True Colours ▸ Pidge Holt {Voltron WA 2017}

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Being abandoned and trapped on an inhabitable planet has not been a simple task for the only female Paladin. The forest terrain spread as far as Pidge could see. No life, not even a bug or a bird could be seen in the small area that she has been able to travel to.

Even though no meat other than herself could be acquired in her extended stay on the familiar like Terra, she made do with the natural resources that the planet provided. In simpler terms...she became a vegetarian. It was especially difficult for Pidge since she has grown up in an omnivore household and the lively stock was unknown to her, which was quite difficult for her to tell what was edible or not, and even though she may have gotten slightly ill from consuming inedible plants, she still hasn't died...yet.

Since there was no native life on the planet, Pidge has been unable to communicate with anyone other than her Lion. And if anyone saw her talking to the giant, mechanical Lion, they would think she was insane, which she probably was from being deserted there for a whole year.

She has also gained time to think. Not what normal females her age think, as they ponder on either school exams, family issues or drama, she wonders where her friends happen to be. If they were stuck, just like herself, on a planet, captured by the Galra, if they were trying to locate her, or they were...dead. Pidge attempts to avoid that topic at all costs, before she becomes completely insane from sorrow just at the mere thought of it.

Pidge just wants to go home. Whether it was home on Earth with her mom as they mourn over the loss of her father and brother, or with the other paladins, flying in a giant castle-airship rescuing and defending the whole universe.

Closing the lid of her laptop, Pidge let out a exhausted sigh. She should have left this planet months ago. The lions have an automatic healing process, kind of similar to humans except faster, so the green lion should be functioning at peak condition, even though she was using some it's power to charge her laptop. But it wasn't. The green lion suffered from no physical damage as far as Pidge could tell, but every time she attempted to start the engines, it would make a high screeching sound and then break down.

Pidge pushed all her worries to the back of her mind. She couldn't waste time feeling sorry for herself. Pulling herself up, Pidge entered the temporary home that she constructed. And when she says home, she means a large blanket she stored in her lion for emergencies held up by some large, bulking sticks that were struck from a tree a few weeks ago by lightning. She quickly checked through her food supply and made note to retrieve a fresh stock tomorrow, and settled down on a makeshift berth.

Just as her mind was drifting off to sleep, she was awoken by a thundering crash shaking the soil underneath. Pidge sprang up from her bed and grabbed her bayard, before running towards the source of the crash.

Thoughts raced through her mind. Was it the Galra, or maybe another hostile species? She tried not to get her hopes up and believe that the booming noise was from one of her fellow paladins. But her feet quickened as the thought entered her mind. She can finally leave this planet! Pidge didn't even know she was smiling until she saw the murky smoke covering the bright blue sky and the grin slipped from her face.

The ship was most definitely not Galra, but it also wasn't the hulking shape or colour of the powerful Lions of Voltron. Instead it resembled a human ship? A Galaxy Garrison ship, similar to the one that Lance, Hunk and herself was practicing to pilot nearly two years ago.

It was severely damaged. As if it was ripped in half by a giant being's bare hands. Oil dripped from the many puncture holes, clearly constructed from vigorous gun shots. The only clear explanation of what could have cause this much damage, was the most barbaric species in the known universe. The Galra.

A scowl settled onto Pidge's dirt covered face. The Galra were ruthless, either the passengers on this ship were taken prisoner, or they were dead. Another family, much like her mother and herself, mourning over loved, lost ones.

She didn't want to go any closer to the demolished ship, but the remaining parts that were still sufficient for use could come in handy for her escape from the Terra. Her legs, for once, obliged her mind and began to trek up the disassembled mechanisms that lead up to the centre of the vessel.

What she expected to find when she opened the hatch was an empty control panel, but that was not, at all, what she discovered. Two bodies littered the cracked floor, broken bones clearly evident on both figures. Fear clasped her heart as she hurriedly slid from beam to brace until she reached the first body.

Clearly a female. Her chocolate hair a bird's nest upon her head, her ribs cracked and misshaped, an overflow of blood seeping from her leg that was no longer there. Pidge sucked in a breath at the disturbing shape of the once beauty. Bracing herself, Pidge leaned down and checked the woman's pulse, finding none. A strangled sob escaped her lips. The woman, no older than a young adult, was dead beneath her feet, and Pidge couldn't save her. She may have never met her, but it was still a shocking thought that a person, who was once alive, was now laying, dead, just in front of her shaky legs.

Willing her legs to move, Pidge shuffled to the other body. This person was male, no older than herself, who's injuries weren't as severe as his comrade's, but still evident on his skin. Pidge swiftly knelt beside his injured form and replicated the procedure she performed on the woman and checked his pulse. The slow thumping of his heart vibrated against her fingers, and Pidge let out a shaky sigh.

He was alive, but barely. She very much doubted that he would survive the night without proper medical treatment. Keeping that thought in the back of her mind, she freed her hands before carefully lifting the boy's limp body into her arms, and, with great difficulty, began lugging the injured boy back to her Lion and makeshift home.

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Well, would you look at that! I updated! But seriously guys, I had great difficulty writing this and it took me forever to finally find how to word my thoughts.

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