"There you are! What the hell is wrong with you?" Nassor gave a deep sigh and swivelled his chair around to face his accuser.
"Please keep your voice down Toshiaki; this is the library after all." A lesser man may have run from the glare he received. But the two had known each other for nearly nine years; and glares between them were more common than hellos, it meant very little by this point. Nassor attempted to turn back to the book he'd been reading but Toshiaki grabbed the arms of his chair and pulled him in so close that their noses were almost touching.
"Why have you been avoiding me?" he asked with a snarl in his voice "I know we us
Ever since Nassor had joined their class he had been the most frightening boy in their year. But Bob had to admit that this new kid was giving him a run for his money. There were a few key differences between the two. When Nassor looked at you; it was easy to tell you were being judged. But this Toshiaki looked at you like he was analysing you; it was unsettling. Bob had tried to talk to him, and make friends, on his first day; but he'd just given him that look until Bob had given up and walked away. At least Nassor spoke; until last week when he'd had to give a presentation you would've thought that Toshiaki was mute. Bob avoided him whenev
Nanashi Yamane glared from her place at the kitchen counter
"What happened Toshiaki" she asked coldly. Her eight year old son, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, shuffled his feet guiltily
"I got into a fight with Saitou after school" he muttered. Nanashi looked him up and down; he was covered in dirt, she clicked her tongue disapprovingly
"Go wash up, we'll talk when your father gets home". She sighed as he hurried off; it seemed that her son's attitude and smart mouth made him more enemies than friends, and she was always left to clean up afterwards. She was glad that he felt confident enough to voice his opinions, but sometimes sh
Sometimes she overheard the other students muttering under their breath about the Ranger base being so close to campus. The studious complaining about how the early morning drills woke them, and the socialites moaning about Rangers clogging up the bars. But she didn't mind, the base was one of the reasons she'd picked this school. With her dorm room one of the closest to the base she welcomed the early morning drills drifting through her window; she knew first hand that Rangers had the best stories and would tell them to anyone who'd listen. With all the Rangers drifting around the small town it made her feel more at home.
She sat on her bed
Five Years Old...
"Go long Mo'!" Phillip yelled, drawing back his arm to throw the football.  Moses ran as fast as he could. His young mind didn't notice Aaron and Kenan slowing down to let the young boy catch it. The little boy made the touchdown and gave a yelp of excitement. Aaron and Kenan over acted their disappointment, but came over with Phillip anyway to congratulate the youngest of the four brothers.
"I thought I told you kids, no football on the loading docks!" The boys looked up at the catwalk at the Overseer. Phillip grabbed Moses and the four boys took off laughing as the overseer continued to yell after them.
Whenever he'd been around women he'd always found himself annoyed or put off by their squeamishness. They see even a little bit of blood and either throw up, or start squealing. As they stood together, taking in the beauty of Bug-World, he looked down briefly at Taz. She was still splattered with the blood and little pieces of mosquito. She hadn't even batted an eyelash about it, though he knew she'd be the first in the showers when they finished up, it was the most attractive she'd ever looked.
Most people got it wrong.
They thought she had fortitude and was holding him together.
That she was strong and he was
"What are you doing in my bed?!"
Not something you want to wake up to first thing in the morning.
Specs was jolted out of sleep and turned to her left to see, well ask since she didn't have her glasses on, what Krayonder was on about now. Krayonder was nowhere in sight; but there was a pigeon on the bed next to her cooing softly. Specs pressed her face back into the pillow; it was too early for this. Besides, Krayonder saw it first, that made the pigeon his problem.
After an extra sixteen minutes of sleep Specs woke to find neither Krayonder nor the bird in the bedroom. She stretched and, grabbing her glasses off the bed side tabl
She could feel their dislike when she spoke up. Well... she could feel the Lieutenant's dislike; Specs always just gave her this blank look, like she didn't understand why she'd said that, almost like pity. She could understand that.
They were smart.
She'd seen Specs take apart that doo-hickey she carried around all the time and put it back together so it would do even more than it already did. She'd been in the Engineer's room and where there wasn't geeky stuff, there was nerdy stuff. Ideas for new mechanical stuff covered the walls around the girl's desk which was covered in little contraptions she hadn't let February touch.
He knew her inside and out; better than anyone else she'd ever known. But he'd never actually met her.
Okay, technically he'd met her physically. But he'd never met her psychologically. He knew her every quirk, button and switch; but he didn't know why she worked that way.
He'd told her everything about his life, and yet she'd told him so little about hers, even when he'd been there.
Now she lay, head in his lap, with him stroking her hair and it was their honeymoon. She wanted tonight to be special. She cleared her throat and he looked down at her. He smiled.
"What is it Taz?"
She almost stopped herself. Almost. She to
It took him years of scowls, sneers, smirks, half grins and faked smiles. But when it finally happened, when she gave him an honest and sincere smile, she'd never been prettier.
The squad probably thought it was crazy when she'd flipped out over Krayonder saying it was like being back on Earth, but then again they thought she was crazy so it didn't matter anyway. She sat on the window ledge of the Ranger station and watched the pink sticky liquid the locals called rain ooze its way down the window pane. She heard the door slide open and a familiar set of uneven footsteps make their way into the room. She didn't look at
The sheets still smelt like lavender. The bed was soft. The room was chilly, but under the covers was warm. He was still asleep. Normally this was when she'd get up for her morning work-out routine. But instead Taz curled up closer to Up, rested her head in the crook of his neck and breathed in his scent.
Fuck it. She couldn't walk away from heaven.
Sometimes she remembered and sometimes she didn't. They didn't know which was worse. When she didn't remember she refused to believe them, and was under the delusion that they were androids keeping her imprisoned underground during the war. She'd fight them tooth and n
Krayonder grumbled. If he'd known switching rooms with Taz would mean he had to help her move her shit, he would've kept his old room. But Taz had already taken the heavy boxes out and she was the Lieutenant. He swore as something fell out of the box. Putting down the box he saw it was a notebook, now lying open on the floor. He was going to pick it up when he recognised the Lieutenant's neat scrawl.
Gone in a second
Couldn't possibly happen
Krayonder frowned. What the hell? Curious he crouched over the notebook.
Idiot in a grey suit(?) What is that thing?
A scowl & a scold
Krayonder looked up and saw Specs sitting in the stands keeping score. He stopped for a moment and took his shirt off to wipe off his face, he leant on the barrier between the court and the stands and smiled at her.
"Hey Specs, enjoying the show?" Specs looked up from the piece of equipment in her lap, he couldn't see where she was looking due to those thick glasses of hers, but he guessed she was checking him out when her cheeks turned red.
"Well, technically yes. But not in a conventional sense; watching the difference in strategies being played out on the court and running the variables on them is simply enthralling." Krayonder gave her
59. No-way out.
Enemies on all sides, locked into a room, fires blazing outside, and no word on reinforcement. Up looked at Taz sitting next to him silently. She looked back at him and they both understood. Up ran a hand through his hair with a sigh and Taz took off her bandanna and stared at it. Up felt a stab of guilt. He'd sworn to himself they'd never end like this, hiding in a room without any chance of winning. Taz wasn't saying anything but he felt as though she was blaming him.
"No Taz, I really-" She stood up and pressed him against the wall. Her eyes were watering.
"I said. Shut. Up." Up gulped. This would
Up sat down in the common room and thought about the past. He still remembered his first girlfriend. She'd always been so quiet, always ready to listen and so trusting of everyone. It had been painful when she'd left him because she couldn't handle the idea of him putting himself in danger. He thought he'd loved her. Up looked across the room to where Taz was sitting, flicking through a book; she looked up and smiled at him.
He realised he'd thought wrong.
Taz sprawled on the couch and flicked through her old photo album remembering. Loris had been her second boyfriend. He'd been a jokester, but knew when to be serious; he'd be
Taz was glad, even if the other two weren't, that they'd been deployed on short notice. Sure she was angry as hell that there was a Robot attack so far into their territory. But it least it stopped the others bitching about missing summer vacation. Taz never liked being reminded that she was worlds apart from her friends.
Briefing had been, honestly, brief. A popular vacation spot had been hit, most likely due to the high concentration of humans. Taz had spat at the ground, idiotas leaving the cities during war? No wonder they were attacked. Now because of this Axton and Loris were pinned down inside a smashed in shop front by robo
A fault in the air filtering unit had left a few of those on-board feeling under the weather. The illness wasn't long lasting, or contagious, but it left the victim completely out of action. The doctors on board had quickly figured out that the level of severity depended on if you'd had all your shots of #KxZZ-86 as a child. Taz had never had those shots. Leaving her bed ridden, drenched in sweat, shaking with cold and slipping in and out of sleep. The Doctors assured him she'd be fine and that it should pass before the week was out. None the less, Up stayed by her side the entire time. Keeping her cool, and making sure she didn't