No way out

[Travis Kroells 0]

“No way out”…Kroells’s logs (log 59)

 

 

 

Travis yawned, and smashed open the small covering of the Jeffries hatch that covered the entrance to the bridge. Finally uniformed, he had taken the extra top that had originally been in the bag of supplies that was to be with him by now on the surface of the N class planet, and instead, it was sitting in the floor of his quarters, along with his cat O’Connor. Having been dropped off on Kroells’s way to the bridge.

 

He walked about the now well lighted room, all panels save one currently in a restart mode. He walked over to his little area of work, and sat down at the panel, examining it. He looked over the sensor data passing over the screen, not much had changed since the black out, the probe was still there, but this time he didn’t have to look at the data in emergency lighting.

 

Travis winced quickly as a wrong move caused the right shoulder to flare up again. After the shuttle crash, and then the dislocation not to long ago, he doubted it would ever completely heal. Sure, Debbie and her doc’s were good, but they weren’t gods, not every thing can go back to the way it was.

 

Kroells chuckled a bit, and leaned back into the velvety chair, so many things he wished to go back the way they were. He’d come so far since his rouge days in the academy, Lieutenant, Chief of Sciences of a starship. Not a bad record for a twenty-five year old. And now, he came to the one thing he had most wished he could take back

 

He had disobeyed orders before, and they were always for stupid reasons, stealing shuttles in the academy, and the cause of Kayla and Andrew’s deaths, that was punishment enough for that…

 

The incident on the former Romulan outpost, with the water creature…what ever it got him sick for that little bit, almost killed him. Kroells contributed it to his fascination of discovery, but in the truth, he didn’t want Ridire and the others to contribute to it…He wanted it to be his discovery, and in the result, he almost died, and more could have gotten sick too…

 

And now this. This one had to take the cake, disobeying a direct order three times! The captain couldn’t actually expect him to leave him though? To blow up the ship and kill himself? Kroells could admit, that he didn’t seem to get on the Captain’s good side often, if ever, but that didn’t mean he was going to let him blow up the ship, especially if that could have been our only way back…some how maybe, we could have gotten the ship up and running again…

 

But for the first time in his life, he didn’t regret his actions. In his mind, it was the right thing to do, even if it might end up destroying his career. Some things are just more important then a title and a couple of gold pips. Mogg understood that, he was the one constant. Kroells wasn’t surprised when he had gotten the message that Mogg had been discharged from the Sky Harbor Aegis. The man hated Cardassian’s, and to be posted in a space station orbiting Cardassia Prime, it’s just asking for problems.

 

But it was Mogg’s choice, and Kroells wasn’t about to start questioning it. Kroells had made the choice of joining the Reaent, instead of waiting with Mogg, and joining the Aegis latter on. Kroells was impatient; he didn’t want to sit on Earth, twiddling his thumbs.

 

Besides, space stations weren’t his thing, but then again, who knows where he could be now, if he had waited with Mogg…Oh well, no reason in guessing, no way to go back, can’t change what’s been done.

 

Kroells sighed and looked at his reflection in his work panel. He needed a hair cut, a shave, and probably some sleep, people say sleep does a man good…But it seems that being on this ship deprives you of that…

 

Well, if he gets thrown in the brig for this mess, at least he can sleep…that’s one good thing to look to…right?