Holt: Easy, son. This ice is delicate.
Matt: Amazing. Isn't this exciting, Shiro?
Shiro: You guys get a little more excited about ice samples than I do.
Holt: This is history in the making. Not only have we traveled farther than any human ever has, but this ice could hold microscopic clues about the existence of life outside Earth.
Matt: Think of it, Dad. We could use those clues to become the first people to meet aliens.
Holt: My life's work would be complete.
(rumbling begins)
Holt: What is that? Seismic activity?
Shiro: We should get back to the ship.
Holt: What? What is that? It can't be.
Shiro: Run! Come on, run!
(all scream)
Muffled Galran voice: Emperor Zarkon, we were scouting System X-9-Y as ordered when we found these primitive scientists. I don't think they know anything useful.
Zarkon: Take them back to the main fleet for interrogation. The druids will find out what they know.
Shiro: Please, we come from a peaceful planet! W-We mean you no harm! We're unarmed! (groans)
Voice 1: Look, they brought in another one.
Voice 2: Who is it?
Voice 3: Over there. It's another one.
Shiro: Huh? (gasps)
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Lance: Galaxy Garrison flight log 5-11-14. Begin descent to Kerberos for rescue mission.
Hunk: (groans) Lance, can you keep this thing straight?
Lance: Relax, Hunk, I'm just getting a feel for the stick. I mean it's not like I did this!
(Hunk groans)
Lance: Or this!
Hunk: (groans) Okay, unless you want to wipe beef stroganoff out of all the little nooks and crannies in this thing, you'd better knock it off, man!
Pidge: We've picked up a distress beacon!
Lance: All right, look alive, team! Pidge, track coordinates.
Pidge: Copy.
Hunk: Knock it off, Lance! Please!
(computer beeping)
Lance: This one's on you, buddy. We've got a hydraulic stabilizer out.
(rumbling)
Hunk: (gulps) Oh, no.
Lance: “Oh, no?-” Fix now, puke later.
Pidge: I lost contact. The shaking is interfering with our sensors.
Lance: Come on, Hunk!
Hunk: It's not responding. (moans)
Lance: Oh, never mind, fellas. Thar she blows. Preparing for approach on visual.
Pidge: I don't think that's advisable with our current mechanical and.. gastrointestinal issues.
Hunk: Agreed.
Lance: Stop worrying. This baby can take it, can't you, champ? (rumbling) See? She was nodding. She was nodding. Pidge, hail down to them and let them know their ride is here.
Pidge: Attention, lunar vessel - (screams)
(rumbling)
Lance: What are you doing? Buckle your belt. And, Hunk, stop that shaking!
Hunk: I'm trying- Oh, no. (vomits)
Pidge: Attention, lunar vessel, this is Galaxy Garrison Rescue Craft One Victor Six Three Tango. Coming in for landing and extraction, against crew recommendations.
Lance: No time for your mutinous comments now, Pidge. They're going under and we're going in.
Pidge: Look out for that overhang!
Lance: No worries. My first year in flight school, know what they called me? They called me "The Tailor" because of how I thread the needle. Come around, come around! Come on, come on!
(computer beeping)
Hunk: We lost a wing!
Lance: Oh, man.
(beeping continues)
(a loud crash)
Computer: Simulation failed.
Pidge: Nice work, Tailor.
Iverson: Roll out, donkeys! Well, let's see if we can't use this complete failure as a lesson for the rest of your students. Can anyone point out the mistakes these three so-called cadets made in the simulator?
Student 1: The engineer puked in the main gearbox.
Iverson: Yes. As everyone knows, vomit is not an approved lubricant for engine systems. What else?
Student 2: The comm spec removed his safety harness.
Student 3: The pilot crashed!
Iverson: Correct. And worst of all, the whole jump, they were arguing with each other. Heck, if you're going to be this bad individually, you'd better at least be able to work as a team! Galaxy Garrison exists to turn young cadets like you into the next generation of elite astroexplorers, but these kinds of mental mistakes are exactly what cost the lives of the men on the Kerberos Mission.
Pidge: That's not true, sir!
Iverson: What did you say?
Lance: Sorry, sir. (Pidge makes muffled noises) I think he hit his head when he fell out of his chair. But point taken.
Iverson: I hope I don't need to remind you that the only reason you're here is that the best pilot in your class had a discipline issue and flunked out. Don't follow in his footsteps. Next!
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Pidge's P.o.v
'The reason we failed that simulation was that Lance wouldn't quite showing off!! Urgh!' I think as I walk back to the dorms. Once I reach my dorm I walk in and automatically flop onto my bed.
"That bad of a day huh, love? Was it lance again?" I heard as my wonderful girlfriend walked into room coming back from class.
I just groan into the pillows. I feel the weight on the bed as she sits down and starts petting my hair to calm me down.
[Y/n]'s P.o.V
As Pidge relaxed I thought of a brilliant idea.
"Hey. Do you want to go up to the roof and search for more alien radio chatter and look for Voltron?"
She automatically perks up her position at the idea.
"Thanks [Y/n]. You're the best girlfriend I could ask for." She says as I kiss her cheek.
YOU ARE READING
Supernova Love
Fanfiction(Pidge x Reader) You, [Y/n] Shirogane, are a prodigy at the Galaxy Garrison just like your older brother-Takashi Shirigane. But what happens when you get pulled into a universal galaxy rescue mission? Who will you encounter?
