Far From Home | Voltron

chapter one

|just a quick, late night run|

THE STARS ARE something I will never get sick of. Little orbs of light, constantly flickering and shining forever. My favorite thing in the whole world are the stars, and I think that's why I was so happy when I was adopted into the Shirogane family eight years ago. My little eight-year-old self was ecstatic that I was being adopted into a house with a space enthusiast just like me. I was happy I was getting a family again, too. And then I lost them, just like my real parents. 

Three years into staying with them, my new parents died in a car crash. And then it was just me and Shiro against the world. He cared for me, and when I could, I for him. I was only ten, after all. I remember - very vaguely - a kid with a black mullet, a bad attitude, and a red and white jacket come over a lot. Keith was his name. He was older than me, and I thought of him as my big brother. He was always nice to me, and he made Shiro really happy, which made me happy. And then when Shiro went away, so did Keith. After Shiro left for Kerberos, I never saw him or Keith again - I only head about Keith's expulsion from the Garrison.

And then I was alone again. So what did I do? I looked to the stars for comfort, because I love them. And because that's where Shiro was, up in the stars. Until I learned he wasn't. And that he died. And I was truly alone then. I decided, after that night, that I would enroll into the Garrison, just for the hell of it. Maybe I would get more information on the Kerberos mission. Maybe I would feel closer to Shiro. 

Neither happened. All that happened was Iverson slamming down on me with more insults than I can handle - Shiro was one hell of a guy to live up to, and I was going a hell of a bad job of trying to. So I was now running under the comfort of the stars - when I was supposed to be sleeping - to get my mile time faster. Just a quick, late night, three mile run to keep me from getting yelled at again. Just building up endurance.

When I first noticed the spaceship, I was bent over, sucking in heaps of air with my hands on my knees. A dim orange flash of light burst out and illuminated the barren desert with an eerie glow. My head snapped upwards as I saw a glowing ship plummeting towards earth. My heart jumped to my throat as my eyes widened to the size of saucers. I stumbled backward, almost falling, but caught myself. 

"Well shit," I had muttered, watching as it slammed into earth's surface, what looked like only a ten minute run away. 

I had contemplated running back to the Garrison, forcing my eyes closed, and never going back. I really had. But I then contemplated the chances that what could be inside of that ship would change my life forever. And I threw all caution to the wind and set off into a sprint. Because as much as I like safety, I wanted - no, craved change. I had a feeling this was it. It had taken me eight and a half minutes, and by the time I got to the crash site, Garrison had already infiltrated it. The had set up a quarantine section, covering the ship, and there were workers swarming inside and out. 

"What could possibly cause this kind of response from the Garrison?" I wondered aloud, eyes furrowed and mind whirring. 

Suddenly, a round of explosions went off in the distance, and it set the Garrison into a panic. They hopped into their vehicles and sped off the see what happened. I watched from behind a rock, as someone vaguely familiar hopped off a hoverbike and started into the quarantine set up. I watched as three more people - who looked to be kids as well - ran in a couple seconds later. 

I held my breath. Do I go in there? And risk expulsion, my only connection to Shiro? And then I thought about the Garrison, and my mind was made. I was going in there - especially if it meant I may never see the Garrison again.

Bursting into the one-roomed quarantine set up, my eyes widened at what I saw. Keith, another tall, extremely tan boy, supporting Shiro. My Shiro. The Shiro that died a year ago. The two were bickering with each other, but all talking paused when I barged in. 

Keith's eyes widened a bit, then narrowed in confusion. "Wait a second . . . Mae?"

But I didn't answer. I couldn't. I could only stare and tear up as my gaze stayed glued to an unconscious Shiro. My eyes trailed his body, from the scar running across his nose to the literal cyborg arm that was where his right one should be. Suddenly, someone waved a hand in front of my face and I snapped out of my gaze. 

"How do you know her?" the tan boy questioned, as they began walking Shiro out. 

A pale, short guy with light brown choppy short hair answered. "It doesn't matter. The Garrison will be coming back any minute - we gotta go."

As Keith and the tan boy headed towards the hoverbike, a large, dark-skinned guy peered through a pair of binoculars.  

His voice came out urgently. "Oh man, they're coming back and they do not look happy. We gotta go."

As we retreated to Keith's hoverbike, the small guy started talking. "You're Mae, I'm assuming. That's what Keith called you. I'm Pidge, guy on your left is Hunk, Keith is the mullet, and Lance is the Cuban."

Before I could respond, Hunk spoke to Keith. "Uh, do you mind if we catch a ride with you?"

Without an answer, we all began pilling on. The bike tipped backward from the unbalanced weight, and we all yelped as a result.

"Is this thing going to be big enough for all of us?" Pidge yelled. 

Keith grunted. "No."

Revving the engine and spinning around faster than I was comfortable with, Keith sped off. I guess we were really doing this.

wc: 1069 (͠≖ ͜ʖ͠≖)

hello, ladies and gents. welcome, to my life. where i, a teenage girl, write fanfics about a cartoon show for children in my free time. i really am that bitch.

anyways, thanks for picking up and deciding to read my voltron story that i've crafted - being the voltron garbage lot i am. yes, i'm not only voltron trash, but a whole garbage lot. and yes, i'm proud.

okay, so this is my first story, so don't judge. you're supposed to vote and comment i think, so please do that. there won't be any consistent relase date, but i will be continuing this book. oh, and if you have any questions, just ask and i will answer to the best of my ability!

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-wholesomewhitebread