forum Voltron Legendary Defender (OC'S ONLY)

Started May 08, 2018 by Deleted user

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He stands, stretching. He winces in pain. The cut had been deep. Really deep, and he didn't have the proper equipment to heal the cut in his side.

"You sure that cuts fine?" Zanna asked him.

A fake alarm went off in Gwen's head. That's fifteen minutes.. She stood up from her chair, stretching and realizing how out of shape she was. This should be fun… She ran out of the room, almost surprised by the brightness of outside. Gwen threw on a bag that she kept for emergencies and hopped into a small grey and orange ship, throwing her bag on the floor of it. The ship could barely fit five people, so she hoped whoever she was rescuing consisted of just a few.

He nods, "Yeah. It just needs time to heal." He mutters.

Zanna nodded. She was exhausted, "I'm taking a nap. Wake me if help comes."

Gwen pulled up the distress map after taking flight. Shoot. I'm going to have to go through hyperspace to get to them… She wasn't a big fan of traveling through hyperspace, and it gave her headaches. She sighed before pushing a few buttons and speeding up.

"Or you know," Zanna added on, "We land somewhere. Either works."

He shrugs. "I guess." they pull out of hyperspace.

"Thanks," Zanna leaned back and closed her eyes.

Gwen pulled out of hyperspace, her head spinning. I'm gonna throw up…. She thought to herself, but she managed to keep it all in. She massaged her temples as she stared at the screen to the right of her, following the tracker the distress signal had created.

He nods, sighing softly. The wound on his arm was fine, the waist was what needed attention and he didn;t know of any place he could get help with the injuries. The galra had already taken over more than half of what the past voltron had freed.

She hit a small blue button, one that would broadcast her voice to whoever had sent the signal. "My name is Gwendolyn Potters. I heard your distress signal." She waited for a response.

"Oh thank god…" he hurries to the communications, "Yes, hi. This is Alexander. My home planet was attacked. I sent the transmission out due to casualties." He answers.

Gwen nodded to herself after hearing Alexander respond. "Are you still in need of assistance?" She continued to quote the lines she memorized for a situation like this.

Zanna leaned up and yawned, she walked over to the comms. She grabbed the microphone, "I'm Zanna on the same ship. there's only two of us on the ship and other survivors at the moment are unknown. Our ship is in working condition and we have one injured, any help would be greatly appreciated."

"I'll be right there." Gwen nodded, continuing to follow the red dot flashing on her map. In the distance she saw a larger ship, and she sped towards it.

Alex leans back in his chair, his arm draped over his stomach.

Gwen reached the other ship and stopped alongside it. "I'm going to need some way to get on board your ship." She spoke through the intercom, realizing that she didn't have a space suit.

"You can link at the bottom of the ship. Opening hangar now." He says into the com.

Zanna looked to Alex, "Is there a way to open a corridor between the two ships?"

"Yeah." He answers, flipping a switch.

Gwen nodded, speeding to the hangar of the ship. She carefully docked her small pod inside it, hitting another button that removed the distress signal from the radar.

Zanna sat back down, "Two distress signals in one day. New record for me."

Jonathan sat in the front seat of the blue lion. He sighed, as he had just come out of hyperspace. He looked at the distress signal that had brought him there, and– it disappeared. Groaning slightly, Jonathan continued his way carefully, trying to remember where it had just been.

Nonie sat stressing in the green lion.
"I can't believe i just left them behind. Should I go back and save them? but that puts the lion at risk. Where am i even going?" She cried. A radar on the screen suddenly started flashing.
"What is it green? Another lion?" Nonie asked. The green lion took off, somewhat flying itself.