Co-Pilots! Conceptual ones, anyway. On the left is Vega, Vognaut’s co-pilot. On the right is Ruffayette (like Lafayette), Numnaut’s co-pilot. Personalities are currently in development, but for the moment:
Vega is stoic, very cunning and logical, preferring to stick to facts than make theories and isn’t afraid of getting her paws dirty (but if given the choice would definitely prefer not to). She and Vognaut were thick as thieves, and when she died (I think that’s what happened to her), Vognaut was devastated. He swore to never get another co-pilot as long as he called himself an Astronaut and keeps a picture of her in his chest-pocket. She loved swimming but hated cherries.
Ruffayette is very “go with the flow”, and often gets lost in thought daydreaming. A hidden side to them is their nihilistic nature, and not much scares or troubles them because of that except for the sound of thunder. Numnaut dyes their wool various colors a lot and it’s fun for both of them. They loathe getting wet and love eating, and they’re up for giving anything a try. Their current status is unknown.
Feel free to tell me if they did have official names/designs, but even if they do, I have to admit to a bias to preferring these ones...
you say "what's wrong with 6 paladins 5 lions bc what if someone is injured" and i raise you: what's wrong with 6 paladins 5 lions when its established in the show that the lions can have co-pilots even when voltron is formed? i personally am team shiro and allura copilot black lion bc black forms the head and heart of voltron but it could also be shiro and keith in black, keith and lance in red or lance and allura in blue. how is this a problem?
I really loved with Shiro was the head, Lance was the heart, and Allura was the soul.
But it wasn’t meant to be.
I don’t have a problem with this, though I’d love for Pidge and Hunk to get co-pilots, too. Sharing is caring!
Continuation of “Co-Pilots”(the Rowing machine chronicles)
Follows on from here although I seem to have gone away from the FishTank origins, but never mind! The rowing machine is well on its way to becoming an extra OC. also all chapters on AO3 here
Scott strolled down the corridor, feeling all loose limbed and relaxed after a nice soak in the bath. It was rare that Scott was able to switch off for long enough to actually make a full tub of hot water worthwhile. The memory was still vivid of younger brothers banging on the rattly bathroom door back at the old family house as soon as you sank into the water. Because everyone knows that little boys bladders will not take no for an answer and are highly attuned to the most inopportune moment. And no matter how close a family you are, once you get to a certain age (ie. puberty) trying to cover your modesty with a washcloth while your brother sang yellow submarine as he christened the porcelain really put you off relaxing soaks in the bath.
Today, however, the stars had aligned and allowed Scott to fully relax for once. Which was a really long winded way of saying that Scott had been so totally exhausted that with the addition of hot water, and some stolen lavender bath soak, it had been enough to have him out for the count and snoring into the bubbles.
He was just passing the door to the gym, arms swinging at his sides, when a movement caught his eye. Alan was just swinging his leg over the seat of the rowing machine. Memories of his earlier painful experience with the same machine came flooding back to assault Scott, igniting his protective instincts.
Must protect the baby brother (even if he was looking longer and ganglier by the day). Shoving the door aside Scott surged towards his brother, although the moments seemed to pass in slow motion. He pushed his legs forward even as Alan parked his bum on the sliding seat and, bracing his feet, leaned forwards to grasp the handles.“Wait! Alan! No!”But he wasn't quick enough, even as Scotts feet pounded on the gym flooring, Alan was already pulling back on the handles.
Scott reached forward as he ran, ready to try and catch his brother before the expected collision with the ground.Only he didn’t, Alan didn’t go crashing to the floor. He didn’t even seem to struggle. Where Scott had been all flying limbs and ungraceful endings, Alan was one fluid movement, all muscles working together to aid in the smooth motion of machine and man. Scott clumsily came to a stop, mouth hanging open in surprise.
“Oh hey Scott.” Alan looked up with a smile, pausing in his activity, “sorry, did you want this?” he bobbed his head towards the body of the machine.
Scott mutely shook his head, whilst trying to order some words together into a workable sentence. “But… How?” he shook his head and had another go. “How are you making it look so easy, I couldn’t make it budge.” Scott pointed an accusing finger at the cursed equipment.
“Oh, yeah I did notice it was set quite high when I checked it, so I read the manual and set it back down to where John and I usually have it.” he jabbed at a button on the display to highlight the settings.
“Oh.” Scott stood there, feeling more than a little stupid, of course his logical little brother would do just as they had taught him - work through the problem to find a solution, rather than charging headfirst into something new. Sometimes astronauts could be annoyingly sensible.
Scott brushed his palms against his jeans, more for something to do with his hands than anything else, “ok, yeah, right, of course….I’ll, um, leave you to it then.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and backed away towards the door. Only pausing as he was closeing the door slightly longer than necissary to see Alan glide back into action. The graceful fluidity of movements really highlighted the growing similarities between Alan and John. It must be all that time in space, Scott told himself, but even the voice in his head didn’t sound that convinced.
Scott shook his head, and reminded himself that it was a good thing that he didn’t need to patch up grazed knees with rocket ship bandaids anymore. He let the door swing shut and continued on his way back towards the main lounge.
For a moment he thought about taking a detour via the medical room to swap out the childish cartoon print plasters, but then he thought better of it. His brother might be growing up, but if he continued to take after John then more bumps and scrapes were bound to happen soon enough. And when they did, said younger brothers would have to suck it up and put up with all the fussing from Scott - garish bandaids included.
It is worth noting that this excessive sentimentality towards his siblings didn’t last long. When Scott arrived back in the lounge he was greeted with the sight of a looped video of himself falling off the rowing machine, complete with comedic sound effects.“GORDON!”follows on from here
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