Nothing is Good in War Except it's Ending-Voltron x Reader

Chapter Thirteen: Planning

Poor Hunk was able to join us midway to the control room. I was able to walk without toppling over by then. Shiro would occasionally put a hand on my shoulder, which I didn't complain about.

When we entered the control room, I saw that the holographic stars and planets were still circling about. The others regarded this as an everyday thing, but I still couldn't grasp the idea of it.

"Okay, paladins, and (Y/n) of course," Allura added. "We need to come up with a plan to get the Galra off of that planet. And to get them to stay off."

Everyone looked at me.

I felt slightly anxious with all the attention pointed at me, but I looked at the small planet of Ostaria. That filled me with enough determination (Undertale, anyone?) to voice my thoughts.

"Can you zoom in on it? Or pull up pictures?" I asked.

Coran tapped the small planet, and it enlarged. "It's almost like a globe." He said, and I thanked him.

It was a planet that looked slightly like what Pidge had described as the Arizona or whatever. They said it was a state in America, whatever that was.

It was rocky, dry, dusty and hot. Lots of pointy plants and venomous things. The place where most lived was a small city in the equator by a lake. The place didn't have any oceans, but a couple major lakes and rivers. Mostly wasteland, though.

I spun the planet around, then stopped it. "I believe that the Galra would prefer cold over warmth, due to the fur and the conditions of their ship." I felt myself flinch mentioning the place, and saw Shiro cringe too. "So they would most likely go to the biggest lake. Here," I pointed to it.

"The civilization there is also along the shoreline at the equator." I pointed to the area.

"The Galra would most likely capture the civilians and bring them up north all the way here." I pointed slightly upwards from the equator. Far enough for it to be at a reasonable temperature.

"Unless the civilians put up a fight. They're most likely making a stand in their own city. I know my way around. If we go straight for the Galra base, they'll shoot us down immediately. I say we go south, right here." I pointed below the equator, the same distance the Galra had from the city. "Then walk, or fly or whatever, but we can't haul this ship around. It'll be easier on foot."

They all looked astonished, and I shrugged. "I think we should take caution with the 'on foot' idea, but I believe it's the best one, because gigantic flying lions may be taken the wrong way. If we go on foot, however, we're at risk of poisonous animals. I've memorized some, but I'm still slightly fuzzy from... y'know..."

"You keep saying 'we' as if you're coming along." Keith said suddenly. The other paladins nodded.

"Of course I'm coming along." I said. "You didn't honestly think–"

"You could get hurt." Lance piped up, cutting me off. "We just saved you. You may still be healing."

"If I am, so be it. I'm not abandoning my friends and family for a second time." I snapped.

They fell quiet, and I paled.

"That was a bad decision, saying that." Nunarae pointed out.

I sighed, and averted my gaze.

"Paladins, we're going to use a wormhole, so you may want to prepare yourselves for that. Ostairia is a long way from here." Coran explained, breaking the silence.

"A worm-what?" I looked at him, deciding to forget the entire exchange didn't happen.

"Wormhole. Basically a portal through space." Pidge said, fiddling with a small piece of metal they must've found.

"Alright, paladins. Get your armour on, and we'll take stock of some things we'll need. Right now, go and get ready for the space jump. The plans are settled?" Allura asked, looking sternly at everyone. She clearly agreed that I should go along with them.

There was a shared mumble from the five, then they left. I thanked both Allura and Coran for their patience, and left, heading towards the living area.