During a mission Pidge is captured by the Galra. A year later she is found by The Blade of Marmora, at first Keith doesn't reconize her until a few weeks after the repeating interogataions. (IK, my plots r shit)
Trigger Warnings: Cussing, gore, depr...
TW: Gore. Cussing. If you are triggered by gore you may want to wait until the next chapter. Also do not replicate ANY medicinal use in this book. A T A L L Until then enjoy this to distract you
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Pidge POV It was the 3rd day of the simulation. I had been tecking for hours without any gear and dehydration was dieing me. I had cuts and scrapes from falling and tripping.
I stop by a tree that had a bunch of cobwebs on it, I grab the cobwebs and find some marigold. Once done I create a paste with the marigold and apply it on my wounds before packing cobwebs on them.
I try to get up and manage to stumble up. My under shirt from the Galra was useless so I took it off and put my top shirt back on. I still kept the bottom with me though.
Then I trip and fall down a hill and lay there not getting up. It was cool and satisfying. There was also something slimy and a cold wet liquid like substance. Water!
I bolt up and look at it. They had to keep the water sanitary because is you get sick here they can't retrieve you. And you won't get better, which is bad for business. But you can get injured.
This is common alien logic. For some reason, death isn't bad for business. What the absolute fuck.
I sigh and notice my time is almost up. Shit. I raise my hand up and makes signs with it. Glad as a drone comes my way and picks me up, then brings me to the door.
*smol time skip brought to you by the lonely author*
I sigh as I sit in the memory chamber. Going over what happened so long ago that got me out here in space.
Most people were afraid of the universe, and with good cause. It was large and full of threats. We still haven't found the beginning or end to it.
Deep space. Deep dead space. Deep dead cold space. Deep dead cold dangerous space. Deep dead cold dangerously beautiful space.
Oh for the love of Thor, what am I doing?
I sigh as I look around the chamber, and see a memory. A bad one. Shaking I get up and leave, pulling my long sleeved shirt tighter around my waist.
I sigh as I walk to the food court and buy myself a snack. It takes me 30 minutes to eat half the pudding cup.
What have the Galra done to me. What has... he done to me. This world, no this universe, is dangerous. But there is beauty.
My friends, they fight still. And yet the Galra try to decimate us. The unalu try to take our stuff for useless junk.
