Note: Here's the next chapter and as promised it's very long. And, hope you enjoy it.

Flight to Kerberos for a rescue mission for a downed space vessel.

"Galaxy Garrison flight log 5-11-14." The pilot jerks the controls while descending. "Begin descent to Kerberos for rescue mission."

"Augh, Lance," the big one groaned as the pilot controlled the ship. "Can't you keep this thing straight?"

"Relax, Hunk." Lance, the pilot, turned his head towards Hunk. "I'm just getting a feel for the stick. I mean, it's not like I did this!"

He jerked the controls once again. "Or this!"

Hunk was starting to feel ill from Lance's games. "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" he exclaimed.

While the two are arguing with each other, the other was monitoring the status and gasped when it lit up. "We've picked up a distress beacon!"

"All right, look alive, team!" Lance spoke, taking charge. "Pidge, track the coordinates."

Pidge nodded. "Copy that."

The spacecraft started to rumble and the alarm blared, causing Hunk to feel ill once more.

"Knock it off, Lance, please!"

"Oh, this one's on you, buddy." Lance tried to stay calm and focus his piloting skills. "We've got a hydraulic stabilizer out."

Hunk pulls up the monitor, but suddenly felt ill again. "Oh no-," Hunk chokes down his vomit which caught Lance's attention.

"Oh no-" he moaned while attempting to stay in control of the ship and his team. "Fix now, puke later."

But that wasn't Lance's only problem.

"I lost contact." Pidge explained. "The shaking is interfering with our sensors."

Lance grunted at that respond but tried to stay calm. "Come on, Hunk."

"It's not responding. Ugh..." Hunk tried to take control but his motion-sickness got the better of him. Unbuckling his seatbelt to fix the stabilizer, the pilot's monitor activates.

"Oh, never mind, fellas." Lance said, changing the topic from the problem at hand. "Thar she blows. Preparing for approach on visual."

"I don't think that's advisable with our current mechanical and... gastrointestinal issues." Pidge put forward, clearly not confident with the plan.

"Agreed." Hunk said, choking down vomit which, only irritated Lance.

"Stop worrying. This baby can take it. Can't you, champ?" Lance joked.

The spacecraft rumbled violently when Lance patted it. "Uh, see? She was-she was nodding. She was nodding." Lance lied as he tried to stay calm and stay in control. "Pidge, hail down to them and let them know their ride is here."

Pidge sighed deeply as he unbuckled his seatbelt to reach the microphone. "Attention lunar vessel-Uwah!" He fell and collided with the floor.

"What are you doing?" Lance turned his head after hearing the thud and saw Pidge on the floor. "Buckle your belt. And Hunk, stop that shaking."

Hunk, who is still unwell tried to focus on the situation. "I-I'm try-ah-ahah o-oh no-!" He vomits in the main gearbox and the rumbling stopped.

"Attention lunar vessel, this is Galaxy Garrison Rescue Craft One Victor Six Three Tango." Pidge speak into the microphone. "Coming in for landing and extraction, against crew recommendations."

"Uh, no time your mutinous comments now, Kat." Lance has no mood for a callback as he tries to land the craft safely. "They're going under and we're going in."

Lance began to dive the craft towards the surface of Kerberos, which wasn't a good idea. Especially, for Pidge and Hunk.

"Look out for that overhang!" Pidge warned him but Lance completely ignored her.

"No worries! My first year in flight school, you know what they called me?" Lance questioned. "They called me 'The Tailor'Tailor' because of how I thread the needle." he boasted. "Come around, come around! Come on, come on-!"

"We lost a wing!" Hunk yelled when they hit the overhang which displeased Lance.

"Oh, man..."

The lights inside of the craft switched off, submerging them in darkness.

"Simulation Failed." None of the members of the team were pleased with each other. Lance was especially pissed off.

"Nice work, Tailor." Pidge said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. The simulation doors opened, light shining in.

"Roll out, donkeys!" Lance and his crews did so hanging their heads in shame. There they stood before the officer and their class.

"Well, let's see if we can use this complete failure as a lesson for the rest of you students." the commander said disapprovingly, turning his attention to the class. "Can anyone point out the mistakes these three so-called cadets made in the simulator?"

"The engineer puked in the main gearbox," one student put forward, raising his hand before he answered. Hunk turned a deep purple shuffling his feet and looking at the floor.

"Yes, as everyone knows, vomit is not an approved lubricant for engine systems." The commander gives Hunk a glare and then returned his attention to the class. "What else?"

"The Comm Spec removed his safety harness." said a small female student.

"The pilot crashed!" said another student.

"Correct. And worst of all, the whole jump, they're arguing with each other!" The commander turned his full attention back to the three cadets. "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-"

"Iverson, sir." Someone interrupted. "Don't you think you're being too hard those cadets."

Every student turns their attention to the person all knowing who it is.

"Takashi Shirogane, what exactly is your business here?

"I thought I should see how the new generation of pilots are doing, that's all." Shiro chuckles his own comment. "And, I guess I missed it. So, what happened?"

Iverson sighed deeply before he could respond. "These incompetent cadets were arguing during the simulator while they were on a rescue mission and failed"

Lance felt even more ashamed at what Iverson said. Not only did he fail his team and cause them to loose the simulator but he managed to embarrass himself in front his hero. Things weren't looking good for Lance and his crew as Iverson prepared another group for the simulator.

~:~

Meanwhile in the outskirts of space an unknown spacecraft emerged from the shadow of the moon. Two shadowy figures were standing in it as they gazed at the blue planet.

"It won't be long now," said one shadowy figure. "A few more vargas until we land."

"Good, it won't be long then." said second shadowy figure whose voice is female. "Once we retrieve it from that planet before the Empire, there's a chance we might be able to bring the Empire down before it can cause any damage to the universe."

"It depends, princess." he replied. "Remember, we only have one pilot for it and need to find other pilots for the other four. Not to mention, we only have one."

"Don't worry, Coran." the princess replied with a smile. "I'm sure we'll find them. Let's start with this planet and its species, I'm sure there's somebody who has caught their interest."

"I hope you're right, the universe depends on us to find those who are worth and-"

"Princess Allura of the Altea, we're too close to the planet." The screen lights up showing a person in dark clothing. "But the castle sensors picked up something around the planet."

"Can't you disable their system?" the princess command. "Surely, this planet isn't that advanced."

"Well, no. The planet's security system isn't advanced but they have improved quite a bit."

"I see," Allura seemed less impressed. "But can you get through their system or not?"

"It won't a problem, princess." he replied. "Their security systems are easy to hack, just give me a few ticks to go to their system and hack it . But one problem, their system will come back a moment as we land the castle safely and undetected."

"Good to hear," Coran replied. "But make sure know no one on the planet knows about our existence just yet."

"I understand, Coran. I will not fail you and the princess." He turned the screen off as it disappeared.