WHO: victor nikiforov (genice), k-2so (k_2so), shiro (bayarm) WHERE: mainly Oros and a cargo ship WHEN: 1st - 4th of February WHAT: victor and shiro go down to the planet to rescue aliens and pick up a droid as well. WARNINGS: well, genocide.
[ shiro barely notices the ill-effects of entering into the planet's atmosphere. it's not quite as smooth as it would be in a lion, but he's been in far worse situations and this is the kind of thing he's received ample training for even before becoming a paladin of voltron and everything that has entailed. he notices that victor isn't taking it as easily, but it isn't something he's going to linger on right now. if it becomes a problem, he hopes victor will tell him.
instead, he gestures at one monitor that is showing a number of little red dots on a greyscale and abstract reproduction of oros' surface structure. ]
I'm going to head to the closest cluster of life forms. [ unless victor has a better suggestion, that is. ]
( Victor mouths an "oh," glancing down at the monitor in question. with all that being indicated on there, his lips are pressed into a thin line. what will be the most inequitable of situations might be in aiming into the midst of those clustered life forms. )
Do we have a plan if there's too many who try to board?
( he doesn't like asking this. his tone of voice is so very flat, his displeasure is part of his own delivery of the question: what will they do, if they are unable to communicate there are only limited measures they may provide for the escape? panic and fear do not make communication easier. he can simply hope, and believe, that they'll meet with understanding for the hideous nature of the decisions they must make. )
I'm not sure we can plan for that with just the two of us. I can try to do crowd control, but even with this, I'm only one person, and I don't want to hurt anyone while we're trying to rescue them.
[ with "this" he means his galra arm, but he realises a moment later that victor can't know what the arm can do. so he adds, jaw clenching briefly: ] It's weaponized. [ which is very useful, but shiro wishes he still had his own arm, that it hadn't been replaced with galran technology.
( all signs of tension in an already tense situation. Victor's eyes slide toward Shiro, then away again. he can't imagine what that's like. he hasn't been a weapon of anything other than a certain kind of media and image for his country through the platform of his sport, and it was never so sharp, for the most part. weaponized prosthetics is an almost super-soldier style fancy he wouldn't be fond of if he had time to slow down and think about it.
they don't have that time. he doesn't allow himself to think except in a detached way, understanding basics of crowd control and locking down how he might feel about it best as he can. )
Head for the fringe of the groups. Smaller numbers are less risk. We don't have clear communication with the Orosians and we're running on limited time. I'm sorry, but I just don't think landing in the middle of a big group is going to be most helpful.
( not with just the two of them and one weaponized arm. )
[ victor hardly reacts, and shiro is glad for it. he doesn't particularly want to explain what happened, nor would he be able to because he still doesn't remember most of it.
he gives victor a nod; it's good thinking even if shiro hates that it's necessary at all. ] I don't think we'll manage to fit more than four or five into the ship at any given time. Maybe six. [ he points to a spot on the screen where three dots are moving. ] I'll set down there first.
( pitiful numbers, that handful, but he nods. he doesn't have to be happy about any of this to be facing its reality. )
Five, then. At least five. Starting with these three.
( it isn't enough. but it's going to have to be; three lives are better than zero. are better than what awaits the rest of this world. (though is survival going to be any easier?)
[ five it's not a lot, but if they can make more than one trip before it all goes to hell entirely, maybe they can save more. and they're not the only team down here, trying to save people. shiro tries to find solace in that, but it's a bitter and desperate thing nonetheless. ]
I'll bring her down now. [ is all the warning he gives victor before tipping the nose of the ship downward and beginning their descend properly, toward those three life signs. ]
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instead, he gestures at one monitor that is showing a number of little red dots on a greyscale and abstract reproduction of oros' surface structure. ]
I'm going to head to the closest cluster of life forms. [ unless victor has a better suggestion, that is. ]
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Do we have a plan if there's too many who try to board?
( he doesn't like asking this. his tone of voice is so very flat, his displeasure is part of his own delivery of the question: what will they do, if they are unable to communicate there are only limited measures they may provide for the escape? panic and fear do not make communication easier. he can simply hope, and believe, that they'll meet with understanding for the hideous nature of the decisions they must make. )
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[ with "this" he means his galra arm, but he realises a moment later that victor can't know what the arm can do. so he adds, jaw clenching briefly: ] It's weaponized. [ which is very useful, but shiro wishes he still had his own arm, that it hadn't been replaced with galran technology.
that they hadn't turned him into a weapon. ]
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they don't have that time. he doesn't allow himself to think except in a detached way, understanding basics of crowd control and locking down how he might feel about it best as he can. )
Head for the fringe of the groups. Smaller numbers are less risk. We don't have clear communication with the Orosians and we're running on limited time. I'm sorry, but I just don't think landing in the middle of a big group is going to be most helpful.
( not with just the two of them and one weaponized arm. )
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he gives victor a nod; it's good thinking even if shiro hates that it's necessary at all. ] I don't think we'll manage to fit more than four or five into the ship at any given time. Maybe six. [ he points to a spot on the screen where three dots are moving. ] I'll set down there first.
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Five, then. At least five. Starting with these three.
( it isn't enough. but it's going to have to be; three lives are better than zero. are better than what awaits the rest of this world. (though is survival going to be any easier?)
(that's not his call to make.) )
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I'll bring her down now. [ is all the warning he gives victor before tipping the nose of the ship downward and beginning their descend properly, toward those three life signs. ]