"A Space Shot Canon"

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“A space shot cannon”

 

A Lt. Travis Kroells & Lt. George McLean production.

 

Travis quickly walked out of the bridge, determined to head for engineering and figure this thing out, if any one needed to get back to earth, it was him….

 

The turbo lift ride was short, as he quickly jogged into engineering, the hustle and bustle of engineers trying to bring the ship back to peek performance. He looked around for McLean, where else would he be?

 

Travis walked around the lower level of engineering, looking for any sign of the chief…he walked around the warp core, watching the colors swirl around. He looked up towards the second level, to see McLean yelling at a crewmen a few feet away from Travis, something about antimatter injectors and such…Travis smirked and climbed up a nearby ladder to the second level.

 

George looked away from the sad crewmen that had a hard time holding padds together, to something else he didn’t want to see, Travis Kroells. He watched Kroells walk up with him, with a smirk on his face, obviously amused by his way of getting ordered down here…no wonder all those people on his staff acted like hippies…

 

“Why are you bothering me?”

 

Travis smiled at him, and then mock punched him in the shoulder, “Oh come on George, you’ll like what I have to tell you, I think it’ll interest you…”

 

George forcefully took Travis’s wrist and stared him down, “you do that again and this hand won’t be touching anything again….”

 

George let go turned away from his perch looking down on engineering, and walked back towards a set of panels, and started them up. “I say it again, why are you bothering me?”

 

Travis quickly tossed him the padd he was holding, “Tell me you’ve looked out the window since our fall into the fissure?”

 

McLean looked back, seeing the odd smirk on Travis’s face, “Well…unlike you Mr. Kroells, I don’t spend half of my life staring out the window. We’re in some sort of bubble…and you’re here to do what…tell me that you saw some sort of new prom dress floating out of the window?”

 

Travis folded up his arms, his look getting even smugger, “Well…I’m pretty sure I know what’s causing it.”

 

McLean turned back to his panel, “oh?”

 

Travis stood behind him, his arms still crossed, “Really…This subspace bubble is a space shot cannon.”

 

McLean chuckled, quite annoyed, and turned around again, to Travis, “Listen…this isn’t a freakin’ game ok? I don’t care what you’re talking about…just leave me alone so that someone can say they’re working on this ship.”

 

Travis sighed, “Look McLean, maybe if you’d be quiet for a moment, you’d understand why the captain ordered you to work with me.” McLean groaned under his breath as Kroells started up again, “At first, I thought that this subspace bubble could have been the warp field of something huge, like the space probe…but at that effect, the probe would have had to been sitting there, not moving, other wise, the bubble would have moved.”

 

McLean nodded, Travis continued, “Then, I relised, that

this planet right out our window, CAR 238-A was the region of space, where first contact was established, and it was lost…the probe came from here, and disappeared here. So, say that the probe

enters this bubble, some sort of device is activated, and it’s shot across the galaxy, to some other bubble.”

 

McLean finished twiddling his thumbs, and looked up at Kroells. “Well, that’s interesting and all, but what proof do you have?”

 

“None at the moment, that’s why the captain wants us to find some,” replied Travis.

 

McLean sighed, “Fine, let’s get to work, you take that console over there…, how is it that you convince the captain that this was what the bubble was?”

 

Kroells sat down next to him, and looked over… “You know, I don’t honestly know, maybe he just wanted a simple answer for once…”

 

McLean turned and faced him, “Simple? We’re not talking about seeing which bean sprout plant plants in petry dishes.”

 

Kroells chuckled, “You’ve never been to the science labs have you?”

 

McLean turned back, “No, but I have made a cake.”