After the war had ended the world began to piece itself back together bit by bit. Now that aliens were everyday news, the agency had to worry about people hacking into and prying into classified documents. This kept the S section busy with all hands on deck. K section was also busy now with people ASKING to join rather than the other way around. New protocol had to be written and fast to accommodate the fast moving culture.

The Agency also now had to think of a public face. They had to choose which documents were to be public knowledge and what should remain classified.

There was talk of opening up another section to deal with public relations or if that should be handled by K section along with their regular duties.

K section begged for a separate section.

So, after more than just K section weighted in, a P section was established and would aid in K and S affairs in their spare time and with the proper clearance.

This happened quickly before the public and politicians could get their meddlesome fingers in.

Voltron, however, debated long as to weather they would join or stay apart.

Allura felt strongly that they should stay aloof of anything that would tie them down. Lance actually agreed with Allura.

"As an agent, and Keith, the leader, as an agent in training, the connections are already there. There's no point is having everyone join."

"But I want to," Hunk said, a lot more firm in this choice than he had about little else, "I want to be in the same section as Lance and Keith!"

"Now wait-"

"ME TOO!" Pidge said quickly, the moment Lance looked vulnerable.

"Wait-"

"I think we should all stay together," Keith said with a deep breath, "That means we all need to be in or we all need to be out."

Lance opened his mouth and nothing came out this time. Allura sighed.

"Keith makes a good point," she said.

"I am NOT training four people at once," Lance said putting his foot down at last, "NOT going to happen!"

In the end Lance was given four trainees. It would have been five, but Shiro mercifully took up the offer to be in A section under the training of an A7.

"Can you handle that?" Lance asked, "Shiro, I don't think you understand that an A7's job is nothing to scoff at. Think of it as if you're taking seven college classes, all of them 5 credit hours, and only 6 weeks long, over and over and over again. You're not that young anymore…"

"Thanks," Shiro scowled at him, "But I think I can handle it. I did the whole seven classes thing at the garrison and if I can survive that without coffee, I can do this with coffee."

"Write your Will first," the A7 said with a nod to Lance, "there's a reason we're called the Panda Class."

"Bransons gonna hear it from me," Lance muttered, talking about the A section boss, "he's totally exploiting you."

"He had to fight for me with K section," Shiro said with a laugh, "for some reason they really wanted me as well."

"'For some reason' my fat ankle," A7 replied with a scowl but Lance nodded.

"No really Frank, Shiro has no idea how popular he is."

"What?" Shiro gave a confused expression and the other two shook their heads.

K section was the recruitment section. With Shiro as their face and poster child, they could easily rack up the numbers needed to fill the gaps again.

They were, as they spoke, trying to get his secondary letter to be a K.

()

Lance finished talking with Iverson about their next big assignment and as he left the office, the bell rang. Garrison students filled the halls and headed to the library or their next class.

A few spotted him and gapped.

He ignored the attention and wondered how he was going to play this next game.

()

He called his trainees to a secure location- Iversons office. Iverson, himself, was off teaching a class, so they had the room to themselves.

"Our next major mission," Lance said, handing each of them a folder, "this mission will take priority. We may be given other missions on top of this, but THIS is one we MUST keep in mind at all times."

"Kinda like your mission to weed out the traitors?" pidge asked and Lance nodded.

"That took me close to six years to complete and Voltron happened at the end of it, or I would've had it done before they killed most of us."

"I don't like your accusations," Allura scowled.

"I blame myself mostly," Lance shrugged, "I thought I could get the blue lion to do what I wanted. I had no idea it was sentient to the point of an actual personality. Anyway, back to the present-"

"Hold up," Keith raised the folder, "this says we're splitting up."

"Yes," Lance beamed, "it does. Let me explain. Allura and Hunk will be playing diplomat between the Jermites and the Olkaries. They're arguing again and by golly the last thing we need are the two tech-savvy species in the galaxy at each others throats. While they are doing that, Keith and I will be…doing some basic…."

Lance wiggled his fingers as he thought of a proper word.

"…reconnaissance," he finally said, "you see, as a general stereotype, humans are more apt to share everything we know because we think its cool and everyone should think its cool too. The Hargros don't go out of their way to show off their advancements, but they'll share if you ask. The Jermites, however, they hoard everything. They are borderline, if not actually, very greedy when it comes to technology and advancements. When I said they were upset we figured out the microwave before them, that was an understatement. They didn't speak to us for almost a decade and that was what started the whole thing with the Roddakin and all that mess. SO, yes, Keith, we'll be splitting up."

"This doesn't seem like it would take years," Hunk said carefully, "if its just recon and diplomacy-"

Allura cleared her throat, "proper diplomacy can take years."

"And getting you guys trained enough to even be allowed on their planet will take some time too," Lance said, pointing to their empty pins, "without the stars, you can't go."

"So its mostly the prep work," Keith said, "that will take the most time."

"And the execution," Allura added, "Like I said, diplomacy takes time and if the Jermites are as advanced as you say, then infiltrating them isn't going to be a walk in the park."

"I don't like this," Hunk muttered as he squinted to read the fine print at the end of the document, "I really don't like this."

"You said you wanted to be in the agency," Lance accused, "Welcome."

"What about me?"

They all stopped and stared at Pidge who had her arms folded and was scowling,

"Didn't I say?" Lance said mockingly.

"Lance."

"Ok, ok," he laughed, "Everyone is dismissed! I'm going to talk to Pidge about her role."

"You're already separating us," Keith said, "we should all-"

"Keith," Lance interupted, "I want to talk to Pidge first before I tell you guys, alright?"

Keith thought about it, then nodded, "Fine."

()

"So what's the secret?" Pidges eyes glittered. She loved secrets. As much as she hated drama…she loved it. She loved gossip as much as Lance did (if not more) and if it was a secret, then all the better.

Lance sighed, not sure as to how he was going to explain what her role was going to be.

"Spill!"

"We're going to need you to go undercover," Lance said, not meeting her eyes. Pidge waited…was that all?

"Because I have experience pretending to be a boy?" Pidge asked, did he think she'd be insulted?

"Oh, no…well, yes, the experience is important, but you won't be a boy," Lance put a hand into his pocket and pulled out a photo of a black haired girl about the same build and features as Pidge, "we need you to be this person."

Pidge shrugged, "k…how? I assume if she has a picture she already has an identity? Where are you going with this?"

"She's already dead," Lance said and Pidge winced, "so is her family and close relations. Her town was the first hit in Sendaks raid. However, if no one knows her, her identity is ready for use…"

It was dirty.

That's why he was going over it with her first.

"Let me go over the mission," Lance said going back into familiar territory, "let me get everything out, and then you can make up your mind, ok?"

Pidge nodded.

"We're going to drop you off on a non descript planet and you're going to wait there for a while. Iverson and a lot of the Boss's are going to convince the council to send out scouts around the immediate area to 'just make sure' we're all safe and sound. They will discover you and bring you back. You're story will be that a galra ship that had you prisoner escaped before the Jermites were able to invert the barrier. The Galra in a rage, killed all the prisoners and you, alone, were able to escape. You've been Marooned ever since."

"I'm sensing something bigger here….and I don't like it…" Pidge said and then it clicked, her eyes going round, "ohhh, no…nonono, Lance, don't do this to me."

Lance gave her a sheepish grin, "Sorry Pidge, but we really need you to be in the spot light. We NEED the entire council and ALL three worlds behind the idea of doing a complete scan of the galaxy. If they think there's even a sliver of a chance there's a rouge gathering of Galra out there, waiting to attack, they will band together and at least to a through search. The agency is no longer just the government and the council, we have to deal with public opinion too now."

"What happens at the very end of my mission?!"

"You die," Lance shrugged, "while you are in the spot light you're going to do what you can to "work towards the future" and when we can convince everyone that we should to a search, you're going to go with them."

"And be eaten by a weblum?" Pidge ask monotonic.

Lance shrugged, "If that's how you want it. Iverson usually let's me decide how I want to kill my identity. I've killed two so far, and a third was just never heard from again."

"Were yours dead people too?"

"One was," Lance said, "The other two were made up with limited credibility since no one would be looking that deep into them."

"My acting isn't that good."

"But you're good under pressure."

"I can't act like a girl."

"Course you can, and Allura can help you where you think you lack."

Pidge sighed and shook her head, "What if I say no?"

Lance shrugged, "We get someone else and you will be with Keith and me as we do recon."

Pidge grimaced, "but if we get someone else to do it, it means reading in a whole other person and risking more information being leaked?"

Lance nodded, "That's the short of it."

"Ugh."

"Really think about it," Lance said, "you don't have to make up your mind today, but soon would be good so we can set things up."

Pidge nodded, "No, I'll do it. If you want something done right, give it to me."

Lance laughed, "that's exactly how that saying went, I'm sure of it. And thanks Pidge."