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Rubble and ash decorated the landscape that spread forward seemingly endlessly, painted in shades of reds, browns, and grays. The horizon was a haze of heat, the waves blooming from the land like the rolling fields of wildflowers that were once a piece of this terrain. It was near impossible to keep a steady gaze, eyes ever scanning the perimeter for any signs of life, or any signs of hope. Mechanical whirring loomed overhead, muffled, crackling chatter emitted from a lone two way radio that lay discarded somewhere amidst the debris and detritus.

Dark eyes darted from pile to pile, searching for some sign of movement. “Shit,” the expletive was harsh, muttering under a sharp breath. There was nothing here but scrap and debris.

Keith ducked low, skirting his way around his make-shift barricade and into the open street. Glancing around he darted behind another large pile of debris and breathed a sigh of slight relief. It didn't look like there was anything following him, for now.

He moved quickly and quietly through the street, knife clutched tight in his hand as he did so, ready at any moment for whatever this new world threw at him. He tapped at the side of his helmet, frowning as his comms crackled to life for a brief moment. No chance of getting any sort of communications out yet...he was too isolated.

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@inseparableduo found you!

Keith's head snapped around, eyes locking on to whoever had managed to catch him off guard. "What're you doing here?" His tone was flat, though his eyes betrayed his curiosity.

Log 007: Shirogane T.K.

Not much to report, but the team has been working through some team building exercises! I'm excited to see their skills develop. We've been out here for quite some time now, I've lost track. If anyone is reading this log, we are the paladins of Voltron. We will defend the universe.

Log 009: Shirogane T.K.

Nothing major, again. No Balmera in this system, we're moving on to the next, albeit slowly.

Shiro frowned as he updated the mission logs. The crystal that powered the ship was one thing, but this migraine was another. He rubbed at his temples for a moment before continuing to type.

Hopefully we have enough power to find what we need and get back to work.