Proving Ground

[Travis Kroells 0]

Argh, I keep forgeting to post these on the boards, well at least it was before the next sim B)

 

“Proving Ground”…Kroells’s logs (log 60)

 

 

 

He couldn’t nearly help but smirk at Fred as the turbo lift closed, and the captain off to other parts of the ship. Kroells couldn’t help but feel a little concerned for his safety. On one hand…he had a captain, who just a little bit ago, wanted to blow up his ship, but instead he shot Kroells instead. Why doesn’t our ship have a counselor?

 

And on the other hand, we had our psychotic chief of engineering. Who gets his kicks by punching science officers, after his captain shoots him? Definitely a hostile work environment…

 

Kroells sighed, and turned back to McLean, “You’d think that he’d be more grateful of a person that refused to let him kill himself.” McLean either wasn’t listening, or wasn’t registering the words, as he shifted through the rubble of the bridge, muttering about how Kroells’s couldn’t tidy up here.

 

The door closed behind him, and Kroells muttered for the Turbo lift to send him to transporter room three. Travis slowly groaned, definitely wishing Fred had set that phaser to kill. At least then, it’d be two careers ending, and not just Kroells’s for having a foolish need to save everyone.

 

Kroells chuckled a bit, trying to get his spirits up. Deep inside, he knew, in his mind, that he did the right thing. Starfleet regulations be damned. The Turbo Lift continued to travel to its destination, while the gentile humming that emitted from it all the time, seemed to be growing louder and louder.

 

The door quickly opened on the appropriate deck, and the overhead lighting exploded, an overload no doubt. Travis sighed, and walked out of the dysfunctional lift, bushing off glass here and there.

 

He walked down the empty hallway, somewhat careless and aloof, twirling around at some points, and seeing if he could touch the ceiling. Travis quickly walked up to the door to the transporter room. He stood in front of it, again annoyed by the fact that everything seams to be going against him now. He pounded on a small panel beside the door, and it finally opened. Another spark erupted from the lights overhead, causing Travis to jump back a bit.

 

He looked inside the room, deeming it safe to enter, and did so. He chuckled as he brought the system online, and began to target various people on the surface. The button was pushed, and Travis chuckled once again as the crew started to phase back.

 

“Come on Fred, give me you best shot.”

[Dumbass 0]

Why doesn’t our ship have a counselor?

Hey, I could always come back, you know B)

[Travis Kroells 0]

::jaw drop::