WOOT. I'm back...
School started, so I won't be able to update as much, though I can spend free period in the computer lab to type docs on Docs!
Hate school...
In Underline: Kara thoughts
I gaped up at the centerpiece of the Hub. "IS THAT EMPEROR FUCKING ZARKON'S SHIP?! WHAT THE HELL! IT HASN'T EVEN BEEN A VARGA!"
Whiplash was holding a paw up to his face, unsheathing claws one by one. Well... remembering events and placing them in timelines is more of an ar-
I shoved a hand in his face. "No, no, you are not doing a Coran. NOPE. Red, can you let me in?" I felt her virtual-mental eyes blinking at me.
[Why would I do that? You can still get in, can't you?]
"Uuuuuuuuuugh." I dragged a hand down my face, mentally calculating how I could scramble into the barrier without being seen. Really, this sucked. The only thing I was good at in school was quantum physics, and I always only did decently on the fitness exams. "Hey, Whiplash," I hissed to the ocelot beside me.
Hm?
Glancing at the fighters unloading from the bays, I whispered, "Can I mind-talk?"
Yes, actually. Why?
"How do I do it?"
Think thoughts in my direction. It'll feel like talking. Any private thoughts will remain private.
Like this?
Yes! So why did you want to know?
I considered, One, I want to be able to talk to you in front of Team Voltron without looking like a wacko. Two, there are Galra fighters coming, and I bet they have something to be able to hear what I'm saying. I'm vulnerable enough since I can't morph!
Eh, point. That reminds me; I should teach you how to morph.
Oh, now you remember.
And you didn't?
"SHUT UP!" My shout rocked across the rocky moon. Wincing, I turned to face the fighters.
Naturally, they had all swiveled to face my location. "Oops," I murmured.
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Purple energy blasts rained down on me, left and right. Whiplash had shrunk himself back into a Bengal Cat and was hiding in the hoodie I had arrived on the moon in. COWARD! I called to him.
I was never a fighter, ask Red!
[Yes, he would lose a scuffle to a vrix. A single unstinging, useless vrix that did nothing but run around in circles at his paws.]
A vrix is a common house pest, kinda like an ant.
RANGDA!
There was a glitch when I was editing chapter 3, so I should tell you that Whiplash's actual name is Qamchil, and he's the runt of the lion litter. I know the lions were spirits born from the comet, but I like the idea that they were space cats and were sucked into the comet when it passed their location. Everyone except Whiplash. Black totally still had the wings.
Rangda?
Red.
Ah, I filed the information away for future use. Swerving to avoid a laser, I scrabbled onto a rock protruding out near Red's barrier.
"Halt, Altean. State your name." A fighter called out to me.
"FUCK YOU!"
"..."
Silence. Then...
*insert your preferred laser gun noises*
The purple inferno raining down on my head began anew, and with more vigor. Dancing around like a chicken without a head, I miraculously avoided all the lasers (though some came to close for comfort). I dove headfirst down the hole in Red's barrier, and hit the ground roughly. "Owwwwwwwww." I groaned as I stood up, massaging my head and arms. Whiplash jumped out of my hood and landed on the ground, turning into an ocelot once his paws touched the ground.
That landing had much to be desired. He sniffed, checking himself to make sure he wasn't injured.
"HEY! IT'S NOT MY FAULT I'M TERRIBLE AT GYM!"
But you're good at agility.
"SILENCE, CAT!"
Who, pray tell, are you calling a cat?!
['Who, pray tell' is bothering me out of my wits?!] Red mocked.
"Yeah, yeah. Suck it up, pussycat," I grumbled back, still glaring at Whiplash.
[WHO ARE YOU CALLING A 'PUSSYCAT'?!]
Whiplash banged his head against Red's foot. IN DIABAZAAL'S NAME, JUST SHUT UP!
I froze. "Whips? We weren't arguing..."
NOT YOU, THAT! He gestured just outside of the particle barrier.
"Oh..." Standing outside, glaring at us, was Haggar and Zarka-Zarkon.
So I lied. No Zarkat. Maybe next chapter? I have outlines for chapter plans but not drafts just yet. No beta either...
THISTLE-CHAN OUT!
