Lance, Please

Right Hand Man

It had been a week since the fight had started. The castleship was surrounded, and there was no way for Matt or the Blades to send in reinforcements. Keith had left to help the Blade almost a month ago, so he was stuck outside too. Shiro was becoming stressed, and it was only a matter of time before he snapped. It didn't really help that the Garrison Trio was singing every chance they got.

“British Admiral Howe's got troops on the water. Thirty-two thousand troops in New York harbor.” Shiro sighed as they started up again. It was getting on his nerves, but at least they had chosen something that fit their situation this time. If he had to listen to Welcome to the Black Parade ONE MORE TIME somebody would be getting thrown out of an airlock.

“Thirty-two thousand troops in New York harbor. Thirty-two thousand troops in New York harbor. When they surround our troops. They surround our troops! They surround our troops! When they surround our troops!” It was impossible to see through the wall of galra ships by now, and they were running out of time to get out.

Shiro was brought back to attention as Lance started singing again, focusing on his maps once more. He was stationed in a side office, just down the hall from the kitchen. Allura had all but demanded they keep the comms on in case of emergency, so Shiro would have to face the music. Luckily it was something he knew this time, so he left his desk to take a break and join the song.

“As a kid in the Caribbean I wished for a war, I knew that I was poor, I knew that it was the only way to-” Lance sang, Pidge and Hunk joining in.

“Rise up!” All three sang, and Pidge and Hunk went quiet again, letting Lance lead again.

“If they tell my story I am either gonna die on the battlefield in glory or-”

“Rise up!” They crowed again.

“I will fight for this land,” Lance seemingly declares, pacing back and forth in front of a screen in the command center. Allura watching him from behind, frustration about the song break clear on her face, yet curiosity overruling her annoyance. Apparently, she had been in the middle of a meeting with Kolivan over tactics when Lance had interrupted. The call was still on, Kolivan watching curiously as more Blades gathered to watch behind him.

“But there's only one man who can give us a command so we can-”

“Rise up!” They sang as Shiro approached, heading down the hall. Only Pidge noticed, and they motioned for him to wait. Feeling mischievous, Shiro obliged, waiting for his cue.

“Understand?” Lance sang, completely immersed in the song. “It's the only way to-”

“Rise up! Rise up!” Went Hunk and Pidge as Lance turned, spotting Shiro in the doorway.

“Here he comes!” He said, motioning Shiro forward. Taking slow strides, Shiro walked over to the group, posture tense and professional as he walked.

Pidge took this as their cue to break off, and they slid over to the center console as Hunk kept singing. “Here comes the General!”

“Ladies and Gentlemen!” Pidge declared, slipping into place as Shiro approached, taking the camera from Allura and positioning it so that the Blades could see the room. Too entransed to stop them, Allura just sat down, keeping her eyes on the scene before her. Shiro kept walking, jaw set, face impossible to read.

“Here comes the General!” Lance and Hunk sang, standing at attention off to the side, eager grins spreading as Shiro drew closer.

“The pride of Mount Vernon!” Pidge drawled, milking being a hype man for all its worth.