The disclaimer saying that I don't own any Galaxy Ranger characters ran off somewhere. Another one shot fic from Goose's point of view. I get a lot of those.

One Small Step

Okay it's go time.

Going to do it.

Right now.

What the hell is wrong with me? I feel like I'm about to jump out of a jet without a parachute. I actually did once jump out of a jet without a parachute and I didn't feel half as anxious as this!

Wait, Supertroopers don't get anxious.

I'm a Supertrooper damn it. I make other people get anxious!

I once made a guy wet his pants and jump out of a window with a single growl.

With a look I make the toughest meanest bad guys get chills down their spines.

With a tilt of my head people freeze in their tracks, terrified of what I'm going to do to them.

Even other Supertroopers get scared of me no matter how hard they try to pretend they don't. I can smell it on 'em.

Nobody and nothing scares the Goose.

So what is all this garbage about me stalling here? This is nothing. No big deal.

If it's no big deal why is my heart pounding like I've run forty miles?

This is crazy! Why am I feeling like this? Nothing bad is going to happen.

I've been shot at, zapped into other dimensions, mutated into stars only know how many different creatures, floated around in outer space without a space helmet, thrown off cliffs, set on fire…You name it, I survived it.

And this is the thing that's freaking me out?

Gooseman get a hold of yourself. You're over thinking this. That's the problem.

Great, now I can't stop thinking! Just great!

Already my mind has run through a half dozen scenarios of things that could go wrong.

Stop thinking about that! This is nuts! Nothing and I mean nothing will go wrong!

It's not like I haven't done anything like this before. I must have done something like this a dozen times in other situations.

So why am I so nervous now?

No! No! No! I am not nervous! I don't get nervous or scared! Those are weak useless emotions that I don't need. Fear is an illusion. Fear does not exist.

Fear is making me stand here like an idiot arguing with myself.

This is ridiculous! Come on Gooseman! Get a hold of yourself and be a man!

If Doc ever knew about this he'd laugh himself to death.

No, if he knew about this I'd kill him first.

Okay I have to do this! I've been stalling too long. I have to make my move now before my opportunity passes. No more stalling.

You know I never really noticed how many of those pictures were on the walls before. Some of them aren't so bad. That one on the right looks like a duck. And that other one…

WHAT AM I DOING? HAVE I LOST MY MIND?

Apparently, yes.

This is not me! This is not what I do!

The Goose does not stand around and let things happen. The Goose makes things happen and dang it I will make it happen!

Then again that other picture really doesn't look like a duck now that I take a closer look at it.

Oh for crying out loud! Enough of this! Stupid thoughts or not I am going to do this even if it kills me!

Hopefully, it won't.

Here it goes. Now or never. Just bite the bullet and do it.

"Hey Niko, want to get some ice cream?"

"I thought you'd never ask."