Random Oneshots

Of Crumpets and Tea

The gentle rays of light filtered into the room of Olive who still laid on her bed wearing a thin t-shirt and skimpy shorts. Her soft snores can be heard alongside the rest of her crew, yes all seven of them. This was what the Commander Zero saw when he opened their room, worried that something might've happened to her. He even kindly brought them a nice pot of tea but after realizing that they weren't sick at all and we're merely skipping this day's sales, a small vein popped out of his forehead.

Zero: Good Morning Olive. I see you've got quite the nice situation here.

His voice shook a bit, gritting his teeth together even though he flashed a smile. One of the crew members' lips twitched softly upon hearing a new voice enter the room. Her opal colored eyes gently fluttered open, using her hand to rub them in order to clear her vision. She immediately panned to where the voice came from and when she saw who it was, she became a deer in red headlights

Asst. Loader : G-Good day Commander! Welcome to our room!

Her forehead started to sweat bullets and her breathing became tense. The poor loader could've sworn that her heart flew out of her chest at that moment, not of romance but of fear. Her commander's face twitched agonizingly as the latter tried to keep the smile with his crossed brows still failing to give them a secure ambience.

Zero: I see you've got quite the nice nap, haven't you? I'm certain that you studied a lot last night, yes?

Her commander said, placing the teapot on top of a vacant desk that rested near the entrance. Hearing the exchange between the two, the other members started to stir one by one and just like the first loader, all of them were shocked by the appearance of the Commander.

Loader: Why is commander here?...

Gunner: Moreover, what's he doing in our room?

Mechanic: ...but most certainly watch out. His expression doesn't really scream happy, at all.

Driver: That's right, out poor commander is looking quite pale and frankly...

Assistant Driver: ...the bags under his eyes speak volumes.

Their charade ended there, hoping to ease the tension. What they got was twice as much anger than what they were expecting.

Commander: and whose fault do you think it is?

Driver: I bet it's the Americans! Was it the maintenance of all the Shermans?!

Their commander clicked his tongue before walking over to the poor driver who sat upright. The driver looked at him in confusion, still smiling until that same smile turned into a frown when the commander wrapped his arms around her head. Their commander tightened his grip before hitting her in the head with a fist.

Commander: Targeting my fatigue, that's fine... but pointing out the bags and placing the blame one someone else?! Do you have any idea how loud you seven can be at times?! Besides that, aren't you forgetting something?

Their commander huffed, crossing his arms before looking at the girls who were still sitting on their soft mattress with their leader sprawled lavishly in the remaining parts of the bed. Some of them fidgeted, some looked apologetic, and the select few, totally oblivious. They just cocked their heads to the side like it was nothing more than something their commander experienced.

The commander was about to give the girls a piece of his mind but the woman who had remained sleeping gently got out of bed. She sat up, rubbing her bright olive eyes and combing her soft shoulder length caramel colored hair.

Olive: Mmm...Goodness Commander, can you please tone it down a bit?

Commander: I don't think you're in the position to be arguing that.