AN: Hey Rangers! I just wanted to say (even though most people don't read the author's note) that I wrote this in study hall like a week ago so please ignore any spelling/grammar errors :P Anyway, read, review, enjoy, blast off into outer space or whatever you want! Oh! And I almost forgot, I'm not sure how many chapters this fanfic is going to have but it's probably going to be a lot so yeah... :) And I own nothing. All characters, names, and such are owned by the totally awesome Team StarKid!

-LunaTheGeek

Chapter 1: Commander

It was a warm spring night. The stars of foreign galaxies lit up the velvet black sky with different bright colors. Taz stood alone on the open balcony, gazing up at the stars. Wanting, longing to be up there. In space. She sighed and whispered to herself, barely audible, "One day I'll be up there."

She looked down at her torn, pink, quinceanera dress. Ruined. In her hand she simply held a red bandana. Her eyes began to sting, thinking about the events that had beckoned upon her in the past hour. Her mother and father. Gone. Her best friend. Gone. Her brother and sister. Gone. And suddenly she woke up here. Blood caked on her body, dress ripped, burnt, and covered in dirt. Scarred from the damn robots who had just ruined her entire life. She remembered there evil laughs when they pulled her up by the back of her dress and hung her off the branch of a near by tree. She closed her eyes, letting the tears she had been holding in since than flow down her face.

She took a deep breath and walked into the room that the Starship Rangers supplied for her. She sat on the bed and her face in her hands. She was scared, sad, worried and angry. All she knew was that she was on Earth, in a Starship Ranger base. She didn't even know who saved her. She blacked out and couldn't remember being saved at all. She did know that she owed her life to her savior. She stood up and began to carefully take of her burnt dress. Taz gently placed it on to her bed and changed into the clothes they gave her. A G.L.E.E. T-shirt, that was way too big because they couldn't find a size small enough for her 15 year old body and a pair of sweat pants, yet again way too big.

She walked into the bathroom and looked at herself in mirror. Black eye forming under her right eye. A scar stretching across her temple. Her long, black, wavy hair dirty and tangled. Quickly, Taz began to search through the bathroom, trying to find a pair of scissors. Finally after five minutes of searching she found a pair under the sink. She had been dying to do this for year. She pulled the scissors up to her hair, closed her eyes and closed the scissors and let the hair fall to the ground, leaving her with a short head of hair. She than took the red bandana and tied it around her head to keep her new hair pulled back. She looked back up at herself in the mirror. She looked like one tough son of a bitch but she was still broken. She sighed again and made her way into her room.

Suddenly she heard a knock on the door. She ran to open it and saw a handsome man standing in the door way. He was much taller than Taz and much more muscular. He had dirty blond hair, hinted with silver and a bit of a mustache growing on top of his upper lip. He had a pair of bright blue eyes that looked down happily at Taz. "Hey there Taz! My name is Commander Up!" he spoke in a thick southern

drawl. He extended his hand and Taz grabbed it, looking slightly confused.

"Da hell kinda name is that?" she asked in something close to a whisper. Up laughed. "And aren't you a little jóvenes to be a Commander?" Up just smiled.

"Well Taz, I've got the abilities of an older Commander in a younger Commander's body! Oh! And before I get off track I have something very important to tell you Taz." He walked into her room, looking around at the plain gray walls than looking back at Taz. "I have come to personally tell you that I, Commander Up, saved you from those Dead God damn robots! And I got a new scar while doing it too!" He smiled and pointed to a fresh, deep cut on his forearm.

Taz's reaction surprised Up a bit but he understood. She ran up to his and embraced him in a hug. She buried her face into his plain white t-shirt.

"Thank you so much!" she said thickly as more tears poured from her brown eyes. He wrapped his arms around her too.

"No problem Taz! Just doing my job." They broke apart and Taz laughed weakly. She quickly wiped away the tears on her face and looked sternly at Up. "That is first and last time you will ever see me cry. Comprender?" Up laughed.

"Of course! I like you Taz! You're tough, even if you do cry." he said receiving death glares from Taz. Up laughed again.

"You're not that bad yourself Up." said Taz in her thick Spanish accent. Up grinned down at her.

"Well I better get going to the gym now." Up headed towards the door and opened it slowly. Suddenly Up turned back to Taz. "Oh and by the way Taz! I love your new hair cut! It suits you." Taz smiled as Up walked out of the door.

She collapsed on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. "Maybe things will get better."

Hey again! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my fanfic! Stick around for chapter 2 :)