When the ocean meets fire

~~~~~~~~~~~Irritation~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Taz was going to kill someone in a minute. The crew for this mission that she'd been frankly forced on due to 'lack of staff' was utterly useless, par the just about bearable engineer named Specs, and even now her overly-intelligent technical term-filled voice was getting on Taz's nerves. Never the less, she'd only met Specs and the incredibly irritating Private Krayonder since they'd boarded last night, so maybe the rest of the crew were proper rangers.

Oh who are jou kidding? De only real rangers on dis ship are jou and Up! she thought, instantly cursing at herself for the last part. Jou idiota! Jou promised jourself dat jou weren't going to think about him! She sighed, and wondered what it would feel like to talk to him again. They were going to have to talk to each other sometime, and in contrast to her feelings on the ship coming back to the base, she was dreading this reunion. Now she knew about Up and... actually, she didn’t know the name of that puta- uh, trainer, that Up was...going out with, but that didn’t really matter. What was going to be hard was facing Up now she knew why he hadn’t been there when she came back, and trying to talk to him formally without yelling at him.

No- she had to be tough. She was tough. She needed to be tough.  Lieutenant Taz wasn’t one to let her tough son-of-a-bitch reputation falter at a stupid problem like a trainer that she could easily beat to the ground later. She sighed internally again: the trouble was, that Up wasn’t just anyone...

“DISTRESS SIGNAL. DISTRESS SIGNAL. STARSHIP RANGERS ASSEMBLE. RESCUE MISSION DROP-DOWN IN THREE MINUTES.” The deep, computerised voice sounded throughout the corridors of the ship, and Taz’s thoughts of Up were interrupted yet again. Time to meet de rest of de crew she thought sarcastically. It was inevitable that this mission was going to be not only awkward, but boring and irritating as well. They just had to go onto this planet called ‘Bug World’, and rescue some dumb ranger called February who’d got themselves somehow stuck there (only the Commander and Lieutenant had a briefing prior to the mission, so the computer voice was mainly speaking to the rest of the crew). What the hell kind of name was February anyway? Ugh, why had she been assigned to such an estupida mission?

She reached the sliding door to the hall before anyone else, and rammed her hand down on the button to open it, probably breaking it in the process, and held her zapper up, already ready for the mission.

“ALRIGHT PEOPLE!” She yelled, calling the rest of the lazy crew who she was irritated with for not being ready yet, “JOU HEARD IT: DIS IS A RESCUE MISSION!” She decided to take over part of the brief as even Up was nowhere to be seen, “GET JOUR ZAPPERS- SET DEM TO ‘PEW’!” She fired a few shots to the end of the hallway, partly to hurry the rest of the crew up, and they made their signature ‘pew’ sound as the green laser shot out of her zapper (they had to use ‘pew’ whenever they were on a mission where they didn’t know anything about the life on the planet, to her annoyance).

“Woah, Taz!” It was that idiota, Krayonder, who’d finally run up behind her, “you’re pretty tough for a chick!” Sexist hijo de puta,

“I was just going to say de same thing about jou,” she replied coolly, ignoring Krayonder’s immature ‘woooooah!’ and walking to the side, adjusting her zapper’s strap over her shoulder as she went.