Pidge was frustrated.
She and Lance, under the fake identities of 'Holly Van Daal' and 'George Faun' Not the subtlest of names on Pidge's part), had been caught vandalising galra pods by making all the alarms, instead of beeping, shout "Honerva is an ugly B!&!£ " in five different languages. Occasionally it would say "Karr is the dictionary definition of &!hole" in seven. Pidge had no regrets about that particular technological exploit, but she didn't like being in prison without a computer. It just didn't suit her personality.
Meaning it drove her up the wall, round the bend, apples and bananas.
She thought about the cell walls. No... The walls were too thick to bust through, even with Hunk's massive strength. But the cell door was made of thinner material, most likely steel. That, Lance's bayard could smash down easily, if they hadn't left it in the bag.
She was just about to tell Lance her grand idea when the door opened.
A young man stood in the doorway, he was tall, his face hidden by a cloak, and, from what Pidge could see in the darkness of the cell, he had a scrawny figure. "We need to go." He said, his voice was farmilliar. "Now."
Lance was confused.
He and Pidge had been imprisoned in a secret base for about two days, then, out of the blue, a weird guy in rags had turned up at the cell door to take the to 'where they needed to go', wherever that was. Lance kept thinking he recognised the voice, but there was no way he had met this weirdo before.
The mystery man took them to the loading bay of the prison, and to a galra pod. The pilot, like the mystery man, was wearing a cloak that hid his face. Obviously these people wanted to keep their identities a secret. This pilot was broad shouldered and muscular, as opposed to the escort, who was lean and lanky. He was wearing gloves, one of which was bright red. The mystery man no. 1 told Lance and Pidge to sit down in the passenger seats. They sat down, and the pilot launched off the port at the kind of speed that would have made even the most practiced aviator would have trouble keeping his gastrointestinal problems a secret. Hunk wouldn't last a second in this thing.
At his sides, Lance crossed his fingers and hoped that Pidge had a plan to rescue both of them from this mess. She was good at that, as well as-
Lance's thoughts were cut off the moment he saw the escort take his hood off.
Pidge felt longing, pain, happiness, excitement, relief and betrayal all at once when she saw who was under that thick hood. "MATT!" She shouted, and ran over to hug him. For that one moment, she felt everything was complete. Then she realised that she was a convict that had just broken out of prison.
The pilot turned around on his swivel chair, then he pulled back his hood. Pidge thought she was dreaming, then she realised it was really who she thought it was. David Garret, her nephew, was sitting in the chair.
Pidge couldn't decide whether to hug Matt or David, so she pushed Matt to where David was, and squeezed most of the air out of them for about two ticks when Lance joined them and made it downright impossible for anyone to breathe. Matt pointed this out, so hunk let go, then Matt turned to David and said, "We're approaching."
David sat back down in the pilot seat and landed them in a pod bay, then got up and opened the door to the pod. "We're here, let's go." And he climbed down the side of the pod.
The moment Pidge saw what was outside, she gasped in amazement. Right in front of her stood the original Atlas. The ship that saved her life was standing in front of her in all its glory. She had a small voice in her head that wanted her to say thank you to the ship, but thanking a fifty-thousand ton metal ark probably would look a little weird.