Meridian

[Travis Kroells 0]

“Meridian”…Kroells’s logs (log 48)

 

“Small Victories” Series Part 1 of 3

 

Two years earlier…

 

It was raining.  It was always raining.  He sighed; she didn’t deserve to be put in the ground in this weather.  He stood in the back ground, not welcome to stand with the family and friends…she was dead…and he couldn’t even say goodbye.

 

“Surprised you’re here Travis,”  the man slowly walked up to him, his face covered in the shadow of his umbrella, looming like a specter, ready to take what was left of his soul.

 

“Surprised you’re here Barry.”  He turned around to face the man, an obvious show of frustration on it, not ready to deal with him.

 

He sighed, “How many times have I asked you to call me admiral?”

 

He chuckled, “Still on the power trip, eh dad?”

 

“I would think that you would be a little more grateful, to the fact that I saved you.  If it weren’t for me, you’d be out of the academy, and serving hard time on some penal colony in the Beta Quadrant.”

 

“Yes, it’s great to have a father bail me out when ever I need it, what’s next daddy?  Are you going to buy me the new shuttle?  Oh how I’d love that!”

 

The man, the admiral…the father grabbed a then much younger Kroells by his neck, and tossed him against a near by tree.

 

“You’re pathetic, it’s always about you…You swim in your own stinking pity, when I’ve saved you!”

 

“From what!?  What have you saved me from!?”

 

“Her!”

 

Kroells looked over to the coffin, now set in the ground, the crowd slowly dispersing.

 

“Bastard…I didn’t need saving from my own fiancée.”

 

He dropped Kroells into the mud, and then threw a small gold wedding band at him.

 

“When you’re done moping, come to my office.”

 

“Burn in hell.”  The admiral smirks, and walks off, leaving Kroells lying in the mud, grasping all he had left of Kayla.