Whatever it takes

The Rise of Voltron

"Galaxy Garrison flight log 5-11-14. Beginning descent to Kerberos for rescue mission."

The amount of shaking of the ship as it went down causes all of us to lurch forward.

"Lance, can you keep this thing straight?"

"Relax, Hunk, I'm just getting a feel for the stick. I mean it's not like I did this!" Lance thrusts the ship down into a deep nose dive.

"Or this!"

Then he makes a sharp right and we again lurch forward. From where I am sitting, I almost hit my head in this tiny ship.

"Lance, please stop trying to show off. We can't compromise the mission!" I snap.

"Loosen up, Olivia."

Ugh how did Pidge and I get put on a team with these two?

I then resume helping Pidge look for the missing crew.

"We've picked up a distress beacon!"

I shudder in shock as Pidge's voice booms in my ear. I turn to him and glare. He shrugs his shoulders as he resumes locking onto the signal and narrowing down where they are.

"Alright, look alive team."

"Really Lance? iI anyone needs to look alive it's you." I say snarkily. But Lance ignores my comment, a thin line of sweat forms on his forehead as he glances back at me and Pidge.

"Pidge, Olivia, track coordinates."

"Already on it."

Pidge and I begin to type away when we lurch forward again.

If Lance did that I will jump out of this seat and kill him.

"Lance, stop, please."

"Oh, this ones on you, Hunk. We got a hydraulic stabilizer out."

I look over to Hunk and see him looking at the screen in front of him — he looks like he was going to puke.

How is he even in this school?!

"Oh no." Hunk mutters.

"No, no, no. Fix now, puke later." Lance warns.

I turn to look at Pidge once more. I see him look at me with a sheepish smile. Before I could ask what was wrong, the ship lurchs again and my head hits the back of my chair. I hold it gingerly in my hands before looking back to my screen to see that we've lost the signal.

"Lance, we lost the signal, the shaking is interfering with our sensors."

"Come on, Hunk!"

"It's not responding."

"No kidding, Sherlock!" I yell. I feel a quick jab in my side. I look over to Pidge and glare daggers at him, but he just smiles sheepishly once again. I go back to typing away on the screen trying to get the signal back when Lance speaks up.

"Oh never mind, fellas. Thar she blows. Preparing for approach on visual."

"I don't think that's advisable." I snap.

"Yeah, especially with our current mechanical and... gastrointestinal issues." Pidge frowns and glances back at Hunk. I shake my head as Hunk agrees with Pidge — looking more green than ever. Lance glares back with annoyance.

"Stop worrying, Babe." Lance coos. I roll my eyes, and glare at him.

"Besides, this baby can take it can't you, champ?" Lance pats the console and right after the shuttle shakes. I bring my hand to my face and groan internally. He looks nervous, but he quickly says that 'she' is nodding.