::text::

[pidge_out]

[Dealing with people face to face is hard, even if Pidge were to do it via communicator. She doesn’t know anyone here, and she’s hesitant to even be addressing the entirety of the Moira’s crew all at once like this. So she opts for the easier mode of communication: text. It’s like talking to the internet that way, and… Well, to be perfectly frank, that’s easier for her to handle.]

Hello, Moira crew. [Behind the screen she winces. Even she can tell that sounds awkward. But she presses on.] I’m new to this ship, but not new to space travel - trust me - but I am trying to gather some more information than what was given to me. Hoping someone onboard can help me out.

First: If the word “Voltron” means anything to you, contact me.

Second: If you know anyone with the last name “Holt”, contact me ASAP.

[There’s another hesitant moment before the typing resumes.] I can help out with any tech stuff in exchange for any useful information you’ve got. I’m good at it, and I’ve worked with alien tech before. The stuff here is new to me, but they gave me a job that works with it pretty closely, so I’m pretty sure I can figure it out soon enough. So: you help me, I help you. Fair, right?

Right. Cool. Let me know.

Comments

TEXT

[forgeabettertomorrow]

I feel like I heard the word Voltron the other day or something

Now Im trying to remember where

[pidge_out]

really?! from someone here on the Moira?!

[forgeabettertomorrow]

hold on

hold on I think I remember

OH YEAH

It was on one of those boxes on the wall down in engineering

It said BEWARE HIGH VOLTRONS

[pidge_out]

you're thinking of "high VOLTAGE"

[forgeabettertomorrow]

Am I?

I definitely heard VOLTRON though

voice;

[shiro2hero]

[There are approximately three people in the galaxy who would ask for both "Holt" and "Voltron" at the same time. Two of which... Well... two of which might not even know about Voltron. And this reads like neither one of them, regardless.]

[Which leaves--]

Pidge?

[Please space lion Jesus let him be right.]

voice;

[pidge_out]

[There's a pause while Pidge switches it into audio, and the shock and relief in her voice is pretty much unmistakable.]

Shiro!! Oh man, am I glad you're here, too.

voice;

[shiro2hero]

[The relief is mutual. So very mutual.]

Me and Allura so far. Are you all right?

[And then, because he can't stop himself--] Where are you?

voice;

[pidge_out]

[She's nodding first, and then realizes he can't see that.] Yeah, I'm fine. Are you okay?

I'm in the room they gave me. Nomo 2?

voice;

[shiro2hero]

I'm fine. Don't worry. [Well, as fine as possible, since... he saw Allura get taken captive and then thrown across a room. Physically fine, mentally? l-o-l.]

I'll come find you.

[Since he's assuming her typing means she'd rather keep a low profile or something, for now.]

[newnova]

i think one of the jerks at my school was named Holt. but that's probably not who you're looking for.

[pidge_out]

unless he got launched out into space about a year ago, then probably not

[newnova]

yeah, no. i don't think my Holt's ever left Arizona.

[pidge_out]

yeah, wrong guy

wait, so you're from Earth too?

[newnova]

yeah, from Carefree Arizona. where are you from?

VOICE

[patchricide]

[The word Voltron jumps out and smacks her in the face, that's for sure. But... "Holt"? Now, who could that be? Perhaps she needs to pry into the paladin's personal lives more...

But the next section gives her a pretty good hint about who it is she's talking to.]

Is that you, Pidge?

VOICE BACK

[pidge_out]

[The familiar sound of Allura's voice makes her click into voice mode as well.]

Allura?! How-- Did the wormhole bring you here, too??

[patchricide]

That... [She pauses, and one can just imagine her screwing up her face in thought.]

That seems to be the case. Although I'm not sure how a wormhole would throw us through the Ingress, or what happened to the Castle or the Lions.

But with you here, that makes two paladins accounted for. And considering the state of the wormhole, we might have fared better than expected.

[pidge_out]

They said the Ingress is malfunctioning, right? So it's possible that whatever affected the wormhole made it possible for the two to connect. [The half-shrug is almost audible.] It's the only running theory I've got right now, anyway.

So you've seen Shiro already?

[patchricide]

It still seems unlikely, but it does make more sense than anything else. Not even the Galra could have planned something like this.

[... ... ... knock on space wood.]

Yes, we've spoken already. But I should warn you, he seems to have lost a few memories before coming here. He remembers my capture, but not how I was rescued.

video;

[asafepairofhands]

[It's not that Ratchet particularly minds text, but seeing a fifteen-foot metal robot on the MID is more expedient than him trying to explain that he's a fifteen-foot metal robot. He does look curious, though.]

I don't suppose you can elaborate on what you mean by 'alien tech?'

text;

[pidge_out]

not Earth te

[Sorry, Pidge is stopping right there. Because. Because wow. This has just kind of blown Pidge away.]

video;

[asafepairofhands]

Oh. Earth, huh?

[It's hard to read her reaction over text.]

How'd you come by 'alien' tech, exactly? Besides being dumped here, I mean.

text;

[pidge_out]

[That's probably for the best]

kind of a long story

you're a robot

video;

[asafepairofhands]

I'm five million years old, I've got time.

[He lets it go, though, watching the MID screen carefully.]

And, well. Yes and no. I'm inorganic, but we're our own race--there's nobody in here but me, and nobody built me. [This is clearly not the first time he's had this conversation.] There are a few of us here, we're called Cybertronians, and my name is Ratchet.