Lieutenant Malcolm Reed was happily sitting in the mess hall eating his lunch. Even if it was 3 in the afternoon, he was still eating lunch.
He had had a hard morning in the Armoury. The targeting scanners had been damaged in a recent attack with the Suliban, and they just wouldn't realign, no matter how hard Malcolm and his team tried. Eventually Malcolm had to cut all power in the Armoury and take out the power relays, cuplinks and everything else before replacing it all from scratch, in effect, taking the Armoury apart piece by piece.
After all that work the only thing he wanted was some pineapple. A nice big slice of juicy yellow pineapple.
Alas… everyone had managed to snatch up the pineapple chef had put in the cabinets and all that was left was a banana. So feeling hungry Malcolm had to settle for eating the banana.
He sat down in the empty room, and peeled it, feeling sad, and slightly annoyed with the Suliban for making him miss his favourite food.
He sulkily sat chewing it. It wasn't long before he finished.
Malcolm was so absent-minded at how much of a bad day he was having that he just threw the empty banana skin onto the floor.
Resting his head on the table to tried to forget about the lunch menu.
"I thought I'd find you here."
Reed looked up to see his engineering friend.
"I was having my lunch." He replied. "Would you care to join me?"
"Thanks." Trip moved over to the drinks unit, pulled a cup from the cabinet and placed it in the machine. "Milk. Cold." Soon the cup was filled with the white liquid. He began to move over to the table where Malcolm was situated. Malcolm watched where Trip was placing his feet and then he saw it.
The banana skin, lying in the floor, right where Trip was about to stand.
"Commander! Watch out!" Malcolm cried out as he put out a hand to try and make him stop walking. Malcolm watched wide-eyed as he observed Trip.
Trip's heel stood on the skin and then went flying up into the air as he put all his weight on one leg.
THUD! SPLASH!
Trip was lying on the floor covered in milk.
"Sorry Commander." Malcolm said.
Trip's reply was just to give the Armoury officer a look that could kill… seeing Trip's facial expression made him want to get out.
"I'll catch you later perhaps?" and with that he made for the door and back to the safety Armoury where he had weapons to protect himself
Trip just staying lying on the floor… the base of his spine now slightly bruised and he could hardly stand.