NEW AUTHORS NOTE:

Hello! I have located all my old files and Microsoft word on my stuffed computer. And I was browsing through all my old stories and I stumbled across this one and I decided to, you know, edit a bit and that. Cos I literally wrote this and posted it in around 1 hour. Like, without spell checking it or anything. So now I've decided to go through all my old files and edit them this weekend. Next weekend I will get up to the task of updating. This may take a while….

PS. I now answer reviews! Why? Because we kill things! (What, you haven't seen retarded animal babies? Shame on you! (Please tell me if you know what I'm talking about.))

OLD AUTHORS NOTE:

I have one review since I wrote the first chapter three hours ago – Thank you! I'm gonna write about four or five chapters in this thing and I hope I can do most of them today so I can spend the rest of my time on something more HAPPY – my other fic. I don't own most things in this story including the characters, the quotes and Eminems song Like Toy Soldiers. So here is:

Reflections

Trouble

Major Trouble Kelp should be happy. He was a Major and could soon be promoted, he had just completed a mission (even though the position of Major was mostly a desk job) and Foaly had rigged it so human radio music came out of Commander Sool's computer's speakers every time he went on the computer – and this happened a fair bit considering the new commander was more technologically advanced than Root had been. There. Root. This was the reason Trouble wasn't happy. Julius Root had recently been killed and Holly Short was accused of his murder due to a complex trick Opal Koboi had rigged up. So now Root was dead and Holly had quit the LEP force. A new song came over the new commanders speakers.

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left

We all fall down like toy soldiers

Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win

Battle wages on for toy soldiers

Holly Short. A girl who was just as good as, if not better, than himself at policing. A natural born pilot, with anti-authority tendencies. He remembered her initiation vividly. It was one of his fondest memories that included Root and Holly. The two main people in his life who were now gone.

I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure

Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders

I am never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it

Root was going to fire Holly until Trouble convinced him to give her a chance. That was when Holly had tagged him with the paintball pistol

'You did tag me.' Root said finally

'That's right,' agreed Trouble, 'She did'

'And I did say……'

'You certainly did.'

Root rounded on Trouble, 'What are you? A parrot? Will you shut your trap; I'm trying to swallow my pride here.'

That was one of the things that made Root a good commander. He did the right thing with a bit of urging from his officers. Another thing Trouble missed about him.

I'd never drag them in battles that I can't handle unless I absolutely have to

I'm supposed to set an example

I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em

And that was exactly why Trouble couldn't stick up for Holly. Not that she needed him too. She had guts. First she shoots Root with a paintball to secure herself a place in the force. Then she spends the rest of her career on the edge of being fired. And finally, when she's accepted back she decided to go and quit. He had to admire her. But he could never do what she did, no matter how much he sometimes wanted too. So many people depended on him.

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left

We all fall down like toy soldiers

Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win

Battle wages on for toy soldiers

The new Commander was never going to live up to Root's reputation. One of the things that made a hard day in the force bearable was listening to Julius and Foaly having a go at each other in the operations booth. Now all he had to listen to was music blasting out of Sools computer speakers. And that was hardly a consolidation.

'So what are out options, Trouble?'

'D'Arvit! I thought our goblin troubles were over. I'm tempted just to send in tactical and take a chance that Scalene is bluffing'

Those had been Root's last words to Trouble. And Trouble felt that he should have prevented Holly and him from going. If he'd only insisted……. But there was nothing he could do. Root was gone. And he couldn't fix that.

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left

We all fall down like toy soldiers

Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win

Battle wages on for toy soldiers

AUTHORS NOTE:

It's short but I thought that Trouble should be in here somewhere! Review plz! Seeya!