theshipyard | ✨ .//. Starfire

[ It's the sound of a ship that finally gets through her frustration enough to catch Koriand'r's attention. Her gaze whips upwards just as the large mechanical cat type ship flies past overhead, the rush of wind with its passing blowing her hair back into her face for a moment and making her look away again. She misses seeing where it went because of that, but given its size it should be easy enough to spot, especially amidst all this green... Perhaps there's an opportunity to be had here, if the metal of that ship is stronger than the metal of her restraints, maybe she can break them open against IT?

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... ]

[ Prepare to watch..... mostly a shameful display of pomp and overconfidence.

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. ]

[ Frowning, the princess observes as a lone pilot emerges from the ship. Perplexing, given the vessel's size, but perhaps not entirely strange considering it looks like a specialized craft.

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!"

Huh?

[ 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? ]

[ The blue armored one is walking her way, and she for her part has no idea what he's saying. He doesn't SOUND aggressive or dangerous, but she isn't about to underestimate any potential opponent.

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!

Not really into the common tongue stuff, huh? Alright, alright.

[ 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. ]

[ It sounds vaguely familiar, similar perhaps, but not identical. Enough for her to be able to tell he's attempting to communicate calmly.

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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No catch?? Uh... Oh, cuffs, uh.... You guys understand her at all?? [ He looks back at the villagers from before, who have slowly crept a little closer out of sheer curiosity. ] Alright, totally clueless. Awesome.

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!

[ Totally clueless. No help there, unfortunately, though they do offer almost comedic reactions as they exchange looks and shrug, like they honestly have to check and see if their neighbor is secretly a master of guttural alien tongue. Meanwhile the redhead is waiting with surprising patience, and simply regards Lance's actions with what seems like stoic silence. In reality she's grateful for the break. Fighting while being bound thus is very frustrating, so the less of it she has to do the happier she is.

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?

[ Lance, a little too automatically, snaps his fingers and finger guns at her. ] So you and me can do a lil' chit chat.

[ 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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[ For a moment she actually looks surprised, and as she realizes she can understand him, and his intentions finally start to become a little more clear (strangely enough the finger guns actually helped, the gesture so strange and foreign and somewhat odd that she can't help but think he's at least a little bit harmless and dorky, with possible apologies to his ego). Finally, she allows herself to relax just a bit. To start with, her eyes finally lose their hostile glow, revealing...

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.

Dang, girl, [ First response to it all. ] That explains the cuffs. You did a number of that ship, lemme just say.

[ 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.

[ "Did a number"...? She wants to ask which number he's referring to, but thinks better of it, priorities and all. When he offers to help with the cuffs, though, that sounds more her speed. She looks wary for a moment, but ultimately decides that he MAY be able to be trusted... ]

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. ]

Alrighty.... Hold your hands out like this? [ He leans in such a way to direct Starfire to push her arms away from her body and to the right. Assuming she'll abide by as much, he reaches back to his side to bring his bayard back out, quickly transforming into a gun. ] Okay, hold still and try not to sneeze!

[ 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?

✨ .//. Starfire » Teen Titans

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Sorry for the delay, this week has been a weird one for my focus. :(

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