Assistant Science Officers Log Stardate 0302.7

[Travis Kroells 0]

Day 1…Kroells’s personal logs

 

Well…where do I begin?  There is no real good place to start after getting back from an away mission that went to hell in record speed (On the official stance I’m sure it didn’t take the new record….ask spock I’m sure Kirk did something worse faster then me.)  I’ve taken my first assimant on a ship and shot it to hell…but on with the details…I had woken up in sick bay some time soon after we arrived back at the Reagent.  I don’t quite know how I passed out but I know that gelatinous creature had something to do with it.  I now realize why I didn’t take my scientific knowledge and join the medical department.  Frankly because there slower then my grandmother in the morning.  Either way I had been spending the time I would have been using preparing my will trying to fix me up from what ever I caught on the surface.  Time passed and I was sure that we had passed into the 25th century.  At least I managed to meet the new doctors’ mills and smith.  I also met the new ensign in security nicknamed Kansas.  She was intriguing to say the least but none the less I tried to work a little charm and got her to go on a jello date with me.  But then the moment I had feared the most had come…Fred showed up in sickbay ready to put me in the body bag right there and then.  At first I thought he was gona drag me off to the brig and interrogate me there but he headed with Debbie to her office and discussed something there.  I waited almost getting anxious to get it out of the way… I figured this might be my last day on this ship and I was hoping to try to make it through partially intact.  Either way Fred had finish and had brought me into Debbie’s office.  I had no doubt that smith and possibly even Debbie was getting as close as possible without being caught.  What I thought were day’s go by until Fred finally asked me why I did it.  I had attempted to tell him about my difficulty acknowledging any thing else other then my scientific work.  But when he finally acknowledged what I had said and I could see he took it the bad, bad way well then I knew that the **** had just hit the fan.  I didn’t think that Fred had it in him to explode like that…but man the only other man I know to have an affect like that on me was my father and that usually took physical discipline too…It was over before I knew it. Confined to quarters except when on duty.  I entered my quarters disgusted with my self.  He was right I could have killed every one on this ship, and what if someone gets hurt on the new mission.  Not only will I have to deal with those conciqentions but I’ll also have to deal with the proverbial blood on my hands.  All I could do when I got to my room was send Kansas a message informing her on my inability to make it to our diner date.  Now I just lay on my bed watching my Starfleet career crash and burn before my very eyes.

 

End log…   (Well what do you think?)

[Travis Kroells 0]

Crap folks its suposed to be Reaent not reagent  ;)

[MisterSmith 0]

Kroells you know there is an edit button.

::points to the button::

 

Smith ;)

[Images 0]

that was very pretty, here have a cookie

::hands over a delicious cookie::

[Travis Kroells 0]

Ah come on guys you have to relise im to lazy to edit it!  :D

[MisterSmith 0]

Travis its spelled R-E-A-L-I-Z-E-D, you might want to go over your old spelling words from second grade. ::pulls out his words::

 

Smith :D

[Images 0]

well actually in the name of all that is British i must state that it is

R-E-A-L-I-S-E-D!

::leaps behind a table with two phasers, john woo style, and hides::

[Dumbass 0]

LOL - you guys are ALL wrong.  It's R-E-A-L-I-Z-E!  Present tense, you know.    :D