Archer entered the bridge at a dead run, but pulled up short at the sight of Miguel lounging in the captain's chair.

"Our ship, our choice of captain," the skinny twin said. "And you do not get my vote." He smirked at Archer.

"Can you fly?" Archer calmed himself, breath recovered. He had no time to deal with the mutinous Miguel, but this confrontation had been brewing for a while and he needed to handle it.

Miguel shrugged. "I can command. You can fly. No one ...