Pictures

[Travis Kroells 0]

“Pictures”…Kroells’s logs (Log 45)

 

Travis nodded to Debbie as he walked out of sickbay.  Her words were inspirational, but didn’t make him feel any better.  But at least now he had a vague idea on how to morn for those dead, like she had suggested.

 

He looked down at the contents in his hands, a Padd containing the Deceased Cairo crew members, and the mild tranquilizer that Debbie had just given him.  Kroells sighed as he walked down the corridors, towards a turbo lift.  

 

The turbo lift ride back to deck six was uneventful, he had been lucky enough not to have the turbo lift stop at a deck on the way for some one to get on.  The sight of Travis with a hypo full of tranquilizers and a Padd of the Cairo’s deceased would have been hard to explain.  They most likely would have run to their department chief with the claims that Travis was addicted to the sleep aids.

 

He walked into his quarters and over to the replicator, where he hooked up the Padd, which very quickly began downloading the pictures of those that were in engineering and began producing holopictures at a rapid rate.

 

Kroells quickly walked into his washroom and began to prepare for a night sleep, something he hadn’t done in a long while…he briskly shaved off two day stubble that had appeared over, well the last two days.  A quick sonic shower did wonders for his nerves, as he felt like he didn’t really need the sleep aid.  

 

He walked back into the main room, and turned to the replicator where the pictures had finished.  He quickly set them up on the table in the living room.  He sighed and pressed the hypo to his neck, the preset amount releasing in his system.  He looked at the handle, the contents had visibly gone down but not by that much, it was obvious that the contents could probably last about seven days or so…but Travis was all of a sudden getting too tired to care.

 

He turned back to the pictures, sitting innocently on the table.  “I’ll have to get to know you guys latter…”  Travis muttered as he removed his uniform, and collapsed on his bed…quickly falling into sleep.