Pidge moved from her sitting position in the tree to climb down the trunk. Her hands moved carefully down the tree not wanting to reach the ground sooner than she wanted to. As she climbed down, she could feel the rough bark through the Paladin undersuit that covered her hands.
Reaching the bottom she found she was surrounded by brush so thick it would take her a while to get through it, especially if she wanted to see how badly damaged her jetpack was.
Walking forward she moved her arms about her pushing the brush to the side. She almost tripped on a vine that was tangled in the other vines. She caught herself and continued on.
Pushing the last of the brush aside she stumbled into a clearing right in front of the cliff face. Walking to the center of the clearing away from the suffocating forest of brush she removed her chest plate. Flipping it over to the jetpack she found that the pack was severely damaged, to the point, there was no point in fixing it. moving her hand to the latch, that held her jetpack in place on her suit, she pressed down on it to release it.
As she pulled her hand back her undersuit an unprotected wire gets snagged on her arm, which wouldn't have happened if she didn't need to remove her gauntlets to get her chest plate off. Not wanting to touch the wire more than she had to, she attempted to try and pull it off without holding onto it. However, it doesn't work and the wire stays put. Not studying the situation first she reaches, with her other hand, to grab the wire so she could free her arm.
She gets her hand free but not before she realizes what she just did. Pidge felt the sharp current course through her and her vision was filled with a black dot. A figure standing over her. The figure raised her hand...
That's when Pidge pulled apart, "Uh-uh, not going there." She stood up and backed away from her chest plate. "But I can't leave without it."She turned to face the cliff, looking up she remembered how many Galra there were and they definitely had more weapons than her. The only protection she had was her armor.
Turning back to her armor she looks down at it with hesitation. "I'll just remove it very carefully," Pidge said with extra emphasis on the "very".
Returning to her armor she removed the jetpack carefully, making sure to keep her arms completely clear of the unprotected wires. Having been successful she replaced her armor and tightly secured it around her body. She couldn't believe it, she had finally been rescued from Galra hands only for her friends to get captured. How long will this go on?
Walking to face the cliff she glanced up to find fifty-feet of solid rock staring back at her. "This is going to be a lot harder than I thought," Pidge said as she absentmindedly reached for her Bayard. When her Bayard doesn't appear automatically in her hand she recognizes that the Galra still have her Bayard. "That's right I'm defenseless," Pidge huffed as she pulled herself up onto the cliff.
Pidge had climbed about twenty feet before she started forming a plan as to how she was going to rescue the others.
"Clearly they wanted me away from the camp," Pidge reached for another handhold, "so my first objective is to infiltrate the camp and find a weapon, that doesn't sound so hard." Reaching for another handhold she pulled her self up and prepared to grab another one when the one holding her right hand crumbled all at once. she slipped down the face of the cliff her hands frantically searching for a handhold, cause she had a feeling that if she met the ground she wouldn't be walking away from this one. She came to a sudden stop as her hands caught onto a ledge. One of her hands slip, and she starts to panic. her mouth is opened wide in a silent scream and her eyes are wide with fear. Sweat drips down her face as she brings her hand back to the ledge. Letting out a breath of relief she continued up again this time paying attention to where she placed her hands and feet.
Pidge pulled herself onto the top of the cliff, several moments later, where her arms were holding her up and her legs were dangling straight down, pointed at the ground. Without warning, Pidge started to slip. Not again! She tries to find a foothold but has no luck.
Pidge tries to use her upper body to try and pull herself up but it's no use, she's still slipping. As if it was second nature Pidge's hand shot out to grab onto anything that would hold her up.
What she grabs is not a branch or another hand to pull her up, but a root that was from an unknown tree to earth. It was purple and had yellow and blue leaves. its bark was not like the bark on earth, unlike earth where it was rough this bark was smooth and had no cracks in it.
having made it onto the cliff Pidge laid on her back for a moment in hopes to catch her breath from her close to falling to death experience.
surrounding the tee that saved her life was several all blue trees covered in blackberries. The bark was encased in thorns. several bushes surrounded the trees encompassing them in their own little world.
Pidge heard the sound of voices coming from farther back in the forest. Creeping up silently she peeked through the bushes to see what was on the other side only to find the exact same Galra camp she had run from.
"Perfect, now I don't have to walk as far and waste more time," she scooted silently around the bushes and slipped undetected into the camp, "now to find me a weapon that I can use to free my friends."
Pidge dogged from one tent to the other looking for a suitable weapon that she actually knew how to use, so she could resue the others, that were hopefully still alive.