When Life Gives You Lemons...

Posted on 27 Apr 2017 @ 11:20am by Lieutenant JG Kyle Roberts

508 words; about a 3 minute read

“Computer, begin personal log, Lieutenant JG Kyle Roberts.

Well, this is my first personal log entry since I arrived at Starbase 001. Playing the waiting game was never my style, so I’ve tried to keep busy by exploring the station. Once in a while, I’ll beam down to Earth. Probably should do it more than that seeing as how this might be the last chance I get to be here for long while. At any rate, the station...it’s huge. And there are lots of top brass running around. Though, that’s a given.

So far, I’ve had the pleasure of meeting someone else that’s getting assigned to the Galileo. Big freakin’ Norse dude. Yeah, it seemed like we were pretty close to the same size, but that guy can fight with axes and swords. Honestly, I’m glad he’s on our side. The last thing I’d want is him charging me with an axe. I can hear myself now, ‘Phaser me! Please! Now!’ Anyway, he said he would train me in that kind of combat. So I think we hit it off. You don’t want to make enemies with people you’re going to have to fight alongside.

Later that day, a bunch of kids started running around. I can only imagine that they finished their homework and got to hit the corridors. I was on my way to grab some dinner at one of the restaurants when I saw something I hadn’t seen a long time. Bullies. Some bigger teenage boys had a smaller, skinnier one backed up against the bulkhead. Little guy was fighting for all he was worth. Every time one of the others threw a punch, he got right back up. Tenacious kid, to say the least.

Anyway, as I walked up to the bullies, I called out, ‘So, I wonder which one of you can run the fastest?’ I pulled my commbadge out of my pocket, being in civvies at the time, and attached it to my shirt. I’ve never seen a bunch of teenagers run so fast in my life. I looked down at their target. The little guy had a black eye and busted lip, but he didn’t seem any worse for wear. I told him we should get him to a Doc somewhere and then he could contact his parents. He shrugged and we started down the corridor.

‘So, when life gives you lemons, do you know what to do with them?’ I asked him.

Through a swollen lip, he said, ‘Lemonade. Heard it before.’

‘No’ I replied. ‘You rip the rind off and squeeze them in their eyes. Tactical advantage.’ I grinned at the kid, who started to laugh and then grabbed his side. I realized then that getting to a Doc was the best thing. Long story short, Doc fixed him up, mom and dad came, and I went to get some dinner. Best non-replicated food I've had in a long time.

Computer, end log.”

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