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This one of my best friend’s work and honestly it is so good. I highly recommend reading it if you are or ever were in the Voltron fandom 

Prologue

“Galaxy Garrison flight log 5-11-14,” a young girl’s voice starts “Begin descent to Kerberos for the rescue mission.” The vessel gracefully glides through the emptiness towards a pale blue, rocky-terrain moon. 

“Distress beacon received.” a male voice says “Sending coordinates now.” the boy swipes at the holographic screen in front of him a few times. 

“Hydraulic stabilizer needs repair.” the female voice from the pilot seat orders 

“Copy.” yet another female voice replies, this time behind the pilot. The vessel starts shaking, slowly at first but progressively gets worse.

“What’s going on?” the pilot asks, slight worry in her voice.

“I-I’m not sure.” the girl from behind the pilot, the engineer, stutters. The vessel continues to shake.

The pilot tries her hardest to keep the vessel steady as they all brace for impact into the moon in front of them.

“The shaking is interfering with our sensors,” the boy says “I can’t get a clear visual!”

The pilot waves to the side of her seat, eyes stuck on what’s in front of her “Just- I don’t know- hail down to the crew members to let them know we’re on our way.”

The boy reaches up for the radio to send out a message but is flung to the side of his chair when the turbulence from entering the atmosphere kicks in.

“Just brace for impact, you two!” the pilot yells, securing herself into her seat. She continues to maneuver the vessel down to the ground safely, even with the constant shaking and turbulence. As the pilot gets closer, she weaves in and out of natural arches in the terrain. “Get ready!” she warns as she braces herself.

The vessel slides down onto the moon’s surface, but before the pilot can get a hold of the controls, the vessel spins out of control and rams itself into the side of a rocky hill.

“Simulation failed.” a voice from an intercom within the vessel states.

“So much for a ‘rescue mission.’” The pilot jokes as she unfastens herself and stands up, wobbling.

“Yeah,” the boy at the holographic computer chuckles “I’m still nauseous after all of that shaking. Add the turbulence and I was *done* for.” The two share a laugh.

“What happened back there Eris?” the pilot asks

“I-I don’t know,” Eris replies, shaken “I wasn’t cut out for this engineer position I guess.” she weakly chuckles. “I tried to become a pilot like you, Gabi.”

Gabi laughs, a little bit of pride in her voice. She moves the table in front of Eris off to the side and helps Eris out of her seat, the two smiling at each other. As the three start walking to the back, a sliding door opens up, revealing a very tall man hunched over to look inside of the vessel.

“So you three really didn’t make it, huh?” he asks, teasingly, yet stern “You three are some of our top cadets here at the Garrison and you bombed that simulation! What happened?”

The three walk out of the vessel and line up, the tall man standing in front of them with his hands behind his back.

“It-” Gabi starts, but gets cut off by Eris,

“It was my fault, Commander Iverson,” Eris says, semi-confidently “I wasn’t sure how to work around the Hydraulic Stabilizer.”

Commander Iverson walks over to Eris, looming over her as she gulps and starts sweating from her forehead.

“I expected more from you, Miss Doyle.” Iverson can’t help but feel like a disappointed father to the three of them; they were all great students, but this little blemish in their performance could seriously mess with their grades. “Miss Lopez, Miss Doyle, and Mister Arden,” he looks at them as he calls their names, disappointment in his eyes “the three of you are free to go. But don’t think I’m just gonna keep being soft on you lot! You better do a whole heck of a lot more to pass the next simulation. Let this be your only warning!”

The three walk back into the group of cadets as the next three walk into the vessel to prepare for their test.

How the hell did Pidge get into the Galaxy Garrison? Did the admissions office not check anything? No medical records, nothing? Oh my god the Galaxy Garrison has the level of security of a damn walnut.

I appreciate some of you liking my insults towards the security at the Galaxy Garrison. I try to be funny every so often while trying to make a point, and it seems that my metaphors/similes work. That gives me a bit of an ego boost.