Kroells with out coffee

[Travis Kroells 0]

“Kroells finds he needs more conversational skills”…Gilligan Kroells’s logs (log 55)

 

Travis sighed, looking over at Kansas, trying to figure out what to say to her. Their last conversation hadn’t been very…good…in terms of words spoken; he didn’t want to mess up again. He rotated his shoulder, flexing and feeling out the newly rebuilt muscles, not wanting them to cramp up or anything, a common side effect of having muscles repaired with a dermal regenerator.

 

“So what’s up?”

 

“Nothing much yourself?” Travis smiled on the inside, so far so good, it’d been ten seconds and he hadn’t done anything that would make him look stupid or such.

 

“I have to figure out how we got sent over 2 million light years out of our galaxy, and are now in null space.” Wait…that wasn’t something he should have told her…what if she thinks it’s his fault! Argh! Stupid, stupid!!!

 

“Is that it?” What does she mean is that it? Was she expecting something like that from him? Does she expect that from him? Travis’s mind scrambled, he had to stay cool…

 

“Would you like something more dramatic Ma'am?” He smirked, figuring it a nice recovery.

 

“Ma'am? When did I become your mother?” Travis didn’t know if he was hungry or extremely embarrassed, but now he had a stomach ache…and that reminded him that he forgot to ask Kitty for some antacids…he’d replicate some self at his quarters if he wasn’t so busy and lazy…wait…that’s an oxymoron…man…this was difficult…why was talking with her so confusing?

 

“I figured it to be gentleman like behavior, but if you don’t like that stuff, well who am I to blame you.” He sighed wondering how long this blasted turbo lift ride was gona take…since it appeared that McLean no longer wanted to throw him into the warp core when ever he saw him, maybe he’d just go down to main engineering to yell at him about it…And then McLean would throw him in the warp core…He sighed…are warp cores hot? Maybe it’d be like taking a bath…

 

Travis mind zoned off at Kansas stepped off the turbo lift, onto the bridge leaving Travis standing their like a moron…His mind was racing, he needed coffee…or maybe sleeping pills…or maybe both…Travis shook his head of the stupid thoughts and walked over to his console…he sighed…He needed coffee…bad…maybe they should be a coffee machine on the bridge…if any intruders boarded, he could throw steaming coffee at--

 

Travis quickly shook his head again, and sighed…It was going to be a long day…Maybe he should get a wrist watch to tell the time…then again…time flies when your having fun…so maybe he should put the watch on a duck…or maybe….

 

The end for those of you still reading