Five Trazes

Epsilon Traz

My headcannon is that Ina is from Iceland, because Leifsdottir is a Icelandic last name. My father told me this.

GracieHoltPidgeon from Wattpad suggested the plant-part of Pidge's prison, and XxShyxX from AO3 (Archive Of Our Own) asked about Shiro saving her solo. Then magic happened. Thank you to these two wonderful reviewers!!

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Pidge could hardly breathe.

Actually, she never could.

It seemed like such a distant memory of being able to take a breath of nice, clean air that wasn't always polluted and choking her up.

Her cell was filled with combinations of plant growth.

The Galra had tested her blood and discovered that some humans have unusual reactions to certain growths, and also figured out that she was almost deadly allergic to some planets native to one of their conquered planets. So guess what? They decided it was a good idea to put their pollen in the air of her prison.

She couldn't breathe, but she could still hack her way out, right?

The air was also quite humid. Every two minutes, sprinklers would activate and push down rain on top of her. She knew it was so that, if she ever somehow got her hand on tech, it would be destroyed within the first five minutes of her having it.

But perhaps escaping was still a possibility?

Unfortunately, it wasn't as if she could work the tech even if there wasn't sprinklers. They had cut the tendons in each hand, rendering the fingers useless. Pidge sometimes stared at her hands, the fingers hanging limply from the palms, and wished for the ability to use them again.

Maybe, though, she could still escape...?

When they cut her left arm so badly that it felt like it was only hanging by a thread, then tethered it shut with a tourniquet so that it couldn't get any blood circulation that she gave up completely on trying to escape. All she could do was sit here and await death.

Perhaps it would come quickly. Or perhaps she would linger for several more years.

Whatever length of time it was, she was tired. Really, really tired...

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Shiro accompanied the MFEs again. (He didn't say why, but admittedly, it was pretty easy to guess.)

They were attacked almost immediately. Somehow the Galra realized they were coming and had cut them off, the warden, three other flesh-and-blood guards, and about four dozen sentries standing guard to the hanger.

The Sphinx Squadrons' Pilots leaped out, three falling instantly thanks to the battalion of lasers launched from the guns.

"Jonathan, Trenton, Penny!" Ina sobbed out their names, rage beginning to fill her voice.

James's eyes hardened, gripping his rifle tightly. Three soldiers. Dead. They didn't have to check for a pulse to know this. The shots had went straight through their heads.

"Griffen...? What should we do?" Nadia's chocked voice filtered through the coms, the pilots of the Sphinx Squadron latching their shields together to stop any more of them from dying.

The quadruple force, still in the MFEs, watched the fight with fierce anticipation, anger filling their chest.

"Shiro," James twisted in his seat, staring at his captain evenly. "Ina will accompany you to get your Pidge. The rest of us will hold these guys back."