Chapter 32

A/N: alright everyone! I'm back! So, was last chapter fun or what? Now, who's ready for the next one? As always: I just own the story and OCs, VLD & Destiny don't belong to me.

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"Bold is intercoms/videochats"

Dreams/flashbacks/telepathy

"Pidge, I don't like the idea of you going alone," Shiro tried again, "You sure you don't need backup?"

"Why would she need backup?" Darvah said leaning over her seat. "She's got me."

"That's what he's worried about," Jaz interjected teasingly and the Eliksni made an annoyed sound behind her.

"The information I got from that shopkeeper's led me to believe they could pull out of their current location at any time. I need to act fast. This may be my only chance. Plus you guys still have plenty to do on Olkarion."

"You're right. Good luck."

"Hey, while you two are out could you get me more fluuto beans?" Hunk called.

"What do we look like? A delivery service?"

"No, no, no! No more beans for Hunk!"

"Gotta go," she smiled hanging up as the arguing began. "Welp, that was interesting."

"Never gets tiring with you guys does it?"

"No. So what do you know about this area we're heading?" she asked.

"It's on a popular vacation planet," Darvah informed, "a lot of high-rankers go there when the Empire gives out their vacation days. Fortunately, it has a thriving black market. It's were my rebel group managed to procure and transport supplies and intel from the network of spies we have in the area as workers. You'd be surprised by the secrets an officer will tell when they're flirting."

"Is that the voice of experience?"

"Would you be surprised if I said yes?"

-.-

"So we're heading to one of these hidden bases?" Pidge questioned as they started walking into some more questionable alleys and streets. The black cloak he lent he from his collection practically swallowing her, fortunately, most eyes were on the massive frame of Darvah. He reached about seven-feet in height, four arms—one robotic just like Shiro's, except modified with extra weapons she would not want to be at the other end of—was covered head-to-toe in silver and blue armor, a dark blue cape with a white spider on the back fell down from the spiked shoulder and neck armor holding spines long enough to impale someone. There was also the little detail that he had two electrified longswords, and a massive blaster.

"Not exactly, he's a black-market vendor, in that building there," he said striding forwards, leading the way. They walked through the maze of shelves, coming out where a shirtless Unilu leaned back in a chair.

"Shop's closed."

"Sorry, we're just lookin' for a show, supposed to be explosive," Darvah said leaning against the table.

"So you're the one looking for the nano-thermite titanium-boron? Very expensive. And difficult to procure, I assure you."

"Money's no object for me," Darvah replied, "and I'll even pay you a little extra for some intel my partner here's procured."

Pidge stepped forwards, opening the file. "Tell me who's in this video and where to find them."

"Why would I know them?"

"Because, they used nano-thermite titanium-boron, and in this little slice of the universe, you're the only vendor," Darvah shrugged as his two lower arms started passing a large amount of money back and forth between his hands.

"I happen to make a living selling high-end products," the Unilu said standing up pulling out two swords. "And I think the Galra would pay a lot to know how you got your hands on that security footage."

The vendor froze as an electrified sword stopped inches from his own metal blades. "Do you really want to do this the hard way against me," Darvah challenged. Twictching his blade, the Unilu yelp, dropping his swords as he was backed into a corner. "Pidge, search his systems."

"Who—Who do you think you are?"

"Oh me?" Darvah asked innocently tugging on his cloak. "I'll give you a hint, The Spider."

Pidge glanced back to ask what that meant only to stop, the Unilu looked horrified, enough so he actually wet himself where he stood.

"Tfeflhlh arnhyrohnhfef ufef ufefe'rfef hfefe'rfef, arnhd'h yrohsus'lhlh nhfefvhfefe'r lhgygvhfef lhohnhgh fefnhohsusghh t'hoh hsfeflhlh arnhoht'hhfefe'r hgygghh-fefnhd'h p'he'rohd'hsusc'hht'h arghargygnh [Tell anyone we were here, and you'll never live long enough to sell another high-end product again]," Darvah threatened and she felt a chill run up her spine. He wasn't bluffing, that much she knew, he meant it. If this guy broke the deal, she would have no doubt he'd be found dead a few days later.

For the first time in her life, Katie Holt actually felt afraid of the Eliksni people.

Leaving the shaking vendor in his corner, Darvah gently tapped her shoulder. "You have everything short-stack?"

"I'm not that short!" she protested.

"When compared to me you are. Ready to go?" he asked.

Glancing at the seller, she looked back at Darvah. "What about his money?"

"Right," his lower-left arm tossed the bag as the other grabbed a box, "thanks for the info and explosives. And remember our little deal now, betraying me will only get you caught in the tangled web we weave. And I doubt you want the spider's bite."

-.-

"So what did you get?"

"Te-osh," Pidge said pulling up the image of the large-eared masked alien, pulling up a still from the video, she smirked, "and it's a positive ID. Typing in last known location…we're heading for Kraydah's moon."

Darvah perked up, "Kreydah's moon, there's a rebel base there."

"Inputing destination now," she replied setting the navigation coordinates. Taking the controls again, Pidge squirmed in her seat as questions about Darvah's behavior in the market flew through her head. Seriously, how could the most cuddly, fun-loving, and gentle Eliksni she ever met be that terrifying.

"Something you wanna say?"

Yelping, she glanced back to see an indecipherable look in his eyes, the robotic one adjusting itself every now and then as he observed her.

"Well?"

"I, uh…why was he so scared of you?"

She heard a sigh, and clinking of armor as he shifted. "Because of my father."

Katie blinked, his…father? Darvah never talked about his family, not once. Not when he and Matt were roomates, not when he brought them on a trip to the Reef, not even family day at the Garrison. "Your…?"

"Yep. He's what you'd call a kingpin, mafia boss, pirate lord, whatever. Basically, he's in charge of The Spider Web, one of the universe's biggest crime syndicates."

Her eyes widened in realization, "That's why you're so familiar with the Black Market."

"Yep, my dad practically owns it. In fact, if you've ever eaten rax berries, you bought from his network."

"What?! I loved those berries!" she exclaimed.

"Yep, turns out they grow in a really hard to reach area, so no one can really farm them. So every season they were in bloom, he'd send debtors up to collect whole ship-fulls and then would sell them."

"So…when you said if he betrayed us…" she trailed off.

"Sorry you had to hear that, squirt. It's the way we work. He would've sold us out otherwise."

"How many people does The Spider Web have out here?"

"Why?"

"Because, if we can use the supply routes—"

"Refugees and supplies could pass safer!" Darvah finished. "I'll see what I can do, I'm not sure how many guys we've got out here. Dad may not be happy though, he could insist on a fee. But, if I talk to him, it should make things easier."

"…Did you ever tell Matt about this?"

"Absolutely not. Elders know he'd use it to smuggle tech, soda, and candy to the Garrison."

Pidge smiled, "So, basically, he'd be your father's new best friend?"

"Pretty much."

-.-

Pidge glanced up at Darvah as he leaned over her seat, as they began to get close to Kreydah's moon. Since their conversation, they had ridden in comfortable silence only broken by the sound of tinkering from the back, giving her time to process the info she just learned. She could hear the faint whirr as his optic adjusted, like he was trying to focus on something.

"What is that?" With is robotic arm, he pointed out to where she could see flashes. What, from a distance, appeared to be a storm.

Yet, something told her otherwise. "Not sure," she murmured typing on the controls. A hologram of the planet appeared and she tapped the reagion, showing a live feed of the area. "Oh no, it's a Galra attack!"

Pidge heard Darvah fall back and crash into his tools as she put petal to the metal, zipping towards the battle at the rebel base. Diving into the fray, her first job was handling the fighters attacking the gunners down below.

Green's jaws crushed a fighter as they flew above the tarmac. Her lion zoomed in on a figure running towards them. "That must be one of the freedom fighters."

"It's Ozar."

Pidge turned, "You know him?"

"I met him once, briefly, before my mission on that stupid frozen rock. Didn't know he transferred."

"What kind of alien is he? He looks Altean—you know, just blue," she remarked.

"He's an Eddesa. They're Altean decendents, a race of hybrids that became their own species," he informed.

Pidge's eyes widened, this was the first she'd really ever heard of successful hybridization between two different alien species, one that evolved into its own race. Sure there'd been Human-Awoken hybrids, but they haven't really developed into their own distinct species as of yet. It was really a scientific wonder. "One: you so need to tell me more about this! And two: We should tell Allura when we get back!" Pidge added scrambling out of her seat. "Let's go meet him!"

"Greetings. I am Lieutenant Ozar. You must be one of the paladins," the Eddesa said as they descended the ramp.

"Yes, I'm Pidge, this is my partner," she motioned to Darvah.

Ozar turned to the Eliksni holding out his hand, "Captain Darvah, good to see you again."

"Congrats on the promotion," he replied clasping it. "What happened here?"

"We defeated a wave of Galra forces, more are coming, so we're evacuating," he stated, motioning to the long line of people moving supplies into a shuttle, "but now that you're here we might stand a chance. Will the other lions be here soon?"

"I'm sorry, Voltron isn't coming. It's just us," Pidge apologized. "We're looking for Te-Osh. Is she here?"

"Te-Osh is inside the base," Ozar said pointing to the second shuttle at the top of the base. "She's loading up the last of the medical supplies. We were just about to leave, your timing's most fortunate."

"Pidge, you run along and ask her, I'll help down here with the evac."

Nodding, she turned to Ozar, "Thank you."

"So, what weapons are left? Because I think I could create a program to blow up the Galra, or at least distract them long enough for us to get away," was what she heard as she walked away. By God, please don't let Darvah blow himself up, Katie really didn't want to explain that to the others.

Before she could go inside, blasts rocked the base, sending debris flying. "NO!" she screamed, before noticing what was flying towards her. Raising her shield, Katie felt something, wrap around her waist then she felt a jerk.

For a brief moment, she felt weightless and well, for lack of a better term, not solid for a split second before her stomach nearly revolted, causing her to double over the arm holding her.

"They're back!" she heard Ozar exclaim as fighters dove through the clouds.

The medical frieghter began to leave. "Te-Osh!" she groaned, pushing herself out of Darvah's arms as she started running for her lion, stumbling every now and then. "Get to cover!" Pulling out her bayard, she fired it, propelling herself up to Green's mouth before she crashed into her chair as a blast hit her lion.

"You're really, really gonna regret that!" she hissed. Jumping out of the way of another blast, her eyes widened as it hit the ship. "Oh no." Green jumped into the air, snatching up the offending fighter in her jaws before crashing it into the ground below. Turning the lion's head, she gazed down at the group below. "Is everyone ok?"

/For now, thanks to you/ Lt. Ozar replied, /but our ship is damaged. We are stranded and cannot help Te-Osh. Please paladin, you must help her/

"What about you?"

/We know what it means to fight the Galra. The supplies on that ship are more important than our lives/

Pidge didn't believe that for a second. "Darv, can you fix the ship?"

She watched as her friend turned into a blue mist, teleporting right to the smoking engines. /Well…I can get it up in the air, but she ain't gonna fly pretty if I do it fast/

"It'll have to do. Get to work, I'll hold them off!" she ordered flying Green up into the air.

She wasn't sure how long she spent going after fighters as they appeared through the clouds, but she was relieved when the comm finally came, /Pidge, we're ready to go!/

"Coming down!" she replied. Diving down, she had her lion hover above the ground, mouth open. "Get in!" Darvah teleported, and she yelped when he appeared behind her.

-.-

"Te-Osh, I'm a paladin of Voltron, I'm here to help!" Pidge called as she zapped a Galra fighter off the face of the universe.

/Please/ a pained voice moaned /I've been hit/

"Darv, how far can you teleport?"

"Not that far across the vacuum of space."

"Quiznak," she cursed flying after the second fighter. Aiming her tail-cannon, she watched as it aligned with her sights. "Fire!"

A green beam shot out, effortlessly slicing the ship in half. Landing her lion on the medical ship, the duo boarded and raced to the bridge where a figure sat slumped over the controls.

"Are you ok?" she questioned frowning when all she got was a groan in response.

"We need to move her," Darvah said. Slipping his four arms under her, he carefully laid her out on the ground, assessing her injuries as Pidge removed her mask.

"Please, those supplies, they—they're needed immediately," she stuttered through gasping breaths.

"Not without you."

"Pidge," Darvah spoke up looking grim, "it's not good."

She gulped, pressing her lips together. "We're going to get you help."

She coughed again, her gaze focusing for a moment on Pidge. "…Matt?"

Her eyes widened, "He's my brother. We're trying to find him."

She gave a slight smile, "You look just like him. It's the eyes." Coughing again, she reached into a pocket and pulled something out, "here. Every rebel officer has one of these transponders. It's how we find each other in ther field," she gasped, grunting in pain. "He may not have his anymore, but that's his code." Te-Osh looked up at them one last time. "Please…please, get these supplies to my people."

With that final request, her eyes slipped shut and her lungs gave a shuttering breath before she stilled completely. Holding the transponder tightly, Katie could only stare as Darvah checked for vitals, attempting CPR for several minutes before sitting back looking defeated.

As he did that, she felt tears prick the corners of her eyes. Te-Osh was gone, and there was nothing they could do to bring her back.

-.-

/This should be far enough Paladin Pidge/ Ozar said as Green escorted the two ships to an ice planet. /We've alerted the rendezvous party to our arrival. They will be here shortly, thank you for your help. These supplies will save countless lives in our fight against the Galra. I am sending you and the Captain my transponder code. May the Paladins of Voltron always be able to find me, if necessary/

"Thank you," she smiled, nodding.

Turning Green away, they began to fly towards the location the code said was where Matt was. She couldn't help but feel nervous. Te-Osh said she didn't know if Matt still had his code. What if this search was for nothing? What if they didn't find him? Darvah was an officer in the rebellion, and he didn't know Matt was in it too—granted the man volunteered to live on an ice planet for several years so he might not've known. But that didn't stop the worry from lingering.

"So, Katie," Darvah spoke up, pulling the girl out of her memories of her brother and worries if he'd be alright, "you want me to tell you about the Eddesa?"

"Maybe later, when we find Matt," she mumbled still staring at the device.

"You sure half-pint?"

"His signal's getting stronger," she said holding out the transponder. "He must be around here somewhere." Green's scanners zoomed in on a planetoid near a massive crater in the asteroid field covering the planet they were flying over. "No…this…this can't be right."

"Pidge."

"This place," she whispered as she took the controls, flying through the desolate landscape, "it's completely destroyed. But it says he's here."

"Katie."

"There!" she said spotting a structure ahead. Landing the lion she scrambled out, only to see it wasn't a building, but a memorial of some kind.

"Kat," Darvah hissed, grabbing her shoulder. "We should go, this isn't the place."

"But there's something here," she said shrugging him off. Walking towards the stone column, she activated her translator.

"In honor of the 127,098 brave warriors that stood against tyranny. The quest for freedom is won through sacrifice."

"No!" she whispered sprinting forwards through the passage.

"KATIE!" Darvah called his footsteps echoing behind hers.

"NO! PLEASE, NO!" she pleaded to any entity that would listen. Katie Holt had never been very religious, but now, with every fiber of her being, she prayed to God that Matt's name wasn't among those the transcription mentioned.

Breaking through to the other side, she froze in her tracks, staring. Hundreds, no, thousands of gravestones stared back at her, each on representing a fallen rebel. Each one holding the possibility of being her big brother.

Without waiting for Darvah, she jumped down, not even bothing to use her jetpack to slow her descent. She couldn't be slowed down. She had to know. Matt wasn't among the graves here, he had to be alive. Her big brother couldn't be gone, leaving her alone in a cold, cruel universe. She couldn't have come this close just to lose him!

As she sprinted memories passed through her mind: family dinners, her brother comforting her after classmates would tease her for her intellect, the brief trip to the Reef she'd gone on with him, family days at the Garrison, birthdays, movie marathons, them secret talking with their father, them secretly communicating while he was at Kerberos. He couldn't be gone.

But instead of running into Matt, Katie stood in front of a grave marker. One that corresponded to his his transponder signal.

"Matthew Holt. 001005…" the machine confirmed and she stopped listening as someone grabbed her as her kness gave out.

Katie Holt wailed. The grief and despair of her cries being drowned out by the pouring rain and thunder encompassing the graveyard. She pounded her fists in a mix of grief and rage, desperately wondering why Matt had to be taken. Wondering what he'd done to deserve to die thousands of lightyears from home likely scared and alone.

As she gasped for air, Katie's eyes blinked tears away, and she stared at her brother's name. Then her attention flickered to the numbers beside it, and her choked sobs slowly calmed into trembling gasps. "Wait, Matt's—Matt's birthday is wrong," she wheezed.

Her grief was gone as soon as it hit her. "It's…it's a quantum frequency. It's a message!" she exclaimed shooting to her feet as she grabbed Darvah excitedly. "The code! What's the second encryption item? I have the book!" Pulling out her datapad, she began working quickly. "Adding Dad's and Matt's additions and subtractions…" a set of numbers appeared and a smile split wide on her tear-stained face.

"Coordinates."

"He's alive. DARVAH! MATT'S ALIVE!"

Hopping on the Captain's back, they sparodically teleported back to the lion.

Neither one of them noticing the figure observing them in their excitement.

-.-

"This isn't good," Pidge shuddered as she started at the scanners which slowly started to become full of Galra signals.

"What?"

"Two Galra cruisers and even more nearby." Actvating the stealth drive, the pair sat tense as they fleet through the fleet. It was only once they broke through, a large planetoid caught their attention.

"These are the coordinates," Darvah confirmed as they flew over the crater. "Take us down."

Green slowly drifted down into the hole, her paladin observing the scanners. "There doesn't seem to be anyone or anything here."

"There has to be. Matt wouldn't have left those coordinates without a reason," Darvah grumbled and Pidge was relieved that he was with her. Because if anyone was more determined to find Matt than she was, it was his brother from another mother.

"You think he could've left a clue? Like a scavenger hunt?" she suggested.

"It's something he would do."

"True," she agreed.

They decloaked as Green touched down in a cavern within the planetoid. The lion couldn't go any deeper, the tunnel was too narrow for ships. But just the right size for living things. Pidge dove right in, effortlessly gliding through as Darvah occasionally got stuck until they got to a wider passage. Landing at the bottom, they looked to each other in confusion.

"It's a dead end?" Darvah questioned pulling up a screen on his robotic arm—when did he install that? "I don't understand, the coordinates say it should be right here."

Looking down, Katie picked up a rock. Opening her hand, she watched as it drifted right back to the ground. "We're in the right place."

"How do you know?"

"Look," she repeated the process and he floated over, looking curious.

"Gravity. Only way for it to be here is if there was a generator nearby," he said and she started scanning.

"I got a door over here!" Pidge said flying over. It took them less than a minute to hack it, and Darvah stepped back.

"You go in first shorty, I'll give the real siblings some bonding time," he nodded. She turned to the door before freezing as a metal hand squeezed her shoulder. "And if anyone attacks you, give me the signal."

"The signal?" she questioned. They never discussed a signal.

His three remaining crimson eyes held a mischievous glint. "The cry of the deep doo-doo bird."

Katie smiled understanding the reference. "I hate you," she muttered before jumping in. The gravity slowly glided her to the ground. Landing, she looked at the screens in wonder. "This must be a spy facility."

The sound of footsteps rushing towards her barely reached her in time for her to duck. Rolling out of the way, she looked to see a masked, humanoid attacker with a bo-staff running at her.

They rushed her again and Kate ran to a column, using her jetpack, she vaulted over him earning enough time to pull out her bayard. She shot the grapple at them, only they used their staff to wrap it up, and hurl her across the room.

Sitting up with a grunt, her eyes widened as she saw them charging her again. "CA-CAW! CA-CAW!"

Her attacker stopped in his tracks, likely very confused, and Pidge looked up at the sound of metal creaking. "THAT THE CRY OF THE DEEP DOO-DOO BIRD! I MUST FLY!"

There was a blue blurr, a startled cry, and a loud thud through the dust. When it cleared, Pidge found the interesting sight of Darvah sprawled dramatically over the other being below him.

"That was your plan? Throw yourself from space?" she questioned.

"I always wanted to be a living battering ram."

Pidge sighed. How could one being be so smart, yet, so, so stupid?

The other being groaned and Pidge scrambled over to glare at him. "You!" she exclaimed pointing her bayard at him. "What've you done to my brother?!"

"…Pidge?" the other person spoke.

Katie immediately identified that voice. "Matt?" Without further questions, she ripped the helmet off of him and for the first time in she wasn't sure how long, found herself staring at her brother.

He grunted as the massive weight on his back got up, before he yelped as he was yanked to his feet. The siblings threw themselves at each other, hugging each other as tight as they could.

"Oh my gosh. Ever since the Kerberos Mission, they said you were dead, but I knew in my heart you weren't!"

"I can't believe you found me. It doesn't seem possible," Matt said releasing his sister to look at her.

"The thought of you and Dad kept me going, inspired me to do the impossible," she grinned.

"Ok, but seriously, how'd you get this far into space?"

"It's a long story. Any chance you heard of Voltron?"

"Duh."

Katie grinned, standing up a little straighter, "I'm one of the paladins."

"No. No! Seriously?!"

"Seriously Matt, the lion's right outside your little cave," Darvah spoke up and the other member of the Kerberos crew yelped whirling around quickly.

"Darv?" he stared. "You…?"

Matt had the air forced from his lungs as the Eliksni hugged him. "I'm so glad to see you!" he said before punching him. "That's for the graveyard! You made Katie cry!"

The communications officer had the decency to at least look guilty for a minute. "So, wait, she's seriously a Paladin?"

"Yep, Paladin of the Green Lion. She's made all sorts of wicked modifications to it."

Matt nodded, his grin slowly growing wider. "My sister, a paladin of Voltron," Matt picked her up in the air, hugging Katie tightly, "THAT'S SO AWESOME!"

"What a touching reunion."

All three turned to face the univited guest. "Who are you?"

"Who I am is not important. I am here to collect a bounty on your brother Matt. But a Paladin of Voltron, the Green Lion, and the Spider's son? What a day," the hooded figure mused.

"Stand back Matt/Pidge," the siblings spoke.

"Let's just do this together," Darvah grinned activating his robotic arm, "I have a new feature I want to try."

"How much time do you have on your hands?" Matt muttered.

"Let's show this guy what Holts—and honorary Holts—are made of," Pidge grinned.

"Looks to me like you're made of meat, just like everyone else!" the intruder tossed off his cloak, racing towards them with two electric whips. The three dove out of the way—or in Darvah's case teleported—as the lizard's whips hit where they had once been. Using her jetpack, Pidge dove towards him from above. Only she wasn't able to move as the whip moved towards her, hitting, and burning on impact.

"Stay away from my sister!" Matt snarled jumping towards him. His staff hit a shield their attacker made by spinning his whips. Fortunately, he was blasted forwards by Darvah apperating behind him, using his arm.

"You're worth more to me alive, but I'll take something over nothing," he growled and the two coils wrapped around Matt.

Hearing his screams, Pidge got up, firing her grapple at his head. He ducked out of the way, but she merely used the column it hit to pull herself towards his face. Which promptly became acquainted with her feet.

"You'll have to do better than that!" the hunter snarled swinging the whip up before a certain Eliksni teleported in and kicked him in the gut.

"You really should keep up," he teased teleporting away.

The lizard moved to throw his whip again when a staff hit him in the back of the head. "Hi," Matt smiled holding up his hand, Pidge swung down, grabbed it, and yanked him off his feet and into the metal banisters around them.

It didn't take them long to devise a plan. "We need a distraction, though."

"No problem. You guys get the trap ready, leave the distraction to me," the Eliksni grinned. Before they could protest, he teleported away. "YOU HOO! OVER HERE!" The lizard swung his whip and Darvah vanished. "NOPE! OVER HERE!"

"Since when could he teleport?" Matt muttered. But not one to question good luck, he ran to his positon waiting for his que.

Pidge ran across the ground, ripping the panel from the wall and scrambling out of the way. Darvah teleported in front waving his four arms like he was trying to imiate some sort of mating dance, all the while while singing very off-key, "IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL! IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL! IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL! IT'S A SMALL, SMALL WORLD!"

"SHUT UP!" Throwing his whip, Matt grinned as Darv teleported away again in a cackling blue mist. The end got caught in panel and Matt made his move. Running out, he swung towards the unwelcome guest, sliding to his kness last second as an electrified whip sizzled over his head, wrapping itself around one of the pillars. Jamming his pole into the ground, he pulled back and let go. All they needed to do now was watch the fireworks.

The bounty hunter let go and all three punched him in the face, knocking him across the room.

"Good thinking," Pidge panted, "exposing that electric whip to the asteroid's magnetic field."

"You're the one who clearly recognized he was using a direct current and thought about completing the circuit," Matt huffed raising his hand for a high-five.

"Tesla," Darvah cheered tiredly raisng a fist in the air. Standing straight, he caught his breath. "Now that's what I call a family reunion."

Matt chuckled. "Yep, and we've got the coolest little sister in the whole galaxy. Now all we need to do is find Dad…" he trailed off staring at his sister, "You kept my glasses?"

Pidge smiled as she put them on, "Of course I did."