So, this one's longer, it's really the first long chapter I've done on any fics. It's got quite a bit of Spanish in the beginning, so I'll put the translations up here.
This has nothing to do with this fic, but I'm watching the Oscars, and the Academy is jacked up! They just need help! Why isn't Harry Potter winning?
By the way, when there are italics, that is the person thinking, but when there are bolded italics, that means that that's the opposite side of the argument, the pessimistic side talking. I hope that's not too confusing.
Translations-I apologize for any wrong translations, blame Google Trranslate
Callar-Shut up
¿Cómo voy a tratar con este equipo- How am I going to deal with this crew?
¡Abran! ¿Cómo te atreves a poner estos idiotas en mi equipo? Esa chica Febrero dice que es un oficial de schience de mierda- How dare you put these idiots on my team? That girl February said she was a fucking schience officer!
Buena suerte- Good Luck
Taz stormed down the hallway, she seemed to do that a lot nowadays, but this time it was towards the ensign hall. She had just found out who the idiotas in her crew were, and boy were they idiotas. Taking a look at the room numbers, she pounded on the first one, a room that belonged to some chica named February. After about a minute of pounding, the girl opened her door, and Taz gagged on the air that came out with her, "What are jou doing in dere? It smells like a unicorn puked in dere!"
"I was just trying out my new perfume from 'Victoria's Secret,'" the girl replied innocently.
"Why?" Taz spat, still trying to regain her breath from her coughing fit.
"I don't know, being a schience officer?"
"De hell?"
"Yeah! I'm a schience officer! I just graduated the academy! Everyone was shocked! No one expected me to pass, but I did!" the girl rambled on, obviously not seeing how impatient Taz was.
"Callar! Jou know nothing!" Taz yelled, getting sick of the girlish voice, "¿Cómo voy a tratar con este equipo?" she muttered, storming back down the hall, and throwing her list on the floor. Fuming didn't even begin to describe how angry she was, she ended up back in front of the General's office, pounding on the door. "¡Abran! ¿Cómo te atreves a poner estos idiotas en mi equipo? Esa chica Febrero dice que es un oficial de schience de mierda! Open up!" on the last pound, the door opened, and she fell in an ungraceful lump on the floor.
"Did you have something to say? That doesn't seem any way to talk to the General," Junior asked in an infuriatingly teacher-like voice.
"Yeah, I do, Hunior! Who are dese idiotas on my squad? They don't deserve to serve under de Commander!" she yelled, her accent getting thicker.
"Well, I personally interviewed them for their jobs, and I think you will find that they all more than qualify."
"Den jou think wrong, don't jou?"
"Lieutenant Taz, you will go prepare for your mission now, who knows how long you'll be gone?"
On her way out of the office, she found Up in the waiting seat, "What are jou doing dere? Jou're supposed to be preparing for de mission!"
"Well, I thought that I'd ask the General if I could get off the mission," he stammered.
"Buena suerte, my friend, buena suerte." She said, knowing inside that he would still be going on the mission. She walked back to her cabin, and punched in the key, Up's real name. Long ago, they had decided that they would always know each other's passcodes, and they had chosen each other's real names. Her room was smaller than Up's, but she still had a personal bathroom, unlike the Ensigns. Knowing that she wouldn't be able to get a proper shower for a couple of weeks, she decided to take one then.
20 minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom, her bangs plastered to her forehead. She threw on a white tank top and some cargo pants, as well as the standard issue combat boots. Tying her red bandana around her head, she started chucking various different necessities in her duffel bag. Toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, tank tops, cargo pants, do I have everything? Taz thought an hour later, after her nap. She jumped out of bed blearily, grabbed her duffel bag, and headed towards the hangar.
When she arrived, a guard saw her, and nodded towards the ship she was assigned to. It was one of the smaller long-distance ships, big enough that everyone had their own room, but small enough that only the Commander and Lieutenant had bathrooms. On the regular long-distance starships, everyone had their own bathrooms, a luxury considering they didn't have those at base. She tramped through the ship, finding her room, and noted that it was next to Up's. Just the thought of sleeping so close to Up sent shivers down her spine. Stop it! You cannot think about Up dat way! He's just your best friend, he doesn't think of you dat way either, so get over yourself! At dis point, you have to focus on getting him better! What are you talking about, Taz? You two haven't spoken in nearly a year, there's a reason he thinks dat jou've given up on him! Shut up! I have too spoken to him a lot in de past year! Yeah, but it's nothing like you used too, it's just been, be tough Up, be tough! No it hasn't!
"Uh, Taz, are you ok?" a gruff voice sounded from just next to her.
Taz cursed herself for letting her internal battles outside of her rooms, "Yeah, Up, I'm ok, just going to get settled in a little early."
"Well, you've been standing there for a couple of minutes, so I wasn't sure if anything was wrong," Up continued nervously.
"I'm fine, Up, I was just looking at my room from a distance," stiff, formal, what happened to you two? "I'll just, ah, go in now," she muttered, cursing her warring consciousness. She walked in her room, registering how large the room was for a starship, then realized she was in Up's room, "Dis is jour room," she said when she came back out.
"Naw, Taz, that's your room, this is mine," he said gesturing to the open door next to hers.
"Dead God! Dat room is huge!" she gasped, "I thought this was one of the smaller ships!"
"Taz, this is one of the bigger ones!"
"Are jou kidding?"
"Nope," he chuckled, "run along now!"
He was almost back right dere! He was almost back! Maybe dis will be just what he needs! That's not true, and you know it, he only gets better when you two are almost normally talking, just start talking to him again! She tripped over the corner of her desk, shaking her out of her reverie. "Carajo!" she yelled at the room. Someone knocked on her door, "Who is it?"
"It's me! February!" a girlish voice called, "I figured, since we're the only real girls on this ship that-" she stopped when Taz's angry face appeared.
"I don't know what jour definition of a real girl is, but I can guarantee, I'm not one of them! Now get out of my face!" she slammed the door as hard as she could with an automatic door. I have a crew of idiotas was her last thought before the electronic voice rang out through the ship announcing takeoff. Taz threw her duffel bag onto the desk and flopped onto her bed. As soon as she felt the telltale jolt of takeoff, she turned the gravity on.
Up was miserable, he knew that he wasn't ready for a mission, and he knew Taz knew that too. Just that knowledge was enough to bring him down. Taz was his best friend, in fact, he wanted her to be more than that, and it killed him that she didn't believe in him anymore. It was all that damn Optimus Prime's fault, if he hadn't sawn him in half, he would still be tough. He had been so close to asking her out, and then, it was just so hard.
With a jolt, he realized that the ship had taken off, and he switched the gravity on. He sighed, and flopped onto his bed, knowing that the head of Taz's bed was at the same place in the wall as his was, and that she could possibly be lying down right there on the other side of the wall from him. The thought comforted him, stop it, Up, you can't think of her like that! She doesn't like you like that! He looked at his alarm and received a shock, it was already 11 o'clock at night.
Suddenly, he heard screaming from next door, it was Taz. He jumped out of bed and ran to her room, punching in the passcode, he ran into the room. It wasn't hard to find where the screaming was coming from, so he ran to her bed, and shook her violently, knowing she wouldn't wake without it. She sat up, gasping for reality. "Taz, are you ok?"
Ok? Does it look like I'm ok? I just had another dream about that day, but this time, you didn't wake up! Why on Earth would I be ok? "Yeah, thanks Up."
"You sure? Maybe you wanna watch the Karate Kid? You know, the good one, with Jackie Chan in it!" he asked, hoping for a little more of the old times.
"I think I just want to go back to bed, but thanks for offering, I owe jou one."