//Silence// Pidge x Male! Reader

Rise of Voltron | Part 1

Narrators POV

"Galaxy Garrison flight log 5-11-14. Begin descent to Kerberos for rescue mission." says a tall boy at the controls, jerking the ship while decending.

a larger boy with dark brown hair and a bandana tied around his forehead is at the back of the ship is trying to keep himself steady. "Augh. Lance, can you keep this thing straight?"

"Relax, Hunk, I'm just getting a feel for the stick. I mean it's not like I did this!" lance teases as he jerkes the ship for a second time "Or this!" he says jerking the ship around once again. Hunk groans in pain.

"Okay... unless you want to wipe beef stroganoff out of all the little nooks and crannies in this thing, you'd better KNOCK IT OFF, MAN!" he yells at lance, trying to keep himself from throwing up.

A slightly tall boy with white hair and a scar running across his right eye starts signing -'stop fighting'- to the two. Lance decides to tell him to "lighten up will ya' (Y/N)?" after saying that he recieves a glare from (Y/N) as he looks away, annoyed with lance's antics.

A smaller boy with chessnut hair and glasses activates his monitor. "We've picked up a distress beacon!" "All right, look alive, team! Pidge, track coordinates." "Copy."

The ship starts to rumble and alarms blare.

Hunk again yells at Lance "Knock it off, Lance, please!" "Oh this one's on you, buddy. We've got a hydraulic stabilizer out." Lance calmly states, not looking away from where he was flying.

Hunk then pulls up a monitor, looking queasy. "Oh no—"

he then chokes down his vomit (gross)

Lance looks back at Hunk for a second with a slightly annoyed look on his face "Oh, no—Fix now, puke later!"Lance yells looking back infront of him. "I lost contact. The shaking is interfering with our sensors." pidge states in a panic while (Y/N) is attempting to fix the problem from his spot next to lance.

"Come on, Hunk!" Lance yells once again to Hunk. "It's not responding. Ugh..." Hunk says as he unbuckles his seatbelt to fix the stabilizer. Lances's monitor then activates as (Y/N) is trying to tell him something. "Oh, never mind, fellas. Thar she blows. Preparing for approach on visual." Lance says, ignoring the cold glare (Y/N) is giving him. "I don't think that's advisable with our current mechanical and... gastrointestinal issues." Pidge states reffering to hunk in the back, choking down vomit again.

"Agreed." Hunk agrees trying to calm himself. "Stop worrying. This baby can take it. Can't you, champ?" Lance says as he pats the ship, the ship in return rumbles violently.

Lance looks uneasy "Uh, see? She was—she was nodding. She was nodding. Pidge, hail down to them and let them know their ride is here."

Pidge unbuckles the seatbelt to reach the microphone above him. "Attention lunar vessel—Uwah!!!" the ship jerks as he falls and collides with the floor.

(Y/N) looks at him worried, signing -'are you okay?'- not getting a reply as pidge gets himself off the floor.

"What are you doing? Buckle your belt. (Y/N) focus! And Hunk, stop that shaking!" Lance scolds starting to look worried. "I-I'm try—ah-ah o-oh no—!" Hunk tries to say before vomiting in the main gearbox and the rumbling stops.

Pidge, back in his seat, speaks into the microphone."Attention lunar vessel, this is Galaxy Garrison Rescue Craft One Victor Six Three Tango. Coming in for landing and extraction, against crew recommendations." he informs, giving lance a glare at the end.

"Uh, no time for your mutinous comments now, Pidge. They're going under and we're going in." Lance dives the simulator towards the surface of Kerberos, (Y/N) shaking his head 'No' at lance in panic.