Learning to Dance

“I realize that this is an unconventional visit,” she said,
looking from him to Taz, who stood up from her bunk,
cradling her newly restored arm. “But I wanted to thank our
ship’s hero in person.”
Up stood back, and the Commander entered the room.
Taz cast a nervous glance between them.
“I was informed of the details of your actions today, and
I wish to convey my sincere gratitude for the bravery and
selflessness you demonstrated. It’s entirely likely that the
robots would still have control of the ship if you hadn’t
acted as you did.”
Taz was slowly but surely turning red. Up hid a smirk
behind his hand.
“I’ve reconsidered your request, Lieutenant. The
Academy could use more cadets with the kind of balls this
girl showed today. I think I can talk the Admiral into
making an exception for this one.”
Up watched as Taz began to realize the meaning of the
Commander’s words.
“You mean-”
Commander Li’s face twisted into something that was
almost a smile. “Welcome to the Galactic League, Cadet
Taz.”
“Cadet...”
Taz was still processing when the Commander made her
exit.
“I’m going – I’m really going to the Academy-”
“You’re really going,” said Up, his grin spreading.
“I'm going to be a Starship Ranger-”
“And a damn good one, too, if I do say so myself.”
Her face lit up and she launched herself toward him.
Picking her up easily, he swung her around, laughing.
There was the smile he’d been looking for.