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[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.
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.
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[He says it with complete and total fondness, too. Like he's proud of her for breaking and entering.]
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Still, Pidge rolls her eyes and waves it off like it was nothing.]
Only when motivated.
So you're okay, right? What happened with the wormhole going nuts didn't mess you up too much, did it?
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[Wave it off all you want, kiddo. He knows better.]
... Wormhole? What wormhole?
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The one we used to get away from Zarkon, remember? Or that we tried to use, before it turned all red and crazy.
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[Is there a chair? Can he sit down?]
We weren't anywhere near him. [Were they?]
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And there's Pidge starting to look concerned.]
We went in to save Allura... You don't remember that?
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The last thing I remember is... Allura threw me off the ship. Before it took off.
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And then... next thing you knew you were here? [Pidge frowns a little.] You don't remember anything else? Not even hazily?
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Yeah. Next thing I knew... I was here. And looking for all of you. [He shakes his head to the next part. There's nothing there.]
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Well, we went right at Zarkon's warship to save her. It was crazy and it was tough on all of us, but we managed to get her back. [She won't mention that Zarkon somehow blasted Voltron apart and that Keith tried to take Zarkon down by himself.] And when we tried to make a wormhole jump away from them, something... happened to it. We don't know what, but then next thing I knew, I was here.
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[It was still his fault.]
I think I'd remember going through something like that... [Yeah he's gonna stay sitting on the edge of her bed.] And I wasn't anywhere near a wormhole when they brought me here.
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Pidge sits down next to him, brow furrowed in thought.]
We all got pulled out of it somehow, so that's still fair game... Maybe whatever happened to it also wiped your memory.
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But not yours? Or Allura's?
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[Oh, good. Now that she's said that, she's gonna be worrying about it.]
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[Or at least getting her checked out because god dammit he will dad her until she drops.]
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"We" as in all of us, right? [She swears she's gonna find something that'll put this man to sleep.]
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[Goddammit Pidge.]
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So what else have you learned since you got here?
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[Oops.]
I... may have spent a lot of time trying to contact you guys.
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I'm starting to think that no one knows how anything on this ship works.
But ice cream as in real ice cream? Or stuff that just kind of looks like it?
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It's sounding that way, yeah.
... Real ice cream, Pidge. Promise.
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I probably shouldn't be surprised.
[There's a thoughtful pause.] ...And where exactly do we find the ice cream?
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[With a slight, lopsided smile in apology.]
The kitchen. A guy named Lucio showed me where it was.
[After bringing him a bowl and watching him basically inhale it.]
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Lucio? [Pidge's head tilts slightly in thought.] Did he have dreadlocks and cool roller skates?
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[He's kidding, of course.]
... Yeah, he did. You met him?
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