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[ The view from the Garrison watchtower is, in a word, haunting. The base was surrounded by desert on all sides for miles, but where the familiar call of coyotes and other mightlife would have accented the night, there are only the chilling moans of the undead in the distance. Ever present, ever hungry. The sky isn't faring much better. Where bright stars from hundreds and thousands of light years away once shone, there are only thick plumes of smoke from the pyres burning where all the infected are being reduced to ash.

Keith stares at nothing in particular, mind swimming in a thick miasma of disbelief and anger. Hands balled into tight fists, he suppresses the urge to yell into the desert. Can't do that -- not without potentially attracting more of them to this one decimated compound that was once the finest aeronautics and space research facility that Earth had to offer.

Keith sighs, expression faltering with regret. He should be in bed, of course. Sleeping. Because now more than ever, everyone has a particular role to play and deviations from scheduling can mean the difference between everyone getting ripped apart and devoured or everyone living to see another miserable day. All the same, when he hears someone approaching, he doesn't try to hide. Seeing who it is, however, he wonders if that might have been the better option after all. ]

... oh.

[ What else is there to say? ]

f is for family

into the abyss

[By all accounts they are lucky to have escaped Ranveig's base unharmed, though the uncertainty of their voyage through the Quantum Abyss remains more than just a little troubling. The large creature who is serving as their transport vessel has shown no signs of aggression, and the local atmosphere it creates is enough to promote an ecosystem of its own -- a scientific marvel, really, but Keith can't say that he's feeling especially inspired to conduct field research.

His priorities as a Blade are that of a soldier -- scout, identify a base of operations, keep stock of any potential resources in their environment, neutralize any threats. If they are to complete this mission, after all, they have to survive. With gravity in the area distorting space-time itself, it's difficult to say exactly how long it's been by the time the come across a structure that might pass for a cave to rest in.

It's at that point that Keith turns to the paladin of Voltron, then offers a nod.]

We should rest here tonight.

[It's said like a suggestion, though Keith doesn't wait for an answer before he enters the cave. Finding it empty, he sits cross legged on the floor and breathes out heavily. Though he doesn't say it, he wonders what the human is feeling right now lost in the depths of space. In the short time that he's gotten to know them, he's found the human race to be a far more socially based alien species.

But then again, when his mind starts to drift back towards thoughts of their long, uncertain journey, even Keith finds himself a little grateful to have someone to talk to.]

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. ]

is that alright

[It'd been on the back of his mind ever since they agreed that their next step was to return to Earth in order to replace the Castle of Lions, like a ghost silently following him around whenever there isn't something immediately life threatening to hold his attention. For so long he's insisted that there was nothing to go back home to, That by the end of it all he made everyone turn their backs on him and that this was all for the best. It's the only narrative that makes him stop looking at the past and look towards the present and future, and it had served him so well for as long as it lasted.

The return to Earth refuses to be simple though, and barely even before the dust of their destroyed planet had even settled, there'd only been one person in his mind: Griffin. Was he okay? Did he survive this? And then only few minutes later that Garrison car had shown up to pick them up from the ruins of Platt City and that achingly familiar voice had momentarily rendered Keith speechless.

That was just several hours ago, but somehow it feels like a lifetime has passed already between the endless reunions, briefings, status reports and navigating around an entire military's chain of command where it'd only been the paladins before. He doesn't know what to expect from Griffin anymore, but he knows without a doubt that he deserves every single cold look, and grimaces his way through the guy's criticism of his team, somehow knowing it's not even about Hunk, it's him. Griffin wants to yell at him and that's.......

Maybe that's egotistical. Maybe the guy's doing far less thinking about Keith than Keith is doing about him.... and maybe he hopes that's true for Griffin's sake. It's that thought that keeps him from seeking Griffin out on his own. As much as he wants to apologize, he knows not everyone gets to and that not everyone wants one.

Then again that might also just be cowardice in the guise of empathy; Keith doesn't know. But he does know that when Griffin and Veronica turn up unexpectedly at the hangar to help him and Hunk, he's inexplicably, selfishly relieved. They return to the Garrison base without Hunk's parents, but there's a greater sense of resolve in the air. Hunk's going to save his family, they're going to liberate Earth and--]

...James.

[He reaches out grabbing the other boy's arm, heart thudding in his chest.]

Can we talk?

my name is...

[i'll pretty this up later with an appropriate screencap]