Alright well here is chapter 3. Thanks to everyone who reviewed and to everyone else who read my story and didn't review I am presuming that you hate it so feel free to tell me if I am right... or wrong. Chapter 4 will be up soon. I also thought that I should probably mention at some point that I don't own Starship.

Chapter Three

Separation

54.7.9. That was the number of hours that Taz had spent away from Up, the number of ensigns she had hit and the number of warnings she had received from that idiota who dared to call herself Taz's commander. Taz only had one commander and he was on his way to a different planet with a different group of rangers, far away from Taz.

Up slammed his palm against the button the shut the door to his room. Day three and he was already going crazy. The rangers on his ship were if possible even more idiotic than he originally thought. There was Esme and her friend, the Barbie dolls as Up liked to call them, who spent the entire time giggling and fixing their hair and refusing to train for fear of breaking a nail. Then there was Krayonder and his friends, if they killed any robots it would definitely be an accident from one of them mucking around with their zapper. None of these people were ready to be rangers, but due to the desperate need of the G.L.E.E they were taking anyone and pushing them through the academy. Gone were the days when you needed near perfect results in your exams to make it through. Now you just had to be willing and you would be out on a mission in no time. Many good rangers would die because of this. Up just hoped that Taz would have some good rangers who could watch her back.

Up walked over to the TV and without knowing it he found himself going through the familiar motions of putting the Karate Kid on. The opening scene flashed on screen and Up found himself thinking of Taz. He couldn't watch this without her. He hoped that she was coping with this separation better than he was.

Taz ran around the outside of the gym. The ship had no proper track so she just ran around the outside of the room. Her thoughts returned to Up once again and she pushed herself to run faster. Sweat dripped down her face as she continued running. She lapped the room for at least the 100th time when she heard a voice.

"Lieutenant Taz," Taz stopped running and turned to glare at the commander who stood in the doorway. "what are you doing here all by yourself?"

"Running," replied Taz, still glaring.

"For two hours? You spend too much time in here by yourself, you need to go and socialise with the other rangers, get to know them. How do you expect to go out there and fight next to them, how do you expect to trust them out there. From now on you will spend at least an hour a day with the other rangers and that's and order." She said as Taz began to protest.

Thirty minutes later Taz found herself in the mess hall with the other rangers. She sat in the corner glaring at everyone. Every time someone would dare to approach her she would pull out her knife and casually turn it over in her hand effectively scaring off whoever was crazy enough to go near her.

Up stared out of the window. He saw darkness and stars and Taz. She wasn't actually there but everything reminded him of Taz. The Karate Kid DVD reminded him of the all the times that they had sat on his bed and watched it. His old blue t-shirt reminded him of the time back at the academy when some bullies had broken into Taz's room and stolen her clothes and she had be forced to trade her sweat covered uniform for Up's blue t-shirt than was miles too big while she curled up on his bed and watched the Karate Kid. Even the CPR sign in the medical bay reminded Up of the time when Taz was confined to a hospital bed and showed her anger by throwing her knife at the CPR sign across from her bed until the nurses had confiscated the knife saying she was not allowed to damage Galactic League property with it.

Everything reminded Up of Taz. She was everywhere, all around him. Yet she was far away. He just hoped that she would make it through this. She had to. If only he could talk to her, make sure she was ok and tell her how he felt before it was too late.

It was day five of the journey to Robot Base 3. They would be arriving the next day. Finally Taz could get onto doing what she did best. Taz had ten minutes left of her mandatory daily 'socialising'. Taz hated this time, with nothing to distract her she found herself thinking about Up. Wondering what he was up to and if she would ever see him again. If only she could talk to him. Even just talking to Up for a couple of minutes could instantly make her day better.

"I can help you," A voice broke Taz out of her reverie and she turned and saw a girl with frizzy hair and glasses sitting next to her. "I'm Specs. I'm the communications officer. I can find a way to let you talk to Commander Up." Taz's head snapped up upon hearing this.

"Tell me how."