Form CRI-tron

Chapter 2- "Indirect Explosions™"

"Yo, where's Azura?"

Madeline was confused. Azura had disappeared when the officer started ranting like a tumblr "feminist" and hadn't been back since.

"I dunno, let's check the roof," Wilson replied. "Why would we check the roof?" Madeline asked, dumbfounded.

"Because that's where people go to hide, meet people and think about their problems in the anime I watch."

"Hoe, we aren't in an anime."

"It might work, still."

Madeline couldn't argue with that. And besides, it was free time, they had a while before the staff would come looking for them as if they were missing.

"Fine, lets go."

"Sneaking" past conference rooms and kids and hallways and security cameras and people selling weed brownies and a Chinese buffet, Madeline and Wilson finally reached the stairs to the roof.

"After you, m'lady," Wilson opened the door for Madeline and gestured for her to walk through in polite gentlemanliness.

"Fuck you Wilson," Madeline responded, flipping him the bird. But she went through the door and up the stairs first anyway, Wilson shutting the door quietly and following suit.

When Madeline got on the roof, her hair began whipping back and forth. Since they pretty much were in an anime, it didn't get in her eyes and she looked damn fabulous.

Wilson didn't look so hot.

His hair fell in his face multiple times.

Madeline's eyes scanned the roof for a half minute until she found Azura, wearing headphones and staring at a computer screen.

"Yo! Azura!" she exclaimed, and ran over. "What are you wa-"

Fucking hentai.

"Azura, what the hell?" she said, yanking off the headphones.

Azura let out a shriek of "COME ON AND SLAM! AND WELCOME TO THE JAM!" in surprise, and turned around to see a rightfully disappointed Madeline and a confused Wilson.

Azura frowned and paused the anime titties. "What do you want?"

"We wanted to know where you were!"

"Up here, duh. We're basically in an anime." Wilson snickered behind Madeline's back at this comment.

"Watching hentai?" Madeline raised an eyebrow. "For shame, Azura."

"Only for the last few minutes!" Azura retorted. "See, the line just went quiet. I decided to pass the time."

"What line?"

"The line of alien radio chatter, dumbass!"

"What line of alien radio chatter?"

"Christ, Madeline. You've never watched Voltron?"

"No."

"Well, that's how it starts."

"Oh."

"See, the aliens are talking about a weapon called Critron."

"Critron?" Madeline asks. "Is that right?"

"Yeah, that is right. C-R-I-T-R-O-N," Azura spelled it out. Tonight it's been a lot more active than usual. But it just stopped for some reason."

"Uh, guys? Maybe that's why?" Wilson asks, worriedly pointing up at the sky.

Azura and Madeline look up, and Madeline yelps, while Azura begins to pack up her stuff.

"That's a big-ass, fiery-ass meteor!" Madeline exclaims.

"It doesn't look like a meteor, though." Azura said, getting a pair of high tech binoculars on and looking up, the screen labeling it as "???" which was very helpful.

RED ALERT, WE ARE GOING ON LOCKDOWN, THIS IS NOT A DRILL.

Alarms began ringing. This clearly wasn't a drill.

"Fuck you, bitch," Wilson said, almost out of context.

"????" Azura said.

There was a large explosion and a loud noise as the ship crashed into the ground.

"Gimme those!" Madeline grabbed Azura's binoculars, and directed them towards the ground, where a Garrison crew had arrived to extract some shit and whatever.

"Hey! Give those back!"

"No." Madelime's eyes widened and she leaned forward and almost fell off the roof. "Who's that?"

Some more explosions had exploded away from the trio, and the Garrison crew dudes were going that way. At that moment a figure had began to make its way toward the crashed ship.

"By Harambe...."

"What is it?!" Wilson exclaimed.

"That's Kiku!"