"Truth"

[Travis Kroells 0]

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“Truth”…Kroells’s logs

 

“I think that about covers everything that needs to be discussed right now. Mr. Garnoopy, if you will please escort Mr. Aerso to his people, I'm sure he'd like to check to make sure they are being taken care of.”  Travis looked up at Commander Ridire’s statement and took it as an opportunity to finally leave.  He rushed out of the room most likely causing a scene for about the fifth time that hour but he did really have the time to go over proper manners at the moment.  He walked briskly down the hall, almost a run but not quite the stride that would be defined as a run.  

 

Travis finally reached the empty turbo lift he had been hoping for.  Finally something had gone his way.  Looking inside the empty turbo lift was one of the few things Travis could hope for…No crew members, no conversations, no questions, and most importantly… Time to understand the truth…

 

Truth…the word has many meanings.  Travis thought he had figured out them all many years ago.  But like usual he was wrong…

 

April 22nd, 2376

 

It was raining.  Not a heavy rain but still coming down enough to soak his hair and uniform.  The ground that he knelt on was fairly damp as well.  He had been sitting there for over an hour.  Sitting and staring, staring at the cold hunk of stone that had shattered his life.  Kayla Kroells 2353-2376 He slowly looked down to the freshly dug up ground in front of the marker.  Just a few feet under is where she slept now.  Because of him…  He slowly looked down to his hands, the hands that had caused this.  He wasn’t afraid to admit it.  It was his fault Kayla and O’Connor were dead, it was him that should be sleeping in the ground not the two of them.  The rain died down to a soft drizzle now and now Travis could hear him coming.  Travis had told him not to come, that he needed time to think, but Ferengi’s often have a hard time doing the opposite of what is in their mind.

 

The Ferengi stopped several feet away from him.  Travis didn’t need to turn to see who it was.  He was probably the only person he knew that could track him down with out him actually telling him where he was going to be.  Travis sat quietly hoping that he wouldn’t say any thing.  He could hear the alien open his mouth and draw in breath signaling that he was about to give a little speech.  

 

“Why’d you come?  I told you not to.”  

 

The Ferengi looked prepared for his hostilities and quickly responded.  “It’d be bad for business.”  

 

Travis turned to give the alien a disgusted look.  “Good God Mogg that’s all you think about isn’t it?  Business this, money that, scam over there.  You wonder why I avoid you as much as I do.”  

 

Mogg slowly knelt down beside him giving him a dead cold look in the eye.  “You think we Ferengi’s have no heart?  You think we simply think about the dollar sign, or our monthly pay check?!…No you think to narrow; I was talking about the business of life.”

 

Travis slowly chuckled and stood not bothering to look at him.  He slowly began to walk off causing the Ferengi to chase after him.  He quickly reached him grabbing his shoulder and turning him around.  At that moment the height difference was obvious.  While Travis, some what short on the human scale was a 5’9 Mogg was only 5’4.  Mogg looked up at him with a dead look, Travis didn’t know what he was going to say but he figured it would be something that would only push his broken body even further then he thought it could go…  

 

To be continued…