keith feels like this is something he's done a million times and will probably do a million times more before he dies. space stretches out endlessly before him, behind him, beside him. never ending. eternal. he remembers what it was like doing all the flight simulators and training day after day after day and never really knowing if he'd actually get up there as a pilot to fly among the stars. now he just doesn't know if he's going to be on the ground ever again.
fighting comes easy to him. it always has. somehow it gives him a purpose. even more so now. or, well, it was when he was back with the rest of the paladins. now he doesn't even know what he's actually fighting for, only that there's hundreds of people on this ship that need to be saved and he can't just let them die because he's in a different quadrant of space right now without really knowing...
well, knowing anything at all.
he pilots his lion quick, darting through debris and other fighter style jets. it's weird, he doesn't feel connected somehow but just keeps trying his best. ]
If anyone can read me out there – [ he has no real idea if these comms are patched into everyone or not, but he's got to say something. ] there's a huge cluster of these bogies coming up on the following coordinates.
[ he sends them out, not wanting to speak them, just in case. ]
Just me out here on this side. Could use some help!
↠ scenario network
( network id | red )
[ the post itself comes late at night, entirely possible someone isn't really sleeping. but, it's space, so who really knows when 'night' actually is, anyway? ]
just curious. do you have a favorite constellation? planet?
keith • voltron
[ out of the frying pan and into the fire.
keith feels like this is something he's done a million times and will probably do a million times more before he dies. space stretches out endlessly before him, behind him, beside him. never ending. eternal. he remembers what it was like doing all the flight simulators and training day after day after day and never really knowing if he'd actually get up there as a pilot to fly among the stars. now he just doesn't know if he's going to be on the ground ever again.
fighting comes easy to him. it always has. somehow it gives him a purpose. even more so now. or, well, it was when he was back with the rest of the paladins. now he doesn't even know what he's actually fighting for, only that there's hundreds of people on this ship that need to be saved and he can't just let them die because he's in a different quadrant of space right now without really knowing...
well, knowing anything at all.
he pilots his lion quick, darting through debris and other fighter style jets. it's weird, he doesn't feel connected somehow but just keeps trying his best. ]
If anyone can read me out there – [ he has no real idea if these comms are patched into everyone or not, but he's got to say something. ] there's a huge cluster of these bogies coming up on the following coordinates.
[ he sends them out, not wanting to speak them, just in case. ]
Just me out here on this side. Could use some help!
↠ scenario network
( network id | red )
[ the post itself comes late at night, entirely possible someone isn't really sleeping. but, it's space, so who really knows when 'night' actually is, anyway? ]
just curious. do you have a favorite constellation? planet?
[ that's all. hard hitting questions at night. ]