When the ocean meets fire

~~~~~~~~~~~~Frustration~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bit of a short one, but it's a filler, so the next one's going to be fairly substantial.

By the way- over 700 reads? Wow!

Thank you so much for reading

ThoseSunsetEyes

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Up looked yet again over the crew list for Starship 15A2, trying to will Taz’s name off the page. The rest of the crew he honestly didn’t care about; they were ensigns and one private who he recalled was friendly with Lieutenant Sam. But Taz- he couldn’t let her go on a mission that was especially planned to put the crew in danger- at least not alone.

He should have told her before now; he wanted to, as soon as he heard that her ship had docked and the crew, par Commander Hibbart (he’d shuddered at the news of the Commander’s death, thinking back to the conversation he’d overheard), was safe. But typically, he hadn’t been strong enough to tell Chloe that he didn’t want to train that day, and she’d practically trapped him in the gym, as she’d done for the past week. He hadn’t really got any excuse for why he hadn’t tried to find Taz after dinner, other than the fact that, well- he didn’t want her to see him like he was now: a washed-out, weak-willed, ghost of the man he was before she left. But now he was walking down the corridor in Starship 15A2: the ship that already had Taz on it. Each step nearer to the deck was a step nearer to his fate; to the ‘big reunion’ with Taz he never thought he’d dread.

He mentally kicked himself repeatedly for not trying to stop the mission, or at least try to get Taz off it. But how could he have done? It looked like he was the only commander who at least used to have some higher authority, and the ambassadors and head of the Galactic League had been somewhat out of the picture for years. Whoever Chloe had been talking to must have been someone higher up in the G.L.E.E or they wouldn’t have been able to plan a mission, so it could have been... No, that would be stupid. And anyway, what could he do about it if he found out who had planned to kill him and Taz?

Nothing- that was the answer, because he couldn’t even get his mouth to say what he was thinking. He couldn’t just push Chloe aside and demand that he see Taz. He couldn’t face that crowd of questioning rangers even though what he was feeling inside was so strong. This new body that a supposed ‘Dr Space-Claw’ had put him in may have saved his life, but if he couldn’t use it to show his emotions; to do what he wanted, then it was of hardly any use at all to him. He doubted that he could even get it to tell Taz why his arms weren’t there for her to fall into when she came back.

And it was incredibly frustrating.