"Having fun?" a voice behind Taz mocked. She whipped around to yell a threatening comeback at whoever dared make fun of her, but then glared as she saw who it was.

"What do you want, Williams?"

"I prefer Alex, my first name, you know, the one my parents gave me?" Taz cringed at the word 'parents'. "You and the Commander seem to be having fun." Taz rolled her eyes.

"Shut the hell up Williams." "Alright everybody, listen up!" Up's authoratative voice rang throughout the room, immediately getting everyone's attention. "I want you to start with ten laps around the track, get going!" Taz shot off. She used her anger to fuel her running, her legs pounding on the red track. She led the group by far, at least three quarters of a lap between her and the next person behind her. She didn't start breathing hard until the third lap.

"Running away from your problems?" Alex said, suddenly appearing next to Taz on her seventh lap.

"No, just wanting a good workout," Taz panted. "Gotta beat those robots, the hijos de puta deserve a good beating." Alex chuckled.

"Yeah, they do." He was struggling to keep up with her, Taz noticed that he was breathing much harder than she was.

"Maybe you should work out a bit more," Taz said. "Then maybe you'd be able to keep up with me!" With that she sped ahead of Alex, finished her last lap and walked over to where Up was standing. He grinned crookedly at her.

"Next time, maybe you wanna at least go a bit slower. You're making everyone else feel bad," he joked. Taz laughed.

"Good. Then maybe they'd work harder." Up laughed and shoved the smaller girl playfully. When the rest of the group finished their ten laps five minutes later, Up ordered them to do the normal set of fifty pushups, situps and crunches. They did exercises in pairs and then Up yelled out: "Alright, let's gather around the mat, it's sparring time!" That was met with a round of cheers, everyone loved to spar. Sparring in the Rangers is when two fighters fight a hand-to-hand combat fight. No rules, except: Don't kill each other. "Who wants to go first?"

"I'll go," Taz said, walking out into the middle of the mat. "Which one of you idiotas want to fight me?" Up looked expectantly around, seeing how each Ranger looked down at their feet. He sighed.

"Fine, I'll go." Taz grinned widely.

"Bring it on, Up!" she taunted. He chuckled and stepped onto the mat. Just like they'd done two hours before, the two circled each other like a predator in the wild circles its prey. They'd only got in a few punches when the Admiral on board, the highest ranking officer on the ship, entered the gym. He watched the two for a minute or two and then called out,

"Commander Up! I need to talk to you!" Up's attention wavered and Taz landed a good punch in the gut. "You know, if you still have your brain with you." Everyone laughed; the Admiral was known for his good sense of humor. Up groaned, knowing that Taz's punch would bruise later, but got up.

"Alright, you're done for the morning. Go eat!" he yelled at the group. They cheered and headed off to the cafeteria for lunch.