#solartied

     “This one’s done for the day. take him back to his cell.” It’s the faint echo of a voice so deep and grating he feels it through the iron grip on his arm, haphazardly dragging him through corridors whose lighting is far too bright. His head is throbbing, his side is wet and the scent of copper wafts with each pause his captors take to seek passage to the next line of corridors. Were he conscious enough he might recognize the mapping. It doesn’t matter. He’ll be dead soon enough anyways. He can’t keep fighting like this forever.

     “If all Earthlings can fight like that why don’t we have more?”

     “Shut up and get moving, we’ve got to clear the bodies for the next fight.” Shiro tries his best to stay awake, to time the retreat of the arena guards in time with the patrol to know what time it is. That regularity is the only thing keeping him from going mad. The hope that one day they’ll screw it up and he’ll have his moment to escape but- That day seems like its farther and farther away. A crushing endless struggle for his life and the knowledge that one day the people he loved and left back on Earth will suffer the same. Maybe not. Maybe it’ll just be him and if that’s true...he’d gladly entertain them for as long as they needed.

“Well now!” Luca clasped his hands together, smile bright, if a bit strained at the corners of his lips. He had to shout a bit over the absolute cacophony emitting from the speakers. “It certainly is--a venue!”

He’d visited the space before, of course. Luca had visited multiple clubs and performing spaces while conducting his research, though it had usually been during off hours. But to say this bar was packed would have been an understatement. It stank of hair gel, marijuana, and teenage melancholy in here. That wasn’t bad, necessarily--no, that was the exact sort of demographic he was marketing Voltron to. But if he wasn’t being paid to stand in this cesspool, good heavens, there was nowhere else on this earth he’d want to be less.

Still, a job was a job! And Luca was really just relieved to have more bankable talent under his agency’s banner. All of this would pay off in the end, just provided that tomorrow night’s show went well. 

He saw the strange objects before hearing; having seen something big and clunky looking streak across the sky before landing on a little ways from where he was. Jack would of wondered if it was meteor or something, but had caught a colorful gleam before it fell from his sight.

They were a little ways from the village, far enough that they probably didn’t hear the collision, but close enough that they probably had seen it fall from the sky as he has. ( Granted, he was sure that it could be seen from an even further distance, given how spectacular it was. )

He’d get scolded later... It was less of a worry as it was a fact, and he could already actually hear the lectures as he made his way through the familiar icy terrain towards where he’d last seen the closest thing; keeping up a fast pace as though it would vanish if he wasted one second. It could very well just be a fairly rare meteor or something or the sort... but the curiosity that pulled him forward begged for it to be something more. 

It took a little bit, but finally the boy could hear where the ground was still settling from the unexpected object, and fingers grip carefully onto the side of a mountain of ice before peering his face out, letting blue eyes try to make sense of his findings. It was.... some kind of creature. At least that’s what it looked like, but it also looked stiff and fake, and made out of a hardened shiny coat he wasn’t sure he’d seen before. But... how could something so strange get here if it wasn’t alive?...

❛      good    job    .      ❜         hand    at    chin    as    easy    eyes    drifted    over    keith’s    progress    reports    .         physical    training    over    classroom    studying    ,         minimum    private    tutoring    ...    ...         byleth    was    slowly    but    surely    trying    to    create    a    path    keith    improved    best    on    .         ❛      that’s    all    for    today    ,         you    did    well    .         there’s    an    exam    next    week    ;         if    there’s    anything    you    feel    the    need    to    brush    up    on    ,         you    know    where    to    find    me    .      ❜

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍.  today was a much more intense workout than recent months.  war these days was inevitable.  the next fight could be in the next few minutes,  or maybe it wouldn’t happen for another couple of months.  regardless,  acxa knew she had to remain in peak condition.  &  so be it if that meant she practically had to spend hours of her day combat training.  she had no other option.  

                    she finally grabs the towel draped over the hook on the wall,  wiping off the sweat that formed on the back of her neck.  the atmosphere of the room thickens  &  she quickly looks over her shoulder to see keith.  her heartbeat lowers.  he was probably the only person she really spoke to  &  that was when he wasn’t busy doing whatever it was he had to do.  acxa gave a small grin,  turning away from him,   ❝   something you need?   ❞

     “Can. You. Not----”

Hunk’s hands shakes with intensity. He could hardly control his lion at the moment. As a result, The Lion puts itself on autopilot. Did Keith really have to go on ahead and risk his life like that? He could not bare lose someone in this war. Not on his watch. 

“Do that!!” Hunk snapped over the com. It was one of the few times that he had truly been this angry at someone. Angry and relieve, they are okay.  

“Idiot!”

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                          DAVID