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theshipyard2015-11-24 09:20 pm
thenameofscreen) wrote in theshipyard2015-11-24 09:20 pm✨ .//. Starfire » Teen Titans
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thenameofscreen) wrote in theshipyard2015-11-24 09:20 pm
...you know ;)
HAHAHAHA sleep won't leave me alone.
[ Amidst panicked screams and fleeing bystanders Koriand'r frantically searches for something- ANYTHING strong enough to break the cuffs binding her hands together and keeping her starbolts contained. How long has it been since she'd been free, since she'd seen home? How long does she have until the Galra recover and come after her? It's difficult to hazard a guess, but "too long" and "not long enough" seemed fair answers, respectively.
Anyone who had ever been a captive of the Galra could attest, time in one of their cells was fluid at its best, stagnant at its worst. The only light source came from the purple light emanating from the hallway, if one were fortunate enough to have a cell with any sort of "view". As such, the only way to judge the passage of time was by the delivery of meals and one's own sleep schedule.
She'd been too willful to be granted the first, attacking on sight any guard or sentry foolish enough to get close or provide any sort of opening. She'd been under heavy lock and key for a long time after, though how many days she had no way to tell. She was convinced that the Galra would be content to have her breathe her last in chains, but princess Koriand'r was nothing if not determined, and despite the Galra's misguided thinking that she was nothing more than a savage beast the Tamaranean knew how to bide her time.
Bide it she did, and finally an opportunity seemed to present itself. She heard the guards speaking in that strange language of theirs, and judging by the uneasy tones she guessed something important would be happening- or was happening soon that had them nervous. Even without understanding their words she could pick up on intent, so when her cell door opened one day and she was unshackled from her restraints, she had to hazard a guess they'd finally found a use for her. Judging by the glower on one guard's face and the uneasy grimace on the other she wasn't going to like it. The word "Voltron" kept getting tossed around. Whoever, WHATEVER this "Voltron" was their captive had no intention of finding out. They learned quickly how foolish it was to underestimate one of her people, even in specialized cuffs.
Several corridors worth of broken sentries and one hangar full of trashed ships later, she'd managed to escape in the chaos, having no fear of the hostile environment of space. While the Galra were busy trying to salvage and scramble fighters she had taken the chance to seek shelter on a nearby planet. No attempts to communicate were well received, and while she was aware that the Galra should've sent SOMETHING after her by the time she touched down she was in too much of a hurry to figure out what might or might not have delayed them. Perhaps she had simply crippled their war ship more than she first realized. (Or someone else had come along to finish what she started.)
All of this, of course, brings us to now. ]
Hrrrrrahhh!!!
[ CRUNCH. The sound of metal buckling in protest as her hand restraints are smashed against it. Wood splinters, tree trunks snapped in half, boulders crumble as stone gives way. Nothing that she does seems enough to damage her shackles! If the citizens weren't out of their minds with fear they might make note that she hadn't attacked any individuals yet, but amidst all the property damage it's reasonable to assume they don't much care. ]
Curse the purple ones and their infernal contraption! I must be free!!!
[ She yells in her native tongue, inciting further panic from those in hiding.
... This... is bound to end well. ]
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"Someone broke out maybe?"
"Could' been the Malmora who did it. Maybe Keith's around?"
"Unlikely, I ran Lotor's coordinates by the Blades earlier and they said themselves there were no agents on board."
"Allura's probably right. Let's hurry up with this mission and we can search the area. Whoever did this might still need our help."
And so it was with that line of conversation, they did just that, their pacing only accelerated by the already half ransacked remnants of some mysterious person. Doubt wormed its way through the paladins as they looked at the surrounding planets, a remarkable number for such a small space, some inhabited and others not. They would just have to check them all; inhabited first, and then habited to check for any stray Galra fractions.
A short series of events brought Lance circling the forested planet near by, humming methodically as he peeks down at the scanners. Even the heat seeking gave only so much help, eyes constantly drawn from one animal to the next, wondering if he's even supposed to be looking for something bipedal–and then he sees the oddly distinct motion Starfire gives as she beats her chained wrists against a tree trunk, at the same time Lance flying over head, engines rushing noise over the forest scape below. ] Oh hey, check it!! Headin' down now, guys, hit you up in ten!
[ As soon as he finds a place to land.... Might just have to be a little out of town. The citizens of whatever village gawk in the air as the Red Lion rushes over head, their voices indistinct, but oddly becoming clearer as the lion closes the distance. ]
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Cautiously, but urgently the young woman begins to lift off from the ground, into the air just at the top of the tree line, looking for signs of the ship's path. If she had to guess, the village, and any possible witnesses that could tell him all about the hostile life form that had invaded their home.
The girl makes a split second decision, dropping back down below the canopy and starting quickly in the direction of the village once more, but taking a stealthier approach once she's closer, spying to survey the situation, see what she could learn. Who IS this new arrival and what did they want? Their ship did not resemble that of one of the Galra... ]
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Enter Lance, stage right, no helmet on, approaching a villain that had gathered at the square with curious awe and interest. Each villager's breath is held as he approaches, and offers a little laugh. ] Hah, tense crowd today, huh? 'Scuse me, pardon me, looking good there, miss.
[ At last he comes to the center, stepping up on the edge of a well. He looks oddly excited for a moment, and then begins. ] Hello people of this planet! Judging by the look in your eyes, you're all wondering who the heck I am! Well, ladies and gents, ever heard of a thing called Voltron???
[ And so the murmurs begin, the name repeated over and over again. The excitement rises. ] YEAH, that's right. Voltron. And you are looking at the right hand of Voltron, the tougher of fists, the holder of the sword: Thats right, the one and only Red Paladin of Voltron. And... getting onto serious business, I'm here to deliver a message: The Galra Ship outside your planet–right about there yonder??–has been defeated, and you all should be free of Galra control from now on.
[ Stunned silence, and suddenly cheers. The village of strangers cheer and clap, rushing to Lance with questions, the whole while his face bright with happiness and excitement to match the people around him. Amongst the commotion it's impossible to tell what else he might be saying, but some of his actions are obvious; taking a selfie with the village, shaking the hand of someone who looks to be a leader of their people, schmoozing on a girl here and there but only for a second as business must be tended to.
There's talk of a feast, but Lance admits he can't say long enough. He'd like to talk with the Elder of the village privately for a minute before he goes; still the festivities would be held, and people disperse to begin the celebration. A small collective remain around Lance, curious of him and his story as much as the watcher from the shadows. He has a good look to him as he speaks naturally–amiable, comfortable, a little goofy. He's wondering if there were any Galra encampments that needed to be taken care of, and also asks if they had seen anything strange in the last day or so. ]
Sorry for the delay, this week has been a weird one for my focus. :(
As he approaches and then addresses the crowd she's unable to make out anything that he says until she hears the word Voltron. THAT one she recognizes. Galra, too. The people's reaction tells plenty, but whether that bodes ill or well for her she doesn't know.
Just as she's contemplating on her next course of action she hears the alarmed scream from her left. Whipping her glowing gaze around she sees the straggling villager pointing to her, yelling something in their alien language, and fleeing back the way they'd come. With her cover blown she has little choice but to step out into the open. Her stance is definitely defensive. ]
"It's her! She's the wrathful one that attacked the neighboring village! You must protect us!"
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[ lance turns around, perplexed and a little concerned. ][ In the least smooth way possible. He pauses a moment, observant, before approaching. His step is easy, almost a swagger as he approaches. ] Hey! Miss. What's a beautiful lady like you doing on a planet like this? You look... totally different from the locals. Lemme guess.... Tchvari? No.... Fjrodian. I'm right, right?
[ Though his guard looks wide open, he's definitely got his own defenses up. Who could say what he's looking at? ]
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Still, her answer is well intended, however aggressive she sounds. It's simply the nature of her people, and the nature of the language of Tamaraneans. A simple warning may very well sound like a threat. ]
Stay back, I do not wish to harm you, but I will if you force my hand!
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[ He only knows a couple of languages, and so he repeats this in those that he knows: ] I mean no harm. [ It's something he remembered asking Coran for, always more than a little eager to help people who might be out of his reach. His hands go up defensively to show her he's no enemy at least.
His hand reaches for his bayard, summoning it at his hip and then pushing on it. A chip comes off, and he motions an underhanded throw to her. ] Catch?
[ It's a mini translator, so once it's in her hand, things should start making sense. ]
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Well. You know, there it is. He's making it surprisingly difficult to feel suspicious about his intentions when he's going out of his way to understand her. The young woman is more than fine with that idea since she'd rather not add to her list of enemies. The Galra she's pissed off in the past two days are more than enough, thank you.
Her eyes, still glowing, narrow warily on the object in his hand. It could be an explosive of some kind, but since he hasn't come across as aggressive yet she'll try to give him some sort of benefit of the doubt. Besides, it isn't as if it could hurt her, she reasons, but probably better still to play it cautious. Her hands are still bound, regardless, so with a moment of consideration she finally relents with a curt nod but gestures towards the ground with the end of her cuffs. She didn't understand the word he said, but the gesture itself is clear enough, universal enough. ]
Place the device on the ground and step back.
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So I'll just set this here then??? [ Beeeending over.. .. seeetttttiinnng it down. His motions are, as it seems, fluid and cautious, not so much for his own safety. He'd rather not alarm someone who looks this upset; for her own and other's safety. So once the device is there, his bayard disappears at his side again and he points it out with both fingers and a pursed lip before slipping back. ]
See? Harmless!
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Waiting until he's stepped back before stepping forward herself, Starfire slowly stoops towards the trianglular shape with a barely hidden curiosity. ]
What is the- [ She begins, still in Tamaranean, but then sounding more and more clear with each moment. ] -purpose of this small device?
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[ Uhhhh, let's make that lame gesture look like slightly more cool and holster those deadly finger guns. ] I'm one of the paladins of Voltron and I'm currently trying to figure out what happened to a Galran Ship in this sector. You know anything about it?
[ Based on the cuffs, he should have figured a lot sooner that she was involved but.... well. Let's just say this isn't Lance's brightest moment. ]
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Ah, well, they're still pretty inhuman, in color, but not in shape or size. Her body language and posture ease up slowly, straightening somewhat out of her coiled position. Even though those eyes have yet to leave Lance (the villagers are no threat to her, nor she to them so long as it remains thus) there's less of an edge to her tone when she speaks this time, if just marginally. ]
Voltron...? I have heard this name, but it is unfamiliar.
[ One thing she DOES recognize, however, is the "Galran" bit. Tensing again, she can't help but brace for the possibility of a fight, should it turn out he doesn't care for her answer. None the less when she speaks it she does so without fear or hesitance, not even so much as flinching. ]
I am what happened to their ship. I wished to leave. The Galra did not agree with my decision. I showed them the errors of their choice.
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[ He pauses a moment, thinking. ] you mind if I come over to help with those cuffs? I can't unlock them but I can probably break them in half at least so you can move around.
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Very well.
[ She stands down, in a manner of speaking, at least losing some of the aggression in her stance and allowing him to approach. Whether or not she thanks him depends on if he's good to his word, in her mind. ]
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[ He brings the muzzle of the weapon directly up to the center of the binds, a brief whirl picking up before the laser shoots out, breaking the lock. The machine, lacking it's primary components, loses its hold on her wrists and fall to the ground. He mutters to himself: ] Oh sweet, better than I expected. –I mean, Just as planned, [ he covers with a suave tone in his voice. ]
So, now that you're unbound in every sense... Might I get the name of the lovely lady before me?