#axnattural

Angelique really had been stuck in her own head to be fair, it took her a moment before she looked up when she finally clicked together she was being spoken to. “Oh, hey James.” She greeted after a moment, confused where he was getting the idea that the bandages on her fingers and some across her palms had appeared to have been worn out and slightly torn up in her latest session, looking a little blackened too. 

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Lance searched and searched the Atlas. Only people around were people doing their jobs, or would make Lance go do something boring. Or anytime he saw Iverson he still ducked behind corners, or run in the opposite direction. Veronica took the MFE girls out, with Allura and Romelle. Pidge and Hunk went poof, Shiro and Keith... Lance didn’t want to know.

He was beyond bored, no one knew how to have fun while the world was ending. Lance thought about WW3, they talked about prohibition people were seeking drinks and drugs from PTSD. It would get too out of hand so they banned it. One thing Lance knows, do not ban the fun juice. Which on thinking about it, he wondered if there was a place at the Garrison willing to serve him. He might be 19 biological, but his ID says he’s 22. Lance wanted to have a little fun. Go drive over the ruins in cruisers, go shoot drones and cause some trouble.

        He recognized this human’s face, vaguely from Keith’s earlier memories. Not one of Keith’s pleasant memories, but the human clearly had some standing among the other humans in charge of the Garrison. He didn’t give off negative vibes, but Black’s limited knowledge of James and the recollection of this human calling Black ‘broke’ because he let Keith pilot him, wasn’t the greatest first impression.

After defeating Sendak things were supposed to get easier, Keith hoped, but with the growing connection of Earth with different systems and planets around, their work only gets harder. It’s just like when they wanted to make everyone join their coalition with the Voltron show, Lance told him once they all get different missions to try and make Earth’s participation and Voltron’s return to reach all of their allies, to make ones too. Keith wasn’t part of that now and he’s sure he doesn’t want to be playing for an audience.

Each one of the Paladins is getting a member of the Earth’s defence in order to have another face to meet and make bonds with different cultures. Keith’s complain wasn’t focused on who he was paired with, but why was he the only one of the Paladins going alone. Why did Hunk and Pidge get to go together? And Allura and Lance? 

“Well, You’re the leader of Voltron.” Allura told him. “And this planet is not supposed to be a problem. It’s not as big as the others, you’ll be over sooner than you think and we can all meet here as planned.” 

He can only sigh before going to the deck, standing beside his Lion, watching his teammates leave as he waits for Griffin to show up.

“We’re only taking one ship.” He told Griffin as soon as he arrives, not giving him time to even think on getting to his jet. It’s obvious the Lions are faster and far more prepared to stand a long distance trip across the Universe. “This way.” He turned at the same time the Black Lion lowered it’s head and opened it’s jaw to let them both in. 

    He didn’t realize he was staring at the other, and when he did, he turned his gaze from Keith. He exhaled through his nose, letting the silence take over the two of them. James wanted to speak, he wanted to talk to him, but he wasn’t clear on what to say. It’s been years since he’s seen him, and their last encounters weren’t the most ideal.

    “ Sorry. ” his voice was quiet, his eyes still looking away from him.

    Keith’s frown smoothed over as he realized he’d come across harsher than intended. The feeling of eyes on him had always made him uneasy, but it was obvious that the MFE pilot didn’t mean him any harm. “ ...I’m sorry too. I didn’t mean to snap at you. ”

    Now it was his turn to stare at James, whose gaze was now firmly glued to the floor. An uneasy silence permeated the air, one spawned by years of childish antagonism between the two of them. It’d been years since then, however, and it was about time they started moving forward before the fissure spread and affected their working relationship. That was something nobody could afford. 

    He sighed. “ what’s on your mind, Griffin? ”

"Mayday, Mayday. This is MFE-Wright, I've been engaged by Galran fighters. I'm hit... Fuck." Takashi hissed as his left hand pressed into his side. "I'm attempting to get back to the garrison, the fighters are taken care of..." a groan fed through the line as Shiro found his vision blurring, not good.

"I have to make an emergency landing... Fuck it's getting blurry. Hold it together Takashi." he gave a wheezing cough as the jet was descending. His eyes felt heavy as he struggled to say awake, not good... So not good. "fuck... Activating emergency beaco- AHHH!!!" The man screamed out not realizing close the ground was. His line cut off and went dead as the MFE slammed into the ground.

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It took a few hours but the garrison found Shiro, badly injured from the crash and what seemed to look like rifle fire. It was only when the medics freed the unconscious man did they realize the extent of his injuries. Takashi's spine had been compressed and it was unsure if he had full functionality of his legs. Quickly, the Garrison transported the commander and went straight into surgery. His prosthetic arm was turned off in favor of safety to the doctors but also to Shiro.

Currently, Takashi was laid up in his bed, machines were beeping at a steady rate. He was bound to awake soon, but it was a guessing game. Bandages wrapped around his torso and chest, a few areas were stained pink. A bandage was wrapped around his head along with bandages and a splint on his left arm and left leg. He looked like crap. Oh so slowly, Shiro started to come around, though he didn't open his eyes just yet.