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vin-robles.

There it is. I trust Kolivan, the same canned answer everyone always uses to assure themselves that everything’s going to be okay. That everything that’s happening, is happening for a purpose. That may be the case, but it doesn’t make the fact that their people have been dropping like flies any less difficult to swallow most days.

“I guess so. Whatever. At least you didn’t end up as another statistic.” Vin shifts her weight to her other foot, propping her hands on her hips. “So you gonna tell me what you saw out there? Or what ‘great and valuable’ project it was that Commander Meatbrain had you working on?” She stops short, realizing that she’s gotten ahead of herself. “Has Kolivan even debriefed you yet?”

“ You don’t like the answer? Give me something reassuring to bank on, Vin. ” It’s not especially hard to pick up on the other woman’s ‘distaste’ for her answer, as if it were too cliche for her tastes, and Krolia’s aggravation for it is evident. “ There is nothing else. The least I can do is rely on Kolivan’s enthusiasm. But yes. At least I’m not another statistic. ”

A hand reaches up, swiping a lock of hair from her face. She could tell Vin everything, but the details feel hard to swallow. Out of the trillions of Humans on planet Earth, the one Kolivan sent to me just so happened to be...

Krolia frowns.

“ Not yet. There were other matters to attend to. ”

#vinrobles

For a long, long time in her life, Krolia had always been fairly divorced from the fascination that came with planet-side missions. She scarcely set foot on ground that wasn’t floating in the midst of space, and even when she was born it was on a civilian cruiser. Throughout practically her entire life, all she’s known is spaceships and colonies on cruisers and bases tethered in orbit to a star.

Habitable planets were looked at from a distance, and for a long while she probably couldn’t even really comprehend that scale of culture and community. She did visit occasionally, of course, but her jobs were fairly quick, and never required her to stay.

Earth was the first planet she’d ever been on for longer than two weeks, at the most. Given she was stuck there for a long while, she was more or less forced to learn about it, and a few of the cultural quirks Earthlings had as well. Language, foods, etc.

She enjoyed it quite a bit, and misses it dearly.

Bonus: Having been so used to rather tasteless foods, she retched at the first thing Nathan (Keith’s father) tried to feed her.

#headcanon #the first earth food she had was probably something totally classless #like hot dogs or some shit lmao

gun-maker.

“I know that.” Does she ever. It had been bad enough being cooped up in the bowels of ships with nary a moment of privacy to herself. Being in charge of an entire facility must have been another hell wholly unto itself.

“I just meant, I heard through the vine what happened to that walking parade float you worked for. And with everything that’s been going on, I was surprised that you weren’t extracted sooner. Maybe that’s just my impatience or my unkillable optimism talking.” She tries to crack a smile, but it falters half-way through.

So much for optimism.

“ I trust Kolivan. I knew he wouldn’t send someone if he didn’t think it was time. ” In truth, she’d doubted staying so long herself, given how close death had been more than once... But it doesn’t really matter now, anyway. What’s done is done, and she’s here. “ Better late than never, I suppose. ”

#gunmaker

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I know all your reasons To keep me from seeing Everything is actually a mess But now I am leaving All of us were only dreaming Everything is actually a mess

#audio

impfiltration.

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Keith drama and the Blade of Mamora just seem to go together like double modulation and gendocams. He ends up finding out his secret heritage in their headquarters, having to sabotage their Kral Zera mission to fight with Lotor, then finding his mother during a rescue.

It’s like those cheesy soap operas her dad would watch.

He’d probably be saying something like, “Oh, this is like that one episode,” about some T.V relic if he hadn’t already left for Earth when Keith came aboard with Krolia. Who, well, seems interesting, as far as Pidge can tell—they haven’t really talked outside whole crew conferences.

Pidge is getting to really look at her, now, though, and she can’t help but to snort as she looks from Krolia’s stiff posture and down-turned lips.

“Ha. I guess we know where Keith gets it all from, now.”

For the past varga, she’s been standing rigid in front of the window overlooking the stars, arms folded across her chest, unmoving and practically unblinking, too. For all intents and purposes, she resembles a statue... Albeit a perpetually scowling one, not that it’s intentional, really. It just so happens to be her default expression.

Although, even when she’s addressed, it doesn’t once budge, even as her eyes shift to follow the small green shape at the corner of her view.

“ Gets what? ”

#impfiltration

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1. ANIMAL: Caracal. 2. COLOR(S): Iris. 3. MONTH: October. 4. SONG: Home --- Elvett. 5. NUMBER: 23. 6. DAY OR NIGHT: Night. 7. PLANT: Iris versicolor. 8. SMELL: Armor polish, faintly scented shampoo. Usually flowery. 9. STONE: Rubellite. 10.SEASON: Winter. 11. PLACE: A vacant wheat field at night. 12. FOOD: Marshmallows. 13. ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Capricorn. 14. ELEMENT(S): Fire. 15. DRINK: Fresh water.

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#headcanon #tbt #marshmallows are her favorite earth food ever #I have reasons for this #dash games

gun-maker.

“I tie it up when I need to. I’m not that stupid.” Vin yanked her head away, the strand Krolia had grabbed fluttering mid-air for a tick before settling right in the middle of her face.

“I haven’t gotten stuck on anything recently, and it’s been at least two deca-phoebs since I’ve caught it on fire. So chew on that.” The faux-haughtiness only lasted a short time, though, before her shoulders slumped and she dropped the act. “In all seriousness, it’s good to see you again, too. What took you so long to get back?”

She doesn’t bother returning the banter, letting it fade with Vin’s next question. In a split second, Krolia’s jaw clenches, and then relaxes again, a tick reaction, but there all the same.

“ Work. ” She replies quite simply. “ I ran a base, Vin. I couldn’t afford to speak with my fellow agents. ” Until now, that is. Her cover has effectively been blown... Along with almost literally everything else. “ It doesn’t matter now. ”

#gunmaker

gun-maker.

“…What?”

It’s an earnest enough question, Krolia’s statement having sailed right over Vin’s head as she stands there, no hood or helmet, her mane having all but exploded in every conceivable direction the moment they were out of the way. Realization dawns but a moment later, and her look of confusion slides into something more between a sneer and a pout.

“…You’re talking about my fur, aren’t you?”

A pause.

“Nice to see you too, ‘Mom.’”

Her nose wrinkles, the barest hint of a scowl creeping over her face at the nickname. Not that it’s genuine, of course; she can’t help but feel a fondness for it, but regardless, her expression doesn’t budge, even as she reaches over, tugging a stray lock of Vin’s hair as it to make a point.

“ You’re going to get this caught in something. And I won’t be there to say I told you so. ”

#gunmaker

“ Vin. It’s a relief to see you again, I-- ”

Whatever words Krolia held in her mouth promptly taper off as the other agent’s helmet dissipates in a flash of white-blue light, and so does her pleased expression.