This is based on a dream I had last night.
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Lance could barely restrain himself from smushing his face against the glass of the observation deck like a kid when he caught sight of the newest planet to join the coalition.
It was covered in water and various sized islands. The water was a soft pink and glowing, but it was WATER.
Allura cleared her throat to gain their attention. “The Salarin people are peaceful, but we will need to gain their respect before they will sign to our cause.”
“How exactly are we supposed to do that? Isn’t being Voltron ‘wow’ enough?”. Pidge was slightly less then pleased to be interrupted from their efforts decrypting their newest chunk of galra tech. The fact that they were elbow deep in a sentrys chest cavity was probably best overlooked…
Coran waved at the planet statistics he had in front of him. “You’ll be participating in their cultural events! This is going to be more fun than a crepnik during Plaxicon!”
Lance and Hunk shared a sidelong glance of apprehension as they left to get ready for departure.
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The Salarin people kinda looked like the stretched out noodley people from an old anime Lance watched when he was a kid. Something about a wish granting shop…? Whatever. But these people were a variety of soft colors.
Hunk seemed to share the idea. “They remind me of Easter eggs!”
Keith snorted softly on Hunk’s other side. Shiro, standing at Allura’s shoulder, cast a censuring glance at them. The three shifted guiltily and settled.
Lance tuned out the usual “thank you for joining” speech that Allura was delivering with all her majestic grace and poise and cast his gaze about the beach they were standing on.
The sand was a lovely peach, the water was pink, and the long grass farther up the slope ways for the water actually looked the turquoise of the grass he always got in his Easter baskets. The entire planet really did look like the Easter bunny barfed all over it.
Focusing back on the water-wait. What? WHAT??? He grabbed at Hunk’s arm and the big man turned to see what had caught his attention. His eyes widened. “Is that.. are those…?”
“Hunk! They’re SURFING!” He whispered back fiercely. “I know exactly how we can gain their trust! Cover me!”
Hunk tried to snatch his friends arm, but the blue paladin dodged easily and slipped behind him.
“Lance! No- aw quiznak. I hope you know what you’re doing…” he positioned his large body to block the princess and black paladins view.
Lance was too busy shucking the outer plates of his paladin armor to pay attention. Clad in just his black undersuit, he slid up to one of the board carrying natives at the waters edge. Hunk couldn’t hear their exchange, but he saw the tall yellow male grin and pass his may-or-may-not-be-a-surfboard over.
Allura and the rest of the paladins turned at the sudden commotion of cheering behind them to see Lance several dozen yards into the water and paddling fast.
Allura felt her ears heat with anger. She was just about to raise her voice to roar the blue paladin back in when Shiro put a hand on her shoulder.
Lance was turning his board while the water surged beneath him, surrounded by several other natives. Together, they all hopped to their feet as the wave crested and then they were off!
Hunk and Pidge were heard clearly over the other excited screams.
The Salarin people were cheering and Allura was slightly winded from switching indignant rage to surprise so quickly.
Shiro laughed. “Well ok. I guess that works.”
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This started out as just a thought blurb, but turned into a minific! Whatever. I’ll take it.
