Travis Kroells

Man lets do a Trible sim!! it would rule! :o

The homecoming (Chain of command)…Kroells’s logs Travis stood in the middle of the bridge furious. While he had in his room changing in to some clean clothes the door had jammed on him. Needless to say it took him a good forty minutes to open the thing causing him to be extremely late for his duty shift. Needless to say he was in a bad mood that only spiraled down from the point the walked on the bridge. He tried to look as inconspicuous as possible seeing as how he, the acting CSCI was forty minutes late for his shift would look to Fred and Ridire. He headed over to Spencer and Garnoopy who were currently going over specs of the Cairo’s cargo supply seeing what supplies could have caused this. Travis knew he was in charge of this operation and he intended to work this case as he saw fit. He briskly walked over to Garnoopy and Spencer informing them that they would proceed to investigate Lt. Aerso, the only known engineer to survive the now dubbed Cairo incident. Travis had met him with Lt’s Garnoopy and McLean on the ship while conducting their mission onboard. He waited for the two to pick up their stuff and head with him to sick bay where Aerso was believed to be. He waited for several seconds watching Garnoopy sit and do nothing. He waited and watched. Garnoopy simply stood there acting as if the order meant nothing. Several seconds more…nothing and then he simply continued on acting as if Travis held no authority at all! Infuriated he rid himself of Garnoopy and Spencer and headed down to sickbay alone. Travis stood in the turbo lift in a fit of rage. Garnoopy had no reason to not only disobey him like that but at the same time disrespect him! Travis watched the doors of the turbo lift open leading down the hallway towards sickbay. He entered quickly and most likely with a bad look on his face. Several crew members, some of the Reaent’s and some of the Cairo’s shot quick looks at him but then quickly turned away. The stress and anger must have been showing. At that point in time he didn’t really care. He scanned the room checking for Aerso while noting the female laying on the biobed. He finally gave up and checked with the computer for his exact location. All the hunk of junk could give him was that he was in sickbay…real help there. Travis made another passing glance through out sickbay finally finding Aerso in Debbie’s office. He approached the office only to be stopped short by Debbie. After a small discussion with Debbie he gained access to the office. He was about to begin his interrogation right when Spencer and Garnoopy entered the room. He was about to tell Garnoopy off when he realized that it would be easier if he was there. He quietly looked out into the hell hole of a sickbay. He lost track of what day it was. He knew his birthday was coming up but he didn’t know if his birthday was yesterday, today, or tomorrow but it didn’t really matter. He looked around prioritizing the situation he would get the interview done and deal with Garnoopy as necessary. Then he’d head to the holodeck and find some program to make him forget this hell of a mission. He quickly turned to Aerso eager to start the interrogation. He walked slowly towards him trying to clear his mind. But all he could hear in the back of his mind was, “Happy birthday Travis. Be happy because it’s the best one you’ve gotten in a while.” He smirked knowing he was right. As he stood mere feet from Aerso he muttered something even though he knew he would hear him, “Happy birthday to me…”

Hey i work at McDonalds and that coffee is plenty fine! :o

::looks to Garnoopy and then gives VanRoy the evil eyes:: :o

:crys:: why cant i ever get any of my post to look fancy and move and crap! :P :o

::birthday is on april fools..hence forth is always an april fool::....::looks around:: You know what!??!?!? SHUT UP THATS WHAT!!!!! IS NOT A GM REPEAT IS NOT A GM UNLESS THERE IS NO ONE ELSE LOOKING.

::bows:: Thank you thank you...15 sheesh. I cut class to get my permit. Which means by the time you read this i'll probally be in lock up for hitting some one. ::o:

Hey come on now i have to deal with both fred's and if one of them are gona were that bra...well then I think we just created to villins for the movie: Fred for destroying young fragile minds with that kind of clothing, and me who will no doubt go insane after seeing that kinda stuff. I'd be the hanibil lecter kind of crazy. Hmm...now wheres Ridire....

LOL if i could make a plot to the movie this would be title: When A9 goes insane the basis of the movie would be that the entire manticore crew would go insane (or more insane...depends on how you look at it) any ways A9 takes the ships cover of a tug boat to seriously and begins to randomly tractor beem ships and then ram them into other ships. When the rest of the Fleet (Arcadia, Reaent, Republic, Pandora's Box, and the newly recovered from the delta quadorant QoB.) Ok so the ships are flying in. And at the last minute A9 (Played by the older but still cool Sean Connory (if thats how you spell it)) Uses his ACTION powers to slam all the ships together. The reasult? A ship with like 10 nelciles, 2 or 3 garnoopys, the andorian and human fred, a medical staff comprising of sheeps and humans, and one confusing comand structure. I think you get the point. However in the end A9 uses all the budget runs out of money and the good guys win once again. Oh and I also get the girl hehe...now i need to find that female crew member.... :o :) :)

lol lets see what else we can digg up...Which came first the chicken or the Egg? Me: Does it matter we eat both of them any way. The question should be which has more poly unsaturated fat? George Bush: It does not matter. What matters is if the chicken is suplying eggs to terorists for omlet bio war fare then it must be stoped! As soon as the U.N. agrees. Klingon Garnoopy: Chickens are to feathery to eat and eggs are to runny so the question is not honorable. My Grandpa: Back in my day we were to poor to have chickens and egg...it cost 16 playing cards to lick a chicken and 27 playing cards to bite a chunk off. My Grandma: Chickens? Eggs? There still around? I thought they went out back in the 80's. FDR: He have nothing to fear but that gaint egg rolling down the street! Gandi: The way the eggs and chickens are beeing treated is dispicatable! I say we hold a hunger strike by only eating duck!

One person......Kurtwood Smith... I dont care if he dosnt look like me! You could picture him in a science uniform climbling through holes and calling McLean a dumb***...all in my name LtJg Travis Kroells....Kurtwood Smith LtJg Garnoopy.........Harrison Ford But of course i'll get stuck with Keanu Reeves or something just cause im so cool looking and fred would probally sell the reaent to get some bullet time scenes in the Reaent movie

Ya see!?! that right there is cheating! What if they asked a question like what was the alien specis shown in episode 76? Hmm... Could ya then!!! huh!!!....yea thats what i thought!

lol...i'd love to see her race fred to Mcdonalds...thats one race she couldnt win... :D

Speaking of new movies i just went and saw that "Dream Catcher" good good movie viewing...

The Cheese Part 2...Kroells’s logs Travis sat down in the booth preparing to confess his wrong doings once again. He quickly the traditional “Forgive me father for I have sinned.” The priest sat sigh lent for several seconds and finally responded. “What hast thou done to commit your sin?” Travis looked towards the top of the booth preparing to say what most would believe to be insane. He slowly lowered his head and positioned his mouth to the small area in which you could speak. “My sin is not that of a present day act…it is something I have done which makes me worry for the future.” The priest sat sigh lent for several seconds, almost in a way trying to think of a response to Travis’s statement. “Well what has my son done to make such worry?” The priest stated has he made a visible sigh on the other side. Travis felt he was getting no where but might as well see if he can try to make him understand. “It was onboard a ship during a recent training mission father.” “Indeed…you are in Starfleet are you not?” “Yes Father.” The priest slowly shifted his weight preparing for the story that was about to be told. “Very well then tell me your recent actions.” Travis leaned back and opened his mouth preparing to speak. “I was on a recent training mission father. I was on a saber class ship doing rescue missions.” Travis thought of the ship he was on…USS Alpha Syndrome, it had been badly damaged in a battle during the dominion war. Like many ships in its case rather then being repaired Starfleet felt that they should just replace the same ship with a newer better class. In the event of rescue situations made in the war, such as multiple hull breaches and numerous system failures Starfleet had in a fashion rebuilt several ships. Not completely but just enough to simulate a badly damaged ship. Along with the upgrades they refitted about 76% of the ship with holoemiters to allow for interaction with survivors and such. Travis slowly dwelled upon the mission. The mission was to rescue survivors of an unknown attack. Travis had been sent in with a team of 15 to determine the cause of the simulated explosion and to rescue any “survivors”. When the team Travis was leading entered engineering a random meteor generated by the storm hit the ship causing the “hull” to fall apart. Travis’s team scrambled to grab who they could. But their efforts weren’t good enough. The simulation ended with a 73% loss of life, the worst retrieval rate of that particular mission in the entire academy. Had this been a real mission over 57 people would have died that day. The priest sat and listened to Travis’s story. When he had finally finished he couldn’t help but be confused. “My son I do not know how you sinned? If your mission ended as you said either way they were but mere holograms, nothing more the photons and force fields.” Travis sat in the booth thinking of a response. “Yes father indeed they were only holograms but that is not the point. What if the ship I serve on comes across a ship like the Alpha Syndrome? What if I can’t save every one?” The priest quietly chuckled in the darkness much to Travis’s confusion. “Son have you ever wondered why a laboratory mouse runs a maze?” Travis doubted the reason to his question but answered none the less. “Well father there is most likely cheese or some other reward.” The pastor smiled at his response. “Yes. Now think for a second. What if the mouse knew the cheese wasn’t real?” Travis quickly replied, “The mouse most likely wouldn’t try as hard. What’s the point in going after something you know isn’t real?” “Exactly my son. Now what would you do if you knew the survivors weren’t real? That if a few died no one would get hurt?” Travis grinned after finally understanding the priest’s point. He quickly turned to him, “Yes father I understand…thank you.” The priest stood up still speaking in the booth. “Your quite welcome my son. You’re a smart one that’s for sure; you won’t run the maze unless you know there’s something worth while at the end. Now go my son…and my God be with you” Travis nodded thanked the priest and quickly left. He had a feeling he was right. When it came down to the wire Travis usually made it. He left the synagogue walking into the sun that had just set to the west with a new look on life. Travis set the last injured crew member on the floor preparing him for transport. He looked around. The team had grabbed every one from the Cairo’s auxiliary computer core. He smiled remembering what the priest had said. He noticed the first two groups of people dematerialize off of the ship. As he began to disappear he quietly muttered, “This time the cheese was real.” …End

err...im not cahtolic my character is so please forgive any mistakes i make along the way. :D

hmm i got commander...of course if i could have i would have answered 7 or 9 to every answer. I'd be admiarl pervert of the USS Jock Strap. :D

I would have to disaprove of this action...Coconut bras are hard to make fasionable. :D

The Cheese Part 1...Kroells’s logs Travis stood quietly at the entrance to the Jeffries tubes. From Lt. McLean’s knowledge of Intrepid class vessels, this was the deck where the auxiliary computer core was to be found. Due to the heavy shielding protecting all Starfleet vessels from attack or disablement of any kind it was also the place where they were most likely to find any survivors. Travis heard McLean comment about the amount of time they were spending here so the team began to move forward. Travis scanned the barren and dead caverns of the ghost ship…not really expecting to find anything but he figured that if he stuck to the book he might get out of hot water with Fred and Ridire. He continued to walk down the corridor noticing several lighted panels and some power cords lying all over the floor. Travis quickly walked towards the consol finally hoping for some answers. McLean obviously saw him moving in as he ordered the team to hold position. Travis forced his body to obey the order feeling that for once he really needed to control himself. He managed to come to a complete stop waiting for McLean’s order. He walked up to Travis and asked to find out where these power cables where running from and how they were powering the few panels left working on the ship. Travis quickly bent down examining the cables and at the same time getting a closer look at them. They were definitely power cables. They were most likely being used to power the panels by means of a portable generator nearby. McLean seemed satisfied with Kroells’s answer as he moved in towards the still functioning panels. Travis stood in the middle of the hall way not sure of what to do. Garnoopy had ventured further on ahead checking for more survivors while McLean had started to work with the panel. He was a scientist not an engineer or security officer! He was supposed to be roaming the ship finding the cause of this holocaust. He was fighting the idea to ask for permission to head off to find the cause of this when he heard Garnoopy announce the finding of a survivor, an honest to goodness survivor! Travis exchanged surprised glances with McLean as they both hurried to Garnoopy’s position. Once He and McLean had reached the newly promoted security officer Travis couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to the survivor that he had reported until he noticed the noise he was making. Garnoopy had obviously stumbled upon him and called Travis and McLean to the situation before reveling the away team to the person. Garnoopy and McLean discussed for several seconds about the actions they should take as to how to deal with the mystery man. Travis was getting rather frustrated with the bureaucracy needed to help a injured man on a ship blown half to hell and was to the point where he was just going to shine him and announce the presence of an away team trying to locate and help survivors of the incident, until Garnoopy beat him to it. Travis stepped back in a way frustrated that he had once again been beaten to the punch. After some discussion the now obviously Bajoran man named Aerso lead the now quartet to the auxiliary computer core. Once the door had opened Travis couldn’t believe what he had seen. About 40 surviving crew members from what was left of the Cairo were huddled up into this room…the way they were positioned…Travis blankly stared at the crowd as the memories flooded his synapses. It was a rainy day at the streets of St. Paul, the capital of Minnesota before the countries of Earth put aside their differences in the means to better human life. Obviously Travis had never known the ways of earth before the first warp flight so long ago. He quietly walked the sidewalks of downtown, no noise being made other than the constant droning of the rain and the occasional splashes of other people walking by. Travis had always wanted to see Earth at one of its most pivotal moments in history. So often the human race had come so close to destroying its self but all ways managed to avoid the guillotine. He could see the old capital building in the back ground. He saw the large golden horses at the near top of the building. Back in the 21st century when gold had been a precious commodity the statue was simply lined with at paper thin sheet of gold. Now a days when gold was not a means of money to most races you couldn’t find many things that weren’t solid gold. Travis finally reached his destination. The catholic synagogue in the heart of St. Paul. Travis slowly entered determined to remove most of the moisture from his now soaking academy uniform. By the tiny pips on his neck it showed that he was a junior in the science department. After being dry to satisfaction he slowly entered the place of worship. He slowly walked towards his point of destination, the confessional booth. He nodded and greeted several priests that walked by in a speedy but still polite manner. He arrived at his destination just as an other man stepped out of the booth. Travis sighed and walked towards and then entered the booth. He had a feeling that what he was about to confess would travel to many eyes as insane but he could not continue with the feelings that were contained in his heart. …End Part one.

“Rising Darkness” Kroells’s Logs Travis quietly sat in engineering watching the events go by in a some what slow motion. He didn’t quite remember the last time he felt like this. His head was swelling as he attempted to retrace through his memories without hitting any thing that would further dampen his spirits. In the back of mind he noticed the away team heading up the Jeffries tubes to the decks above. He slowly began to climb the ladder quickly shaking his head trying to wipe some of the sweat that was beginning to form due to the heat of the tube and the exercise. “Travis” He slowly looked around looking if McLean or Garnoopy had said something. He quickly dismissed it as the heat and the stress getting to him. He quickly shook his head again as he noticed the team arrived at their destination. He briskly stepped onto the deck that they had meant to arrive on and wiped the little sweat off that had collected. McLean was out of breath, he used all of his restraint not to laugh at him. He thought it sad that with the facilities available to them that he couldn’t just head to a holo gym for an hour a day. He then turned to Garnoopy. He seemed unaffected and Travis wasn’t surprised. That Garnoopy had weirded him out after he managed to jump that hole with out any help. He wouldn’t be surprised if some one cut off a finger with out him even flinching. “Travis” Travis quickly turned around again. He was getting rather worried. Something was messing with his head…and he didn’t know if it was just the heat any more.

Well my best death had to be the one...err...the many different sims where A9 has the bridge blow up...Well instead of dieing i mysteriously appeared in a padded room where i danced with A9's corpse untill the end of the sim...come to think of it i can help but think that puting me in that padded room has somthing to do with that...oh well if any asks why i was dancing with A9's corpse i'll just say one of the garnoopys told me to. :) :) ::):

lol....lean mean McLean...I can testify for the mean part but as to granoopys discripition of lifting you...well im gona have to get one of those fancy japanese scales to end this issue :)

well...err...Fred can we cut the reaent sim a little earily on thursday???

In the nick of time part 3...Kroells’s logs Travis opened his eyes to find him self back in that wreck of an engineering. He had managed to stop the memories, and the bad emotions that came with them to fully surface. He slowly looked around at his settings. Nothing had changed from before and no one had come looking for him. Not like he expected it though. In his mind he had alienated him self from the crew so much that they would most likely let him die up here by himself then come and get him. He slowly got up and started to look around again. Nothing as planed. He slowly looked around once again. His white glove slowly moved down to a tiny pocket on his suit used most likely to hold computer chips or other things of that nature. He slowly put his finger in the pocket and slowly retrieve his contents inside of it. He drew out a think gold ring, most likely a wedding band. He slowly turned it to examine the inside of the band. He quietly read the text of it, “All my love Kayla.” Travis slowly put the wedding ring back in the suit. He slowly headed back to the ladder intending to report to Lt. McLean on his status on the search. He slowly headed to the ladder. He had never really found a way to cope with the loss that had he had to deal with in the academy. They same time heals all wounds. But that’s not true, only death does. Either you head to a better place when you die and forget all your sorrows, or you die and go to a place worse then this cold unforgiving universe and have so many new problems that you forget about the petty issues of this form of life. Travis really didn’t care which one he ended up with. He was to the point that he would take the first one that presented its self to him.

alas the same thing has happened to me...thanks for the info garnoopy hopfully mogg will be able to make an apearnce on teh aegis on friday