Untold But Unforgotten (Taz/Up Fanfiction) EDITING PERIOD COMPLETE!

Chapter 7

            Taz sat in her room, sharpening her knives. More months had passed since they had gone on their mission, and still no one had assigned a mission to finish the war. She looked up at a knock.

She stood and walked over to open it. "Feliz cumpleaños!" Up said in a horrible Spanish accent that made her giggle. It sounded like he had looked up the phrase on a crappy translator. She then stopped, comprehending what he had said.

"It is my birthday?" she asked.

"Well, of course, Taz! You're sixteen today!" Up said, still smiling.

She furrowed her eyebrows. "How did jou know it was today?"

He rolled his eyes. "I was at your birthday last year! Remember, when I saved-" He finally realized what she was getting at. "Oh. Taz, I'm sorry, I didn't even think-"

"It's fine, Up," she said, turning away and busying herself by putting up her knives.

"So, um, I guess you don't want cake?"

She spun around to see him smiling slightly and innocently, though there was a glint in his eyes. "Oh mi Dios muerto! You could have started with that, jou idiota!" she yelled. She shoved him out. "Bring me to the cake!"

"Ya know, I'm the Commander, I'm supposed to be the one ordering you around," he grumbled, but he stopped when he saw Taz's glare. You didn't mess with Taz and her cake.

They finally arrived back at Up's room. "So are we singing or-" but Taz shoved past him and sat down, cutting two pieces and putting them on plates, popping a bite into her mouth. "Well OK then," he said with a smile.

About halfway through their second pieces of cake, there was a knock at Up's door. "Come on in!" he called.

A woman walked in. "Oh, good, you're both here. Commander, Lieutenant, Dr. Spaceclaw would like to speak with you in the administration offices." They both stood up, Taz quickly stuffing her cake in her mouth, which caused Up to laugh. She was really cute sometimes, though she'd punch him if he said so.

In the office Spaceclaw smiled at Taz and Up. "Commander Up. Lieutenant Taz. Good to see you again."

"You too, sir," Up said.

"What do jou want?" Taz snapped. Up held back a smile, knowing her mind was still on the fluffy chocolate cake in his room.

Spaceclaw just kept smiling. "The final battle." This got even Taz's attention. "Tonight."

"Tonight?!" Taz said, eyes wide. "But how are we supposed to plan and-"

"It's all planned. We've got you a crew and a battle plan. You are to go and capture their last supply of Fayzon. Then the war is ours. Got it?" They both nodded. "Good. Now go meet your crew outside. Give them all orders and such. You two have been to the meetings, you know the land like the back of your hands, and where most of their hideouts are. You can do this. Good-bye." And the screen went black.

Up looked at Taz. The final battle. On the anniversary of her dreadful quinceañera. He wondered what she felt beneath her tough facade. Even he couldn't read her at the moment. Was she angry? Scared? Or did she, like him, find a poetic justice in this, that she can finish their non-living lives like they'd finished her family's?

They were approaching the battle site. Taz looked out the window, zapper over her shoulder, knife in her belt. She tightened her bandana and turned to where their crew was standing. "Alright people!" she shouted. "Listen! Commander Up has a few words for jou!" She nodded at her friend.

"Alright, boys." Taz glared. "And girls. This is it. The final battle. If you fail us now, you fail everyone permanently. You all know where you’re going, so you better go there." Taz held back a smile. She knew what was coming, it came every time. She decided to jump in.

"And if they don't put everything on the line, Up?" she said.

He looked at her with a slight, wicked grin. "Well, let's just put it this way. If you don't go out there, and die for something, I will kill you for nothing." The ship landed. "Now go!"

The soldiers ran out the second the doors opened and they went off to their respective assignments.

"Jou ready, Up?"  Taz asked, right inside the ship, just before they stepped out.

He smiled at her. "Let's go kill some robots, Taz." And with that they ran down.

Their plan was to slip through the center of the area, while their crew kept the robots busy on the outer edges. But, of course, there were going to be a few robots on the inside still.

This was proven when they were suddenly surrounded about a mile from their ship. About thirty robots, all out for their blood. They both rolled their eyes. Too easy.

Without speaking a word they both ran straight forward, shooting a path through the robots. As soon as they were ahead Taz shot up and hit a large rock above them, which fell, instantly crushing what robots were left.

"Nice," Up said, not stopping. Taz nodded, then suddenly she was on the ground. Up stopped and ran back to her. "Taz?"

"Oh mi Dios muerto!" Taz said. "I run around murdering robots, but I get stopped by a damned twisted ankle!" She looked at Up. "Jou're going to have to continue without me. I'm not going to be able to walk." She hated this. She wanted to go and battle with him, but it would be impossible with this foot.

But Up didn't leave. He pulled a first aid kit out of his pack and swiftly patched her up. Then he scooped her up and slung her over his back.

"What are jou doing?" she asked.

He began walking again. "Not leaving you behind."