SEASON THREE SEASON THREE SEASON THREE SEASON THREE

Edit: The good old days

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The five paladins and you were floating outside the castle trying to repair a part of it. You actually had no idea how or what you were doing, you were leaving Hunk to it.

"Let's hurry with these repairs. Zarkon could be here at any moment," Shiro's voice rang through the intercom.

"Okay, we're going to go as fast as we need to, to not blow us the fuck up," your voice retaliated.

"Okay. Panel's off. Now what?" Hunk asked, twisting the panel upwards, revealing a light glowing swirly thingie. (Edit: Wow, what a sound description, genius.)

"Very simple. Just loosen the blaxums on the somoflange."
You sighed and shook your head.

"Could you be more specific?" Hunk asked, deadpanning lightly.

"Sorry Hunk, he means the poklones on the agroclams."

"That doesn't help any more," you spoke, crossing your arms.

"Easy Hunk. I got this," Lance said, pushing him out of the way.

"Uhh... Lance? Are you sure you know what you're doing?" You asked him.

"Relax," he replied, pressing a few buttons and twisting a knob. The thing turned red and slowly traveled down the panel and the surrounding area.

"Uh oh... that can't be good," Lance said.

"No, not the smalters, the poklones!"

"No, no! It's the blaxums!"

"For god's sake, we don't understand what you're saying!" You exclaimed back. The beeping became more rapid. Pidge floated in front of it and stared at it for a minute. She then pressed buttons and grabbed and turned the knob and pressed in down. It seemed to have cooled down.

"There. Fixed."

"Well done Pidge!"

"The tech on this ship never ceases to amaze me. It's so mathematically elegant. Its fit is a hundred times more frictionless than any exoskeleton we have on earth. It's... beautiful," Pidge said while her eyes began shining.

"It's not a sunset, Pidge," Lance snapped her out of it.

"You're right. A billion sunsets just happen every day. Some genius engineer actually built this," Pidge replied as the panel retracted itself.

"Kinda looks like a big, delicious curly fry," Hunk said, staring at it. You sighed.

"Man... I miss fries..." You cried. Something then splat against your face. "What the hell...?" You wiped some of it off your helmet and stared at it. You then entered a field with what looked to be squishy snow of some sort.

"Alright. We're prepared for this," Shiro said while raising his shield. "Remember your rogue projectile cluster training from the garrison. First we need a temporary shelter."

"Yeah right, like I actually learned anything," you replied back. A ball of snow then hit Shiro in the back of the head. Your eyes turned to Lance.

"Oh, sorry Shiro. I was trying to hit Keith," Lance apologized. Snow then hit him directly in the face, causing him to growl in frustration.

"Heh... like that?" Keith asked, another snowball in hand.

"Yes! Squishy asteroid fight!" You and Hunk yelled at the same time. You continually hit Lance, Keith, and Shiro in the face, but so far they haven't been able to hit you.

"Hey, no fair! You're an alien!" Lance exclaimed with a pout. You smirked.

"Heh. Get on my level then!" You replied, hitting him in the face again, causing him to flip and slowly float away.

"Haha... it's good to have you back, Y/n," Shiro said. You looked over at him and sent a smile his way.

"I know."

"It appears programmed. I think it's a code," Pidge said, placing the spore inside a unit.

"A code? From who?" Hunk asked, immediately getting hit in the face after.

"I don't know. I mean, it makes no sense. You can't program a spore," Pidge replied.

"If anyone can figure it out, it's you Pidge," Shiro said. You took this opportunity and hit him in the side of the head.

"Before that, everyone needs to come in for decontamination."
You all stood inside the hull, or wherever, and began rubbing yourself with the water. Then shampoo and bubbles came and you were happily playing in the mountains of bubbles. Then the room filled with water and you happily swam around like a fish. The room emptied and began to blow dry, causing Pidge to fly off her feet and crash into the wall.

~
You all were in the Green Lion's hangar, and P/n was finally on your shoulder again. She yipped happily at the green lion.

"Huh? Are you and her getting along? Usually cats and dogs don't get alone that well," you said, walking past the lion.

"Under attack. Galra. Help. And then there are coordinates."
You walked up behind the group in time to hear the last part of the conversation.

"It's a distress signal. Good work Pidge."

"So we have a location?" You cut into the conversation. Shiro turned and looked at you.

"Yes. We're heading their right now. Get those coordinates into the castle-ship's navigation system," Shiro ordered and replied.

"The signal came from Olkarion, home to the Olkari, a proud Class of engineers. Builders of vast cities that could change shape at the whim of their creators," Coran explained as you got closer to the planet.

"They had a seemingly magical ability to manipulate solid metal. With just a wave of their hands, they could build a computer inside a block of steel," Allura explained further.

"Woah," Pidge breathed.

"An Olkari once gave me this!" Coran said while holding up a cube.

"What is it?" Lance asked.

"Uh, hello? It's a floating cube!" Coran replied. He laughed after and crossed his arms. "Oh, this guy. And watch. My name is Coran and I'm a gorgeous man."

"My name is Coran and I'm a gorgeous man."

"Oh my god..." You muttered to yourself.

"Why would a society full of literal tech wizards use spores to send a distress signal?" Keith asked.

"Who cares? When do we get to see that city?" Pidge replied.

"Well, if their planet is Galra ridden then you can't really be that obvious with sending a distress signal, can you?" You replied to his question. Keith glanced at you before moving his eyes back front.

"Actually Pidge, the distress signal isn't coming from the city. It's coming from... the forest."

Ja ne!

{Ruby Red}