She lay on her side. Her mechanical shoulders creaked in the breeze as she heaved in and out. Mid day on this forsaken planet. Her blue tail had cleared much of the greenery as she wagged it back and forth, restless. Where was he? She closed her eyes as she remembered one of the evenings they spent in Cortaalis making a futile attempt to combat her loneliness.
...
Lance stepped over the tall shrubs, his long legs having no problem weaving through. He carried a large sack over his shoulder, and wore different clothes than before. He ditched his armor in her main deck. Skip in his step and familiar smirk on his face.
It was day two of their endeavor. Day one had been spent resting.
He heaved the sack off of his shoulder and it clanked to the ground. "Y'know what I miss?" He asked her, rolling his shoulders to get any kinks out. "My headphones." He put his hands on his hips. She snorted in response and rested her head away from him.
"Hey don't gimme that Blue! My headphones were a vital part of my sleep schedule!" He protested. "How am I supposed to stay gorgeous without my routine?" He laughed, and ran over to where she had rested her head. He cocked his. She had come to expect this kind of foolishness from her Lance. Doting over the schedule in which he sleeps instead of his lost team.
He wagged his finger at her. "I'm tellin' ya Blue, if you could sleep you'd understand."
Lance sized up his new project. She shuffled her weight to face him again. Then his eyes went to her. Warm blue eyes. She'd grown very fond of her paladin, even if they hadn't been a team for very long. "I know I won't be able to reconstruct your whole body, but if I could just get you up and running again we'd be peachy."
he emptied the sack full of parts. "Okay girl. What can you tell me about these?" He lifted a cylindrical generator three times as long as his hand up to her eyes. She got closer to it. Silver in color, various wires sticking out of both ends.
Useless, she concluded.
"Uh, uh-okay, how about this one?" He tossed the generator aside and lifted a bar of metal.
Incompatible, she said instantly upon seeing it.
"You're not even trying!" He flung it aside. "How do you expect me to fix you if you reject everything?"
I'm not rejecting everything. You do not know what parts I require.
"Well then today was a complete bust." He kicked the generator far away and sat down criss-cross. But his hands did not stay still for long. He plucked tendrils of strange greenery from the ground and began weaving them together, brows furrowed and lips pursed. Blue watched intently. This is what she found most intriguing about many biological organisms. They enjoyed making art out of anything. She'd seen it when the Yellow Paladin prepared everyone a quick lunch to enjoy while on a mission and it was the tidiest, most delicately prepared dish she had ever seen an organism consume. Of course Lance just scarfed it down in the middle of flight, but Blue could never get that image out of her mind. They made unnecessary things aesthetically pleasing to the eye and took pride in arranging just the right objects or color or movements or words or sounds together to make something new. In the case of her paladin, when he was angry he would make something, be it a paper aircraft, some sort of folding combinations that made a creature he called "origami", or simply untying and tying the knots on his feet coverings. He made himself busy somehow.
Before she knew it her paladin was scaling her head. In his hand was a circlet weaved out of the ground tendrils. he stopped at the top and placed it in the center of her head. Then he scaled back down and met her eyes with nothing except determination. "That's better. Now, Blue: tell me what you need so I can get it tomorrow."
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On another occasion he'd gone on about how he was excited to learn that this solar system did not adhere to Galra Law. However they were very cautious not to get involved. They were, as he described it, "totally like Switzerland". She still did not have a clue what that meant. He said they were not fond of whoever Voltron was. They were not fond of either side. That would, as he put it, "throw a wrench" in any plans of having the city aid him in repairing her. Blue realized she needed to be taught human figures of speech, as Lance was the master at spouting one out every other tick.
Blue shifted her weight. There was no way she was going to stand after the landing she had endured. Ninety percent of her body was scratched up, alien plants sticking out of gaps between metal plates. The only place that had gotten the least damaged was her head. She had been very careful to avoid hitting the main deck where her paladin was. She'd been doing her job then; protecting people. Who was she protecting now? She could not even stand on her own paws.
Alright, so here's the second part, I really wanted to explore Lance and Blue's friendship and give some exposition from her perspective. I'll probably have two or three more of these between major plot point chapters. Hope you enjoy and please please please think about reviewing!