AN: Oh boy, here we go. I'm not sure AT ALL where this story is going, but it's going.

Maybe it'll be long? Maybe it will be short? I still have no idea...

This is set in season 2, before Shiro disappears and before they do 'Musical Lions' to find out who TF is going to pilot the Black lion. Anywayssss, here is chapter one.

I'm going to want to continue this, but it really depends on the response it receives...

So without further ado, chapter one ladies and gents!

Pidge's POV

It's the way things happen. How fast celebration turns to panic. The way the human body can only take so much strain after hours of fighting. My calves pinch under my weight, my forearms burn from extending and un-extending my lion's clutch handles. Small beads of sweat decorate the visor of my helmet.

"I'm under heavy fire", Hunk's voice cuts through the comms unit, his voice also heavily strained from battle.

"I'll cover you while you take out that cruiser's ion canon", Lance replies as he pilots his lion to Hunk's aid.

Shiro's voice cuts through the thick of the chaos, laden with heavy breathing, "You guys, more fighters just entered the atmosphere…" an award pause pulls tension in the comm line. "I think we need to cut back to the castle, re-group, do something other than loose this battle."

Responds cut through the line, all but mine. I wasn't about to give up when we were so close to my family, to Matt, to my father… "I'm not retreating", I pause swallowing the lump in my throat. "I cant leave without getting that intel from that cruiser", my voice strained, as I move to take out three more Galra fighters.

"Pidge, you cant do that. You'll get captured, maybe worse. I know it's hard, but you have to consider the bigger picture here…" Shiro's comment burns like battery acid to the skin.

He was right, actually more than right, but I wasn't about to give up any opportunity to gather any intel on my families whereabouts. I know he can't see my head shake, but he already knows it's there.

"I'm sorry Shiro, but I'm not leaving without anything", he already knows this but it's worth filling in the rest of the team.

"Pidge, you can't!" I hear hunk yell as he slams his lion into yet another Galra cruiser.

Shiro, as if reading my mind, cuts in, "Hunk, Lance, Keith head back to the castle with Allura and provide cover from there. Pidge and I will eject from our lions and pilot aboard one of the cruisers. We will signal for extraction when needed", and odd pause cuts the chaos with worry.

"Are you sure about this?" Keith responds, his lion streaking red through the purple skies of Prion.

"Just wait for our signal-"

"Will do" he assures, piloting his lion to the castle bay, Hunk and Lance close behind his tail.

"Pidge you ready?" Shiro's voice commands respect, but here and now… He sounds more concerned that authoritative.

"I was born ready", a smile creases my face. It was, at best, a self fulfilling grin just to reassure myself I was going to get through this.

No. Regrets.

Before I knew it, everything was purple. The tint on my suit reflected colors of the alien sky, once green but now a lilac color. The wind screamed as if scraped across my lithe body. I had an odd urge to shiver, but I stayed focused on the mission.

Comms are cutting in and out, static fills the other side of the line. I can see Shiro but we can't talk. I'm guessing it the atmospheric pressure change, my ears needed to adjust to the altitude change as well.

I shrug it off.

Must stay focused Pidge. Come on, you're a paladin of Voltron. This should be easy, right?

I want to scream, but I know I can't- also theres no point. Shiro's hand goes straight, grabbing my forearm. His fingers are counting down. Five, four three-

Oh shit what is he doing?! Do I need to do something?!

It occurs to me that he is about to activate his jet pack. We were roughly 30 feet from the ship so this makes sense, but I'm still prone to doubting myself.

My small finger hovers over the button, ready for Shiro to reach one on his countdown. I nod- to him- letting him know I was ready. I can tell he notices, as his finger is placed lightly over the 'jet-pack ignition' button.

It was fast, which was good for my small body. Eyes pressed firmly together, hand gripped tightly to Shiro's suit, as he ignites his jet pack. The sudden movement change forces my heart right into my stomach, a solid led pit tearing at the walls.

My jet pack was soon ignited seconds later, pulling our bodies at high speeds towards the Galra cruiser. My heart pounding it my throat, hand gripped to Shiro's like an iron clamp.

We both hit the ship with a dull thud, knocking the air from my lungs. The world spins, purple blurring my vision. My hand still tightly gripped to Shiro's hand, he pulls me close. Sparks fly with the stars wind, as he cuts cleanly through the ship with his metal arm.

It's cold inside the cruiser, but it's better than outside the cruiser, and I'm thankful for that. I can hear Shiro's labored breathing, as I'm trying to catch my own breath from hitting the ship.

"You good?" He asks, setting a hand on my shoulder as I keel over.

It's hard to speak, but I nod my head. "Let's get this over with."

We crouch through corridors, all empty, each echoing the pang of alarms blaring overhead, and all resonating with the eerie vibe that the Galra seem to carry with them everywhere. I motion to a small control panel, Shiro nods, staying silent to keep us safe.

Fingers fly over Galra tech. I had learned some of their language- it was quite similar to the Altean language. Not all of it runs through my filter, but I'm able to download a small byte of information- all I really needed. We make haste, erasing our trace as we back track.

It takes me off guard, but we round a corner to find a once empty corridor filled with centuryes marching our very direction. It was to late to run, they had already started to open fire.

Shit.

"Shiro, get out of the way", I pull him back against a small column protecting us from the blaster fire.

"There's only one way off this ship, and thats past that army of centuries", Shiro sounds determined, but I can hear the slight shake to his vibrato.

Before he can protest against it, I'm running through the blaster fire, dodging flying streaks of purple. I can't help but feel sorry for myself, but this was the way things happened while fighting the Galra. I only hoped I would live through this to track Matt down…

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- SlighlyManicMonday