Voltron Reincarnation System

『Descend』

『Host Optical Acquired, Proceeding . . .』

"Good to know you can see..." A quiet murmur emitted from Anten's lips.

Three Junior Cadets were walking towards the rescue craft simulator, in the center of a large spherical light tan chamber, their matching pilot jumpsuits were donned over their white and orange garrison uniforms. All three of them were all different shapes and sizes.

Anten was walking in behind of Pidge Gunderson the Communications Officer and she behind Lance the self-proclaimed pilot. This arrangement made him the Engineer of the group, at least for the time being. Anten had mottled black hair, big cold black eyes and a pale peach complexion. The teen was about an inch shorter than Lance.  While his ears seemed pointed, they were still human in form. The natural turquoise markings on his cheeks from his altean heritage showing on his face.

As they were passing the Commander Iverson, one of the heads of the Garrison, Anten passed him a glance only to be met with a scowl.

"Eyes forwards Cadets!" The man in grey and gold barked at them, straightening his Military beret on his head. 

Snapping to attention, his eyes rested on the top of Pidge's head. He knew exactly who she was, though it seemed everyone else was oblivious. Even as she tried passing as a guy...

Pidge was a petite italian girl, shorter than both Anten and Lance, and most of the other members of the Junior Cadets in the Garrison present. She had light brown hair and golden brown eyes, pale skin and a pair of circular framed glasses.

He admired her because no matter what, she wanted to find her family and she wasn't afraid to act on that ambition. A small smile formed over his lips, knowing that she still hadn't given up, considering her father and brother had disappeared a little bit over a year ago. She had broken the law, forged a false identity and enrolled here to find out more information on her brother's whereabouts...

Then there was Lance, he was taller than Anten and a Cuban native, with tanned skin, dark blue eyes and short brown hair. 

Anten foresaw failure however the moment he looked to the back of Lance's head.

『Starting Simulation Calculation . . .』

『Simulation Calculation . . . 25% . . . 50% . . . 75% . . . 100%』

『Calculation Complete. 99.9% Pilot's Error Imminent.』

"Tell me something I don't know..." Muttered Anten as the voice in his head spoke and words appeared before his eyes. 

"Hm?" Pidge glanced over towards Anten, her lips drawing to the side as she blinked a couple times, "Did, uh... You say something?"

Anten raised a brow at her, as if asking if she needed something, "Improbably."

Holding back a suppressed laugh at the roundabout way he answered, she shook her head and faced forward before the Commander could bark at them again.

Once they entered the simulator and took their seats, the blast doors of the false vessel magnetically locked closed. 

Anten took the first seat to the left, whilst Pidge to the right. Lance, the last to sit down, seated himself in the pilot's chair on the left. The screen, or simulated viewport, lit up and Lance took to the controls. 

The main cabin of the simulator was illuminated by the ship controls, and various overhead screens giving gravimetric readouts and other information.

Anten however kept his eyes on the engineering hub in front of him, keeping note of the data. 

The ship began to pitch downward, the motion affecting the cabin slightly. Stars and vacuum was everywhere, until coming into view was Pluto's moon Kerberos, of the Kuiper belt.