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Hand-Eye Coordination
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quintessent[Missions go awry. That much is predictable. The nature of what they do makes the unexpected pretty much a given and it’s why group cohesion is so important. Because when everything else fails, it’s vital to know that there will always be a constant in the form of teammates — the other paladins.
She’d given a speech like that a long time ago. Long before she became one in the same with the other paladins, thrust into the position of a rebellious right hand and sent on a mission to build trust with the new head of Voltron. (Building ‘eye-hand coordination’, as Hunk put it)
Things didn’t go awry as much as they went completely disastrous. What started as basic formation drills (that were already going poorly, with Allura growing increasingly frustrated) turned into an unfortunate run into a space storm, and ended with an emergency landing.
Allura sat in silence, hands on Red’s controls. But no matter how much she willed it, the systems stayed dark. (And, as much as she knows it isn’t, it felt just a little bit personal, given how Red’s been behaving with her). With no sign of a response, she finally releases her grip on the controls, fingers sore from how she’d been white-knuckling them, and she massages her wrists in her lap for a moment before finally pushing herself up from the pilot’s seat.
Keith is already out of his lion by the time Allura joins him, red dust kicking up when her boots hit the ground.]
Is there any response from the Black Lion?
[The answer is obvious enough, but it feels important to ask.]
She’d given a speech like that a long time ago. Long before she became one in the same with the other paladins, thrust into the position of a rebellious right hand and sent on a mission to build trust with the new head of Voltron. (Building ‘eye-hand coordination’, as Hunk put it)
Things didn’t go awry as much as they went completely disastrous. What started as basic formation drills (that were already going poorly, with Allura growing increasingly frustrated) turned into an unfortunate run into a space storm, and ended with an emergency landing.
Allura sat in silence, hands on Red’s controls. But no matter how much she willed it, the systems stayed dark. (And, as much as she knows it isn’t, it felt just a little bit personal, given how Red’s been behaving with her). With no sign of a response, she finally releases her grip on the controls, fingers sore from how she’d been white-knuckling them, and she massages her wrists in her lap for a moment before finally pushing herself up from the pilot’s seat.
Keith is already out of his lion by the time Allura joins him, red dust kicking up when her boots hit the ground.]
Is there any response from the Black Lion?
[The answer is obvious enough, but it feels important to ask.]
