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psl where keith is really fluffy

[ "Go out there. The soldier in the craft is bound to be vulnerable. We need every chance we get to obtain Galran inside information. Take him prisoner."

So far, so good. Going outside into the ruins of Plaht City has become ruins over the last three years of warfare, but with the rest of his team dispatched on a defense mission elsewhere, James certainly finds himself feeling nervous. Scanners hadn't detected any other lifeforms in the area and somehow that makes it worse. It's supposed to be safe. That's never a good sign.

Against his expectations, James manages to reach the crash site without incident. He approaches the spacecraft cautiously, rifle raised. If anything is waiting in there, he'll be ready. ]

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[Keith doesn't know exactly how long it's been since he lost control of a thruster and crash landed in Plattt City. Might've been a few minutes, a few hours -- hard to say, but he knows he's pretty lucky to be alive. Galra fighter jets are built to be durable, but few things want to be hurtling through the atmosphere at terminal velocity.

Instinctively he reaches for the controls, trying to see what's still operational and ahat's completely busted. An attempt to contact the rest of the paladins out in space yields pure static. Frustrated, Keith brings his fist down on a control panel, which inadvertently opens the escape hatch. That's.... one thing, alright.

As he steps towards the emergency exit, he peers out through rhe hull of the jet to peer outside, eyes immediately going round.at the sight of the decimated city scape.

It isn't a thought he's able to dwell on for long as a figure in Garrison (?) gear approaches. Notably, the figure is definitely armed and has a rifle pointed at him. After taking a deep breath, Keith slowly raises his hands.]

Don't shoot. I'm here to help.

[ Raised hands are even more suspicious than the whole rest of the situation. That's not Galra behaviour. And that makes James feel like he's walking into a trap. ]

Yeah, right...

[ He says that one more to himself and then steps closer, rifle aimed at the stranger's head all the while. ]

Step away from the ship. Don't take your hands down.

[It's not visible as Keith's Blade's suit is still projecting a mask over his face, but he frowns, gritting his molars a little. This whole matter would be a lot less complicated if he still appeared the way he used to before the change, but as it is now there's no way his appearance won't raise more questions than it'd answer. He keeps his hands raised as instructed, carefully stepping out of the fighter jet.]

Look. You're with the Galaxy Garrison, aren't you? My name's Keith. I'm one of the paladins of Voltron. I got shot down while doing some reconnaissance. Commander Holt can vouch for me.

[....In theory. Not as though Sam's seen him since his appearance changed either.]

[ That has to be a joke. That has to be a goddamn joke. Galra magic or whatever dark arts they're using. The voice checks out just fine, but there is absolutely no way Keith would have crashed here in a Galra jet. That's not how Voltron's return is supposed to go. They... They have to be mocking them. They know the Garrison yearns for Voltron's return more than anything and this is all a set-up... ]

Take off the mask. Now.

[ His voice has an aggressive edge to it, caused by the tension. ]

[Aaaand here comes the inevitable snag in this whole fucking thing. On the one hand, he's very likely going to be taken to the Garrison for further questioning either way, but he'd still prefer not to be going in chains.]

Alright.

[His own voice has gotten noticeably flat as he moves one of his hands to pull off his hood and deactivate his mask. His expression, once it's visible, is at least a familiar kind of unamused.]

[ Those features are familiar in all the ways they should be and yet they're completely off in others. James feels like he's tripping. Why would the Galra sent an imperfect imitation like this...? They must know it won't work! And yet... ]

What are you playing at?!

[ He raises his voice and menacingly takes another step closer. Adrenaline is rushing in his ears. This isn't possible, none of this is possible. ]

I know the person you're pretending to be. Drop the act!

[His eyes narrow immediately. Now that this Garrison schmuck is talking in more than 2 word sentences, Keith's starting to register something fairly familiar about the guy. Apparently the sentiment entirely mutual, given the rest of the guy's inexplicable outburst.

It clicks into place fairly quickly when he gives it another few seconds of thought, though his expression doesn't grow any friendlier with that rifle still pointed at his head.]

I've complied with every order you've given me. Least you can do is get the rifle out of my face, Griffin.

[ And that's... that's his name. James freezes in his movement. This Keith sounds too real but James hasn't lived this long by being trusting. He needs to keep his guards up or he will die. ]

... tell me something from our childhood. Anything.

[ His voice is lowered again, almost hoarse. ]

[Keith's eyes never leave the rifle, though his expression softens a little with the request. It's been a while since he's thought about that far back into the past and it's strange to think that he actually does still know someone who was part of it.]

The first day I transferred into your class. You came up to me and tried to shake my hand. I refused which seemed to offend you pretty badly.

[Though if the Galra were determined to make a clone of him, this wouldn't be enough. There's simply no way Shiro's clone could have fooled everyone that whole time if he didn't have the original's memories in full. Keith sighs.]

I know I look different. I can tell you what happened, but I don't have an explanation for how. But I swear it's me. If the Galra wanted to send a spy into the Garrison, trust me they could do a lot better than this.

[ For another moment, James hesitates. Only Keith would know this, it's true, but this... it's all too weird to be a reality that can be taken at face value. Sam Holt had told them about Keith's half-Galra status off-hand when he mentioned Keith leaving for the Blade of Mamora, but... this? Nobody ever said anything about big fuzzy and purple.

Finally, James lowers the rifle. ]

Alright. We're going back to the Garrison together. But I'm keeping close watch on you.

What because you don't like the way I look?

[He's relieved the rifle's being lowered and he's not being taken back to the Garrison in cuffs, but there's still only so much suspicion Keith can take before he has to get snippy about it. It's not unfamiliar. Members of the Blades had often said their appearance was both a blessing and a curse. The Galra are less suspicious of their own and fitting in amongst their ranks is much easier for it, but it also came with the price of being hated by the rest of the universe. A burden that they would all have to carry for the many sins of the empire.

Keith understands that. And yet, it's difficult to be empathetic when he's also still trying to adjust to his own alien body. He looks down briefly, sharp canines biting into his lower lip as he walks towards James and his vehicle.]

Sorry its just... this is my home too.

... if you're you, yes.

[ James breathes out and opens the door of his landrover and steps inside. No way in hell is he letting this maybe!Keith get in first and just drive off with it. The moment of having his back turned is unfortunate, but the mission uniform is reinforced and James is trained in combat. He's at least reasonably confident here. ]

The Galra have killed nearly everything I've ever known. I can't afford to get trusting.

[When James boards his landrover, Keith freezes behind him. The message from Sam had made it clear that the Galra were preparing for an invasion of Earth and were in desperate need of back up, but the rest of it had been a giant mystery. Hence the need for reconnaissance.

The ruins of the city around him had been troubling, but it wasn't clear how much of Earth was now either obliterated or under Galran occupation. James' casual revelation has Keith's blood going cold. Instinctively, though belatedly he recognizes this is a bad idea, he grabs James' arm to hold him in place and force eye contact.]

They've what?

[The question comes out almost snarled and his grip is a fair bit tighter than he means for it to be; he's still not really used to his own Galran strength.]

Just how far has the invasion progressed?!

[The continued doubt over his identity and intentions is annoying as fuck, but at the end of the day, it's not like James would've been treating him any better if he looked the way he used to.]

[ James is pulled backwards with surprising force and he has to reconsider all he thought about defending himself, has to think fast to get out--- oh.

The question makes tension drain from his body again. He understands now that he isn't in immediate danger. And looking into Keith's eyes right now makes him believe more than ever before that he's confronted with the real deal. It doesn't make the way his arms are being crushed any more pleasant, but it makes it... understandable. ]

We've lost contact to the rest of the planet years ago. I couldn't tell you how it is going for them, but I assume badly. The Garrison is our only stronghold across America. Everything else is ruins or working colonies.

The invasion isn't progressing, it's basically finished.

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