Noah Lightyears side of the story

Chapter 1 Rookie

February 4th, 1995.

Buzz Lightyear mission log

Star date 3901. Sensors have detected

potential life forms. On an uncharted planet. So, we're making a detour to investigate. Space Rangers will make

initial evaluation, then assess whether it's worth waking the science crew from their hyper-sleep.

While the ERIC takes core samples. I will explore further the oddities

of this strange planet. Terrain seems a bit unstable. No read-out yet if the area is breathable. There seems to be no sign

of intelligent life anywhere.

"Who are you talking to?"

"No one." Buzz said with a tint of blush.

"You were narrating again." I said, giggling.

"I was not. Just doing the mission log."

"You do know no one ever listens to them. Right?" I said, raising my brow.

"I know that narrating helps me with focus." Then Commander Hawthore came towards us with a happy but serious expression. "Stay sharp you too"

"Yeah"

"Yes ma'am"

"Well, if it bothers you, sir Noah"

"I'm happy to wait back on the turnip" I said with a smirk.

"Please don't call it the turnip." he said, while rolling his eyes.

"But the ship looks like a root vegetable."

"True" said Hawthore.

"Yes, you made that very clear at the design review Noah"

"How long have you known that I narrate?" he said while looking at Commander Hawthorne.

"Forever. Since you, Noah, and I were cadets."

"Speaking of, I forgot to take the rookie with you."

"Ah, Commander Hawthorne, you know how Buzz feels about rookies."

"It's the same way I feel about autopilots."

"They don't help, they just over-complicate things."

I rolled my eyes at him and he stuck his tongue out at me.

"I'm better off just doing the job myself with Noah."

"Which is why I brought the rookie. So he can help you two."

"Hello," said the Rookie.

"No" He said, not looking at the rookie.