Fearful Symmetry - Part One

Posted on Wed May 31st, 2023 @ 2:43am by Captain T'Nae "Wolfheart" Duval & Lieutenant Commander Jerome Hunt & Post Captain Davijaan "Oddball" Yeager

Mission: Mission 112: The Heart of a Truth Long Lost
Location: Various Locations - USS Coral Sea / USS Shinano
Timeline: 1000Hrs - January 11th, 2394

Lieutenant Commander Jerome Hunt regarded the tactical display before him, everything was as it should be. The heavy carrier he was aboard was ready for anything. Mission-wise, the Coral Sea was a dependable ship with a fine crew. Everything he could have ever wanted and asked for in his fellow crewmates. That was if he had actually belonged in this reality.

Jerome Hunt was not native to this reality. He had been teleported here from another reality and had never been able to find a way home. A way back to the arms of the woman he loved. A way back to the family he had lost. Everyone here had moved on, grown older and changed. His family had only just recently begun to heal the rift in their hearts. As well as in their midst. Because of one man. Jerome himself but not Jerome himself. Another Jerome Hunt. The one who had been born native to this reality. The version of him that was native to this reality had been everything that Jerome felt he was not.

Cruel. Cold. Heartless. Abusive. Self-centred. Egotistical. Division Admiral Jerome Hunt was all of these things. He had been a horror of a man. He had treated his own spouse with such disdain and left nothing but ruin in his wake.

Jerome had witnessed the evidence of this firsthand. As he was the same man as his original self. He was the inheritor of his legacy and of his records. Jerome watched all of the logs his older self had written and he had come to detest Admiral Hunt. The haunted eyes of Talon Hunt were something he would never forget or ever forgive. He had burnt his entire world to ashes and now the younger Jerome Hunt was cursed with this world. It was almost too much to bear at times.

"What the fuck have you done," Jerome commented aloud.

It was just then that Captain T'Nae Duval approached. "Commander. You okay?"

It was then that Jerome realized he had spoken his statements aloud. "I'm fine Captain, what can I do for you?" he inquired formally. Mentally he didn't wish to discuss his outburst in the slightest. He suspected that what he wanted and what was coming were two separate things.

Duval paused as she produced a PADD. "I was wondering if you wanted to take a little time to hand-deliver a report from me to Admiral Yeager, over on the Shinano.?" as she regarded the man before her with a smile. If he said he was alright, then she wouldn't press.

"Yes. I will be happy to take care of it." Hunt answered with a nod of his head. Admiral Yeager was the woman he had loved and lost in his native reality. He desperately wished to return to his original reality and home. He missed Talon. His Talon.

Duval handed him the PADD. "Thanks, Jerome. I appreciate this."

"It's fine, Captain. I'll seeya when I get back." he accepted the PADD before departing for his destination. He wanted to look the Admiral in the eye. What he really wanted was to pin Talon Hunt over a table and fuck her, good and hard. His Talon had greatly enjoyed it, but he didn't know about this older woman. Hunt let out a soft sigh as he went into the turbolift.

"Transporter room six," Hunt commented. The lift started moving. Hunt let his mind drift as he mentally placed his version of Talon Yamaguchi before him. He was nine years younger than the Admiral he was off to see. He wore a gentle smile and little else.

The doors opened, interrupting his thought process. He stepped off of the turbolift. Past the half a dozen people waiting for him. He went down the hall and into the transporter room. He was able to beam over to the USS Shinano without issue.

Hunt appeared in the transporter room on the USS Shinano. He nodded to the transporter operator but he almost skidded to a halt as he noticed the second man standing near the console. It wasn't the fact that this man was wearing command red or that he wore four pips, making him a Starfleet Captain. It was the look on his face. A smile that was all tooth. This alone indicated that he was looking for a fight, or had just won one. This meant that Hunt had to tread very carefully with this one. The grin alone told him much, and none of it was good.

Hunt knew that the man waiting for him in the transporter room would be an exceptional threat to him. The man across from him smiled. "Commander Hunt. We meet at last. You know, I had heard so many things about you." the man spoke in a quiet and calm tone of voice.