Trip woke up from his slumber by the sound of tapping.
"Stop it." he groaned, turning on his side to see the source.
"Jon?!" he gasped, rubbing his eyes.
Jon smiled sadly. "It's me."
Trip rose from his bunk and stepped closer to the cell's doors. It was then he noticed a long scar running down the side of his best friend's face.
"Jon...your face..." Trip mumbled.
Jon reached up and traced the scar from his forehead to his chin. "Yeah. It certainly is quite noticeable."
"Sorry Jon, I didn't mean it-"
"It's alright." interrupted his friend, "It was 3 years ago."
"Th-Three years ago?" stuttered Trip. //Had it been that long?//
"Yes. It was during a fight with the Tor'Eigh. My face got in the way of one of their knives."
"I'm sorry."
"Like I said, it's in the past. Now, I want to talk about you. How did you get here?"
Trip sighed. He had knew this was going to come.
"Are you ready for this? It's a long story..."
Jon nodded. "Whatever it takes."
"It all started one day in...."
********
Jon sat quietly in his office, a hot cup of coffee in his hands. The story Trip had told him was unreal.
To think, they had all...
//No, I can't think like that!// he thought to himself. //That's a path I don't ever want to explore.//
He sighed. It had been a long day, and all he wanted to do was sleep. He headed to his quarters, barely keeping his eyes open.
He pressed the door release and stepped inside.
"Dad!" a voice called out, a little figure running out at him....
"Stop it." he groaned, turning on his side to see the source.
"Jon?!" he gasped, rubbing his eyes.
Jon smiled sadly. "It's me."
Trip rose from his bunk and stepped closer to the cell's doors. It was then he noticed a long scar running down the side of his best friend's face.
"Jon...your face..." Trip mumbled.
Jon reached up and traced the scar from his forehead to his chin. "Yeah. It certainly is quite noticeable."
"Sorry Jon, I didn't mean it-"
"It's alright." interrupted his friend, "It was 3 years ago."
"Th-Three years ago?" stuttered Trip. //Had it been that long?//
"Yes. It was during a fight with the Tor'Eigh. My face got in the way of one of their knives."
"I'm sorry."
"Like I said, it's in the past. Now, I want to talk about you. How did you get here?"
Trip sighed. He had knew this was going to come.
"Are you ready for this? It's a long story..."
Jon nodded. "Whatever it takes."
"It all started one day in...."
********
Jon sat quietly in his office, a hot cup of coffee in his hands. The story Trip had told him was unreal.
To think, they had all...
//No, I can't think like that!// he thought to himself. //That's a path I don't ever want to explore.//
He sighed. It had been a long day, and all he wanted to do was sleep. He headed to his quarters, barely keeping his eyes open.
He pressed the door release and stepped inside.
"Dad!" a voice called out, a little figure running out at him....