for the record

[Travis Kroells 0]

“For the record”…Kroells’s logs.

 

Travis inwardly sighed as he watched the holodeck door close.  He watched her.  She stood there blinking, either unable to say anything or not wanting too.  Either way it broke his heart.  It took all his physical and mental strength not to just lose it and collapse on the floor right there and then.  He stared at the door, he wanted to say something to her, no he needed to say something to her.  But then in the back of his mind his commbadge went off again, he needed to get to the shuttle bay.  The shuttle was ready to go and he was just about the only one on the ship who completely understood what the logistics of the cable were.

 

And so the conflict loomed.  He could either disobey Commander Ridire and go back to the holodeck, back to Kansas.  Or he could head to the shuttle bay, and do something that was never done before; to fly a modified shuttle in this manner would most likely be making history.  The thought of saying it was a difficult decision disgusted Travis.  The idea that he was not only made to choose, but also the fact that he couldn’t make a choice.  The seconds burned like hours into his soul, he couldn’t stand here forever.  

 

And so the seconds, the hours sped by.  And suddenly his heart gave up in defeat.  His mind had won the battle and already it was forcing him to turn away, away from Kansas and head for a turbo lift.

 

The lift door opened and closed and headed to the shuttle bay.  In his moment of privacy Travis dropped to his knees and sighed.  He’d have to pull one of his game faces for Ridire and the others on the shuttle, because deep down inside he knew this was a mistake, and for the record…the record was crap and Travis knew it.  And now it was too late to change his mind.  And so he got up, dusted off and prepared himself for what in his mind could be his longest away mission yet.