Hunk's anxious voice broke over the tense comm silence. "Shiro, what do we do? We can't fire down there without risking hitting Blue."
Pidge added, "Why isn't she moving?"
Lance sounded exasperated. "Are we even sure Lotor is down there?"
The debate floated to the back of Shiro's mind as his lion went into another precalculated course across the roiling surface. His thoughts were sifting and filing. He couldn't piece it together. What was happening? Nothing was making sense and an uncharacteristic anger was rising steadily at the back of his consciousness. There was something they were not taking into account.
He was starting to have a feeling that all this involved some sort of magic. The buzz of paranoia flickered again. Lotor had already shown a deep interest in dabbling with alchemy. It was the main reason Shiro deduced the half galran prince sidled so readily to the princess.
His mouth twisted into a grimace. "If Lotor took control of the blue lion we need to capture him. He may be using some dark magic like Haggar."
"Are we making a landing?" Lance asked, sounding disturbed yet determined.
"How can that happen?" Pidge asked, still dubious. She amended her words. "I mean, the lions are sentient beings…"
"I don't know, but with Lotor we need to take everything into account," Shiro replied gently. "We can try to force Blue out of the canyon. It's doubtful that if he has any kind of control over the lion that connection will be enough to override her defences."
Hunk squirmed in his chair. This entire ordeal was just too much.