Exploding Drinks...Kroells's logs

[Travis Kroells 0]

Exploding Drinks (not quite in that order)…Kroells’s logs

 

Travis stood in the turbo lift heading to the bridge.  He stood in the center of it absently listening to the Klingon opera that Lt. Garnoopy had put in and that Travis had failed to adjust while he was given command of the bridge.  The brunt of his attention was focused on the events that had just happened in his quarters.  He didn’t know if Kansas was interested in him or not but he did know that he had finally taken a right step in forming any kind of a relationship on this ship.  He was slightly disappointed in the fact that his department head Lt. Sivuk had called him to the bridge to prepare for the ship leaving space dock.  But he relised that if he put his duties aside in order to make friends on the ship he was just proving that image of himself right.  

 

The turbo lift doors whooshed open as he saw the bridge once again.  Unlike the empty sight he had seen when he was given command; instead the bridge actually appeared to have a little life in it.  He headed to his usual science station.  From what he knew barley any one else used it.  He would have loved to put a little jingle in it for when he activated it but now was hardly the time.  He activated the console and looked to Sivuk who appeared preoccupied at the time.  Not long after Lt. Garnoopy appeared on the bridge heading over to tactical.  The ship slowly began to come back under its own power as the umbilical cords from the station were removed.  He once again felt the slight hum and vibration of the ships engines, a familiarity he had missed during this shore leave.  Ensign Clueless slowly brought the ship out into open space and plotted a course for the next mission.  At the time Travis didn’t really know or care where they were going just about any were was fine.

 

Travis absent mindedly started to look over his consol and at the sensor scans of the space up ahead.  Nothing much the outer marker and the USS Cairo the Intrepid class starship he had seen in space dock when the Reaent had originally arrived.  Travis Turned away for several seconds to inquire to Sivuk about something he thought he saw him do.  When he turned back to the readings on his console he couldn’t help but gasp.  What was once the USS Cairo, an impressive ship indeed was now what appeared to be a hunk of metal floating in space.  The next thing he saw once again made him gasp.  He would have announced the incoming shockwave speeding towards the Reaent if someone else hadn’t already done that.  But he knew what was coming he knew it would be a punch in the gut to the unprepared crew members.  Travis grasped as well as he could to the edge of his consol and waited for it.

 

The incoming shockwave was enough to make a behemoth of a ship like the Reaent to move to say the least.  Travis lost hold of the consol and was sent into the air several feet.  Before he knew it, it was all over.  He was on the ground several feet from his previous position with his hands and knees supporting him from completely falling to the ground.  He slowly got up, his knees burning with pain.  He was sure he injured them in some way, or at the very least will have them rather sore for the next few days.  He returned to his console and began reading off the damages on the Cairo to Lt. Sivuk who in turn was informing the captain of the situation.

 Travis looked around at the chaos on the bridge.  He sighed knowing that with this new predicament he once again wouldn’t be getting the sleep he so surely deserves