I'm not a computer hacker and therefore know absolutely nothing about what is and isn't possible, remember people this is fiction not real life. Also I would like to stress that Liz will NOT, I repeat capital "N","O","T", be the main focus of this story and though she has a starring role in some chapters she is only there for lack of an extra cadet to play with….heheheh, Who me? Evil? You ain't seen nothing, yet baby…*smirk*

Chapter 2a: New Faces & Memory Lanes

The soft thrum of the engines, shifting subtly from one speed to another, combined with the low murmur of voices pulled Eliza 'Liz' Kemuri 's attention from the tablet she'd been trying, without much success to study. Glancing forward to the pilot and co-pilot seats, where Tech…no they'd told her they didn't stand on the formalities of rank, Hunk Garret and Pidge Stoker were conversing in quiet tones, she shook her head slightly in disbelief, still completely at a loss as to how she'd gotten picked for this out of hundreds of possibilities.

Letting her mind wander she brought forth the memory of the first time she'd ever set eyes on Pidge Stoker

Walking stiffly into the Technology and Information classroom and gingerly sitting down in her usual chair, Cadet Liz Kemuri set her laptop onto the desk, let her bag slide from her shoulder to the floor beneath her chair, and gratefully let her forehead hit the cool metallic surface with a dull thump. Martial arts class had been a huge disappointment once again, her gymnastics allowing for her to catch on fairly quickly to the forms, she just couldn't put the strength behind her blows, and spent far more time on her back on the mats then she did landing hits, and her back and shoulders were paying the price with massive bruising.

Fighting, at least structured fighting just wasn't something she was good at, but she wasn't foolish enough to believe that she could become a pilot without at least a passing knowledge of hand to hand. Top 10 in Tech and Top 5 in Flight, didn't mean squat when it came to Garrison and their ideas of who was fit to be a soldier.

Sighing softly, and biting back on a groan, Liz dragged her head up off the desktop as she heard the rest of the class filing in. If it hadn't been for the fact that this class was being taught by a guest lecturer and had been noted as being a mandatory day class for passing, she'd have seriously considered skipping out and heading back to her dorm for a long hot shower and a couple of pain killers.

Giving a passing glance at the front of the room and the head desk and not seeing anything other than an open laptop she made a quick glance around the room only to have her attention draw back to the front of the class, by the clearing of a distinctly male throat.

"Good Afternoon! I am Tech Sargent Pidge Stoker," raising a hand before any comments could be made Tech Sargent Stoker continued, "Yes, I am the former pilot of the Green Lion of Voltron, and yes I agree with Sky Marshall Wade that Voltron is a dangerous and therefore un-necessary risk to Galaxy Garrison!" Liz blinked in surprise, the tone of voice made that statement seem truthful, but the strikingly feline shaped green eyes and clearly gritted teeth were screaming an entirely different opinion. After making that statement Stoker, went on to the standard introductory part of the Garrison approved lesson.

Copying the actions of her classmates, Liz opened up her Laptop and logged into the server, keeping a careful eye on her surroundings, Liz not only brought up the days lesson, but opened two other windows as well, one became a search on any and all information she could find on Tech Sargent Stoker and Voltron, the other window the program she'd been working on for the last three and half months that had so far allowed her to hack into many of the laptops during class without anyone being any the wiser.

Smirking behind her screen, Liz brought up the specs on the laptops around her finding all but her own and Tech Sargent Stokers to be standard Garrison issued machines, and she smiled as she quickly hacked her way into the other non-standard machine, and the email account listed on it!

To: glionvltrn4eva. com

Fr:user344532vltrn4eva. com

Subject: I don't believe you!

With all due respect Tech Sargent, the load of crap you spouted about agreeing with Sky Marshall Wade would be infinitely easier to believe, if you did not appear to be choking on radioactive glass shards.

You would most likely be safer allowing someone to ask and admitting to being Green Lions Pilot, and then stating you're not allowed to talk about it per Sky Marshall Wade's insistence.

Also consider that it would be much easier on your digestive system as to much Radioactive glass can be lethal, even to Baltians.

Sincerely

A 'friend' of the Voltron Force

A clearing throat had Liz snapping out of her memory and causing her to lift her eyes to meet mildly concerned green ones.

"Are you alright Cadet?"

"Fine Tec…." a wave of Pidges hand abruptly cutting off her attempt at formality had Liz grinning slightly.

"I believe we covered the fact that we don't stand for formalities," Pidge stated quietly.

"True, but you did address me as Cadet!" Liz replied, "If I'm not to use Tech Sargent, perhaps you should call me Liz, instead."

"She's got you there, little buddy!" Hunk jumped in, and Pidge shook his head.

"Fair enough, just letting you know, we're about 5 minutes out from Arus!" Pidge commented, before turning back to his seat at the controls.

As Arus filled the view screen and she heard Hunk making contact with Castle Control, the stray thought, that perhaps she'd even finally find a place that she could call 'home' entered her mind and was just as quickly and ruthlessly shoved to the background, she didn't need to be allowing herself those sorts of thoughts when she should be concentrating on what was expected of her in terms of her duties.

Watching the two men who were to become her new teachers, mentors and perhaps team mates, Liz swallowed hard on a lump of nerves and squared her shoulders, whatever the reason for her luck in getting chosen for this assignment, she was going to make sure that she was not only taken seriously, but that she also did the job to the best of her ability.