Panar(DISCONTINUED--Been Adopted)

Chapter 9

Hunk POV

I slowly make my way to the room full of spare parts, my mind wandering from different topics. Is Pidge ok? What has the galra done to her? Where is she? Are they even galra? What parts do I need? Is it even possible? I got to the room and went to the boxes, digging through them looking for anything I could use. A motherboard, a satellite thing, etc. After I had compiled a pile of stuff that could be useful I heard Allura over the speakers.

"Paladins, please come the brig, we need to discuss our... friend," She says the word with all the venom of a cigarette snail(A/N Google how poisonous it is otherwise this just sounds stupid.) After I ran to the main room I found Lance and Keith sitting down and Shiro, Allura, and Coran deep in discussion.

"Ah, we're all here now," Coran said with a twist of his moustache, "What shall we do about it?"

"It doesn't understand English, we can't just talk to it," Lance says lazily, lying down on his side, moving his arm to exaggerate the fact of the communication problem.

"I'm trying to build a communicator but I will need a little hel-" Coran cuts me off.

"Oh, I would be happy to help. My ol' pop-pop Wimbledon built one of the best communicators on Altea!"

"You two get to work on that while we discuss ways to try and find Pidge while we are still unable to have the galra show us,"

"Um, I think that they might not be galra, if anything at least not fully," Keith said, "It looks a lot like them, but it has some differences."

"I will have to take a look at that fact. Well, off we go, we all have a job to do," Allura said. Coran and I started back towards the engineering room, where I had moved all the parts to.

"Do you have any idea how to make this?" I ask.

"I think we could make a device that searched the galaxy for the language, once we know what it speaks we could decipher it," Coran says.

"We can use the satellite to amplify our radar and make the device reach to the next few galaxies. The ship was a small cargo ship so its starting point and end point should be near, it wasn't built for long-distance flights," I say. It took a few hours but eventually, we had finished, it just needed to be tested. We took it to the front room, Coran called everyone down and we told them what the translator did.

"Sounds good enough to work," Keith said.

"Let's see if we can get it to talk, if it won't cooperate, we can tempt it with food. The last time it ate must have been 8 Vargas ago." We all walked down to the cell block, stopping to grab food on the way there. Once we got to where we kept the "galra", we found it curled up in the corner, fast asleep.

"How do we wake it up?" I asked.

"Why don't we just knock?" Lance says, walking up to the glass and knocking on it twice. The "galra's" ears twitched back against their head as if trying to block the noise. Lance knocked again. We heard a faint growl through the glass as the "galra" got up and padded up to the class and plopped down, staring at us. I switched on the device, a tablet-like thing with a satellite on top, and pointed it at the captive.

"Uhh, how do we get it to speak?" I asked.

"Maybe just talk to it until it tries to tell you that it doesn't understand?"

"Uh, ok, ummm. Hello? What are you doing on this planet? Who are you? What are you?" I asked. It cocked it's head to the side at the first question, there was a moment of silence after I stopped talking. It let out a low mix of a growl and a chirp. The device started to whirl to life, the satellite started to spin and a loading symbol popped up on screen. After a few minutes, a robotic voice said, "Lithen detected, translating."

"Does that mean its a Lithen?" Lance asked.

"No actually. I never thought I'd ever see one, they are so secretive," Coran said, the second sentence half to himself half to the group.

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