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"I can't walk, just go on without me!"
LANCE TOUCHED THE BUTT!! ; ( accepting )
❝Listen to me, okay? No, Lance! Please, listen! I need you to be quiet and listen to me for once, got it? I’m…❞
Ragged breaths hitch in a dry throat despite the growing drops of liquid in worried eyes. Worried eyes that frantically analyzed him everywhere within reach so long as the movements made to check him didn’t hurt too much, stopping when he groaned or cried out in pain.
They let this happen. They should have leapt into action sooner. They should have shoved him harder to get him out of harm’s way. But no. They had to look back at the debris falling towards him before they went into a full sprint. They couldn’t do the calculations quick enough. They weren’t quick enough.
But still, both of them had to get back to their own castle-ship. Everyone was waiting on them, and they knew Shiro and Allura would be too stubborn to leave without them let alone think about doing so.
So, they tried again.
❝L-Lance, I’m gonna… I’m gonna hoist you onto my back. And when — when I — I do, I need you to wrap your arms around my neck and hold on as tight as you can. Do you understand? No, hey, Lance — ! Lance, stay —❞
Again.
This time, they succeeded in lifted him up and have him leaning into their back the best that could be managed.
Time to go. The others are waiting.
Time to go. His warm bed, a delicious meal whipped up by Hunk, and a million apologies from Sol themself awaited him back on the castle-ship.
❝You’re going to be okay, okay? I promi — I promise, I will never leave you behind.❞
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“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”
“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”
“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”
“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”
“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”
“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”
“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”
“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”
“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”
“i have no idea how to do cpr.”
“whose blood is that?”
“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
“don’t you dare fucking let go!”
“what the hell happened to you?”
“are they dead? did you kill them?”
“do you know what you’ve done?”
“you’re either with me or against me.”
“who the hell did this to you?”
“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”
“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?”
“when was the last time you ate?”
“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”
“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“
“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.”
“are you… throwing up in there?”
“why aren’t you eating?”
“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
“i woke up, & you were gone.”
“just tell me something, was it really worth it?”
“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
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❝...you can’t be serious. Well then, if you say so. Now what happened next? You just said you still got half a pie left, right?❞
❝I’m not encouraging it, I'm just — OH! NICE RIGHT HOOK! ......I mean. Bad? We can talk about ‘standards’ later. Now come watch this fight with me!❞
“Correcting faults in a movie, and complaining about obvious mistakes is not nerdy. and I’m offering you help.”
Pidge watches the other, cautiously and carefully. Internally continuing to judge the other’s movements. That would have been easier one way or another, but certainly not the way they currently were dragging it.
❝Okay, I agreed with you on most of your not-so-crucial commentary session. So give me a break there. Also, I can manage. It’s fine, you’ll see.❞
Karma will see about that.
Heaving the box up more, they decide to pull it closer to press against their torso. Maybe the higher the lift it, the less likely it will be to drop and trip over it. Most likely because they had been a bit less involved during training sessions lately. Were they slacking? Not that much. Probably. But just little bit. As long as no one makes a comment that could cost all of them the slushies Shiro saves specifically for after practice ( team dad! team dad! ), then it’s all good for now.
❝I'm just like you: tiny, but mighty.❞
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there’s you in everything I do ;; Pidge
Of all the things they had seen, this was certainly a more recent upgrade. And they thought they knew Galra technology. This must have been made or at least finished being made after they had branched away. Whatever this doohickey was, their interest was piqued. Curiously, they scooted closer to the Paladin who pilots the Green Lion, albeit rather awkwardly.
❝Ah, Pidge. Mind if I ask you something? This device seems to be rather… new. Have you had any luck figuring out what it does yet? If you want, I could help. I do know quite a bit about this sort of thing, in case you forgot.❞
Ever since they had panicked a few weeks ago, firing at what turned out to be a combination of a castle and a ship, things got a bit more complicated. After trying to explain using what was left of their own memories ( while leaving certain things out ), they figured the Paladins could use some assistance. After all, they had as big a grudge against the Galra as this group did. Why not join forces? So, they did and — whether or not they will admit it yet — they grew to think of this group as a potential team should any of them ask the rebel to join.
All things considered, they were entertaining the thought of joining as of late.
“That’s actually quite a device you’re seeing there. It’s basically how Galra hacks into any database. Maybe it’s why they’ve conquered so much planets, including the technologically advanced ones. It already takes me quite a while to hack into anything, but this can hack into anything within a few minutes. I’m trying to look into settings. If I can revert its system for my use, it’d save me so much time and effort.” Not to mention any reconnaissance mission would be tons way easier.
She was currently scanning using a customized x-ray scanner she built to look into the device without having the risk of the device sending off an alarm for unauthorized use that could give off their location to the Galra, as well as the possibility that it could self-destruct. In short, she practiced safety precautions since didn’t trust any technology from the Galra one bit.
“I thought their technology was kinda outdated by universal standards, but it seems they still have aces up their sleeve.” Maybe they were able to recruit ones that were highly adept in the field of technology, forcing them to build them all kinds of technology that could help them keep up with the times. Or worse… all of them were willing to help the Galra to their cause.
Hacking into any database? That is a big problem, if they do say so. And they do, just not aloud. It is more of a sarcastic inner dialogue moment. If the Galra could hack into any database, that means this one could very well fall victim. A twinge of fear zapped from the back of their skull all the way down to their tailbone in a millisecond; the hairs on the back of their neck rising in sync with the icy chill as it traveled down. A horrifying thought came to mind, along with memories they wished had been wiped clean from their mental palette. But no, those memories stayed as a reminder of who — no, what — they used to be before the Paladins came around.
The realization that occurred was this: if this system got hacked, that meant the Galra could track them.
Scooting even closer ( carefully, since they would rather not throw off the young genius’ groove ), they began to analyze the device. Decoding it with their eyes rather quickly, they came to find things they did not recognize along the corners. The masterminds behind this added a stronger metal around the corners, too; that is for sure, and most likely to keep it together better. Hell, they remember using and defeating bots like this one as a test for how to block out — WAIT!
❝PIDGE! I MUST SEE SOMETHING! IT’S OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE THAT I TELL YOU THIS.❞
Nearly leaning halfway across the glasses-wearing human, they managed to lightly claw at a small hole near the bottom panel that the two were currently looking at. Within seconds, it clicked open. Now if the technical details from their memories of the time they worked for the Galra were still true, then there should be — there you are.
❝I knew it,❞ the very hushed whisper fell from parted lips, ❝all right, now I need you to turn this dial on the left three clicks to your right. Don’t worry; I know these controls are not sensitive to touch because, if the makers had to get inside to fix or upgrade it, then it would set off an unbelievingly annoying alarm on its own creators.❞
They chuckle softly, thinking the Galra fools all over again.
❝So, can you do that for me? I hope you don’t mind doing so, it’s just—❞
Now they hesitate, wondering how to word their high discomfort.
❝It’s, err, well — I just… I can’t risk them finding me… I hope you’ll understand…❞
I AM FLESH & I AM BONE.
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