Form CRI-tron

Chapter 1- "The Tailor"

"Michelle! Slow the hell down!"

Azura and Wilson were lurching around, even with the seat belt law in place, and completely following it. But alas, government regulated seatbelts, are, let's face it, complete shit. Especially in space.

"No way bro! I'm exercising this baby to its full potential; If it can get me away from the police after selling a shipment of maple weed, it can get us down to this moon."

Enter Madeline Williams, "expert" fighter pilot and "leader" of the group of three.

"We're not running from the authorities, we're on a rescue mission!"

"Fine. But don't blame me when this doesn't go right. Azura, send a message down to the folks down there."

Azura grabbed her DS, standing up, and responded to the distress signal being emitted from the moon. "So, here's what I'm saying, 'All right, ship 33-27-9003-Phoenix Wright-77440-Ace Attorney, no need to worry, this is Galaxy Garrison flight number 55-33-CRIKEY, we have received your distress signal and are on our way. Peace out ✌'"

"How do you type like that on that thing?" Wilson wondered, while Madeline flipped a couple switches up near the dashboard.

"Hit send, Azura, we're going do-" the ship suddenly veered left, directed by Madeline's sudden yank.

Crashing to the ground right after sending the message, Azura almost dropped and broke her DS.

"Madeline, what the fuck?!" She exclaimed, and slid the DS back in its slot.

Before the Canadian could reply, Wilson yelped. "Laser fire, to your right!"

"Shit!" Madeline pushed the wheel down, sending the ship into a downward dive towards the icy moon. "Azura! Get your egg sucking-" Wilson winced "-ass back in that chair!" Complying, Azura fastened her seat belt and put the communication headset back on.

"We're going in!" Madeline grinned then flew the ship through a space between two ice cliffs, when suddenly the three's ship was hit in the back by a particularly large blast of energy, and the simulation ended.

"Nice going, tailor," Wilson sneered at his friend, while Madeline merely shrugged.

The gg officer currently in charge of the lesson stepped up.

"That was the worst performance I've seen all day!" He turned to the other students. "Who can tell me what went wrong?"

While he was ranting, Azura promptly left, Tired Of This Bullshit™.

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ok I have literally no idea what inspired me to write this

Voltron crack playlists on 8tracks????

Anyway if you like it just tell me

I'm gonna mention the crew now

alfredofettucine icesey cassistrash SmolSatan PruItaPrincess

If I missed anyone mention them in the comments

And if you feel left out you can always be Allura- I mean Michelle's dad or a SJW

tell me if u want it lmao