S. Andúril — Transporter Room 1

Tugging at the bottom heam, Capt. Jack Hunter straightened the gold tunic of his uniform and gave his utility belt a quick adjustment before stepping up onto the transporter platform.

The ship’s commanding officer turned around, steeled himself and gave a quick nod to the transporter chief.

“Energize,” he ordered.

In the flare of transporter effect, one transporter room faded away as another took shape.

Both appeared to be the same, only those present were different and among the new faces was one that looked remarkably like his own.

“Hello brother,” Jack said to his twin.

Jonathan led the way to the door.

“Gym is on this level,” said Jonathan as he turned towards the door. “It’s closer.”

Without a word, Jack followed, gingerly touching his nose and the blood flowing from it those

Capt. Jonathan Hunter stepped up onto the transporter platform with deliberate steps and promptly punched his brother square in the nose.

Blood sprayed from nostrils as Jack staggered back.

“Why the hell did you leave her like that????” Jonathan asked.

Jack gingerly touched his nose.

“Did you have to break it?” he asked.

“You broke her heart, didn’t you?” Jonathan countered.

Jack would have shaken his head but knew his nose would hurt too much.

“You broke it first,” Jack countered.

“It wasn’t my fault,” said Jonathan.

“Not your fault?” Jack pushed himself to his feet and put his face within inches of his brother’s. “You’re the ass that slept with her best friend!”

“And you’re the one that took her into his bed right after that!” Jonathan returned, one hand reaching to pull the sword from his belt, although neither yet thumbed the activation switch.

“Let’s have it out,” Jack said fuming. “Gymnasium or arboretum?” he asked.

“Gymnasium!” Jonathan spat. “It’s closer!”

Gripping the hilt of the still retracted Romulan honor blade, the Pathfinder’s CO turned to the door.

Following his brother’s wake, Jack gingerly touched his broken nose and the blood flowing from it.

The eyes of stunned crew members watched to shocked for words as the two Star Fleet captains left the room.

Respectfully,

Capt. Jack Hunter
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Andúril

and

Capt. Jonathan Hunter
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Pathfinder

aka.
–Mike Tripp

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Ok … Let’s see if we can breathe some life back into the old girl.