Vrepit Sa

Chapter Eight

  Once reaching Lotor's ship, Pidge turned her attention to Keith. "I've figured out what most of this stuff does, but it's also mostly touch-sensitive, so that's why I needed you here."

Keith nodded shortly and followed her onto the ship, Lance close behind. Pidge sat at the controls and Keith stood to her left, looking down to where she directed his attention and listening to her rambling intently.

Lance strolled over to Pidge's right side, trying to listen and understand as she spoke what sounded like utter nonsense to him.

He went unacknowledged for a few minuets, Keith tapping away, and Pidge scribbling down notes as he did so. Lance tried to focus on the control panel, gears in his brain turning as he tried to process everything he was seeing, but the alien symbols had him at a loss, leaving him of no help to his friends.

Shoving his hands deep into his pockets, Lance leaned back against the wall- or at least, where he thought a wall was. Instead, he was met with empty space, and proceeded to fall back.

In a panic, the blue paladin threw his hand out to grab hold of something, and ended up catching himself on the control panel by mistake.

Everything had happened so fast that he hadn't even been able to fully process it until Pidge was saying his name.

"Lance-!" Her and Keith pulled Lance to his feet, and he turned his gaze down to the green paladin.

"I-I'm sorry, Pidge, I didn't mean to-"

"I don't even know what you did," Pidge interrupted him, "But you managed to mess up the controls to where I can't even figure out how to begin to understand-" She took a deep breath.

"How did you even fall?? You were literally just standing there, Lance."

"I thought there was a wall behind me, I was just trying to lean back-"

As he spoke, he looked to Keith, who kept his arms crossed and expression a stony glare.

"Listen, Lance, I really don't even need you in here with us right now, I just need Keith for this. So, go bother The Princess or Coran, or find Hunk. I have to fix this..."

Pidge trailed off, sitting back at the control and waving a hand towards him, signaling for him to go away. Keith followed her movements and turned his attention back to the panel as well.

Lance wanted to speak up again, apologize more, but already he was forgotten, both Keith and Pidge's attention fully on the symbols and controls once more.

Sighing, he made his way off the small vessel, into the hangar, and back into the main halls of the castle ship.

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Lance didn't immediately try to find Hunk, or Coran, or Allura. Instead, he wandered around on his own, exploring halls and rooms he hadn't had the time or interest to explore before.

Despite trying to forget the events that had occurred not even ten minutes ago, Pidge's words kept echoing in his mind, I really don't even need you in here with us, he frowned to himself. She was pretty mad with him, I just need Keith for this.

He sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair, it was reasonable for her to have been so angry, he messed up, and was useless in there anyways.

He found his way to his room, and as the doors slid open, another thought passed through, go bother The Princess or Coran, or find Hunk.

He shouldn't be letting her words get to him, she was just worked up at the time, she didn't mean any harm- but is that all he is? A bother?

Lance groaned and plopped down onto his bed, rolling onto his side and facing the wall. He felt so emotionally drained right now. He could definitely go for some beauty sleep. Just a nap.

As his eyes slid shut, he let his mind free, and more thoughts swarmed his drowsy head, and a last thought shone prominently through the rest.

Of course he's just a bother- it's all he's good at...

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A/N: *cries* I'm so sorry I'm leaving you guys with such a short chapter after going so long without updating but I promise I'll have longer chapters for y'all soon :-;