Graceful (KeithxReader)

Chapter 27 : Rebels Mission

(Y/N)'S POV

After yesterday's events, I haven't talked to Keith. During the briefing this morning it had been tense and everyone kept looking between us two, wondering what had happened. I really wish I hadn't said some of the things I did, but I wasn't ready to apologise yet.

I walk into the bridge again, expecting to find only Allura or Coran. To my surprise I spot Matt talking with Shiro and the Princess. Matt is staying at the castle for a while with Hexon, Roben and Iloe. "Hey guys," I greet walking up to them.

Shiro smiled and Matt smirks. I give him a questioning look before deciding to use my mouth. "What's going on?"

"Guess who's going on a rebel mission." Matt golds his arms proudly.

"You?" I asks, unsure. Matt nods and gestures with his hand for me to keep going. "...and me...?"

"Yep!" I grin and my eyes light up. I pump my fist in the air. It had been ages since I had been on a rebel mission. Actually not since our last one on Saveront.

"Come on, the others are waiting down in the hanger," Mart explains beginning to walk out.

I look at him when he mentions others though decide I'll ask later. I look over at Shiro. "Bye!"

Shiro waves back. "Don't get killed," he tells me. I laugh at his comment. Of course not.

Even though the comment seems like something Shiro would say, I still feel somethings off. It may sound strange, but Shiro doesn't feel like Shiro. Not physically. Just a weird, sibling bond I guess.

I shake my head, ridding the thoughts and happily skip after Matt. Thoughts of Shiro and Keith seem to just slip out of my head.

THIRD POV

The group of rebels, including the newest members, Roben, Hexon and Iloe, began flying toward an enemy ship. They had been sent to rescue some prison and then blow up the ship.

(Y/n) is currently flying the ship while Roben stood nervously behind her. "I mean, what if it goes wrong. I'm not very good at the heroic role," he begins to ramble.

Iloe rolls here eyes. "You'll be fine Roben," she sighs, walking up to him. "We'll be fine. Plus, nothing will go wrong with (Y/n) here."

(Y/n) let's put a small laugh at the comment. She turns breifly to smile at the crew before looking back to the front. "We're here," she states.

Matt and Hexon walk up next to her gazing ahead at the ship in front of them. (Y/n) stands up from her seat and begins slipping into her gear to sneak into the ship. Iloe and Roben would be staying on the ship to take the prisoners in while Hexon, Matt and (Y/n) would be free them and placing the bomb. Outside are a few other rebel ships ready to act as a distraction and to help the crew escape with being shot down.

As the ship is parked next to the Galra cruiser, (Y/n) Matt and Hexon got into position. They create their entrance through the wall and climb through. They leave Roben and Iloe and run off towards the prisoner.

The many different species of alien look up at them as the rebels run in. Immediately they begin opening up the cells. Two Galra soldier walk in and (Y/n) immediately calls, "I've got them!"

Understanding, Matt and Hexon continue freeing them as (Y/n) jumps forward, pulling out her two blades, striking at them. There is shouts of pain and then the two fall to the ground.

(Y/n) looks back at Matt and Hexon to find them freeing the last prisoner. "I'll place the bomb!" she yells out.

"Wait, I'm coming with you," Matt replies.

(Y/n) shakes her head. "You need to help get the prisoner back. And then I'll need you to direct me," she explains. Pulling the bombs out from behind her cloak she smirks. "I've got this."

As they leave to go their separate ways, (Y/n) starts running down the hallway. Placing the small bombs on the walls as she goes. Hearing the footsteps of two guards she quickly hides behind a wall. "Ok Matt, you ready?" she asks, as the soldiers pass.

"Yep. Head straight up that hallway and then take your second right," he directs and (Y/n) runs off following his commands. "Ok straight... now left."

(Y/n) carefully looks around, keeping her footsteps as quiet as possible. By now the Galra probably new they were in here. There's a painful shouts from the other end of the comm. "Matt! Are you ok," she cries.

"Yeah yeah. Just a bit of trouble." There's a battle cry from what seems like Hexon jumping into attack. "Ok, head straight. There should be a door in front of you. Through there is the controls," he pants.

"Ok, thanks Matt. I've got it." To (Y/n) luck, as she approached a Galra walked out. Sending a flying kick at him she pushed back the soldier and knocks them both into the large control room. Other members inside turn to look. There's about six all together.

(Y/n) cracked her knuckles before jumping into the fray, taking out Galra left and right. Sending different kick and punches, her attacks seemed random yet planned. Down to the final soldier, she gives him a blow two the head and watches him fall to the ground.

Immediately, she began to place the bombs around the controls room. Looking around one last time she talks back through the comms, "ok I'm coming back."

Finding her way back easily, as she remembered Matt's directions, soon she finds herself back where they started. Hexon is taking on about three guards while Matt takes on two. Iloe and Roben and trying their hand at the guns (Y/n) had packed, but seeing their struggle, (Y/n) runs in to help. She kicks out a soldier that was getting dangerously close to Roben. The young blue alien smiles at her in thanks.

Taking out two more, (Y/n) turns to see that the others at been taken out too. Though the sound of more Galra approaching could he heard. "Quick let's go," (Y/n) encourages, quickly making her way back into their ship. Inside it sits about twelve rebels all frightened yet hopeful.

One young child gasps. "Your that graceful saviour aren't you." She points at (Y/n). Said girl smirks.

"Damn right I am," (Y/n) replies deciding to just own the name. She walks over to the pilot seat pressing the activation button for the bombs, and watches as the ship explodes. "Come on, let's get out of here."