The craziest show in the galaxy, yup.

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Who: Takashi Shirogane, Keith, Lance, Katie “Pidge” Holt, and whoever else gets dragged into this madness.
When: November 10th (with possible additions later for Curti Center run ins)
Where: the Dream Width, and see above
What: When all save the former Black Paladin get pulled into the Dream Width within the span of a morning, it becomes an Adventure retrieving them.
Warnings/Notes: Spoilers up to the end of Season 7 of Voltron: Legendary Defender. Also game shows. I’ll add more if anything shows up.

It’s shortly after midnight when all three signals are caught by the Curti Center’s radar. Prior to that, however, there is another sign: the barriers of both Red and Green go down as both mechanical lions stir, a low rumble of a growl echoing among the two of them. Black looks up and roars. They’re back, but in trouble. Yet like with the two disappearances among their team before, there is no sign whatsoever of what lies ahead.

Just a signal, and three lions that desperately want to get off the ground and fly to their paladins.

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[A week. That parses from what he recalls from the haze of memories, yet it still hits him like the news of the three weeks they'd spent trying to restore power to the Lions and wait for Shiro to recover from, well, death... had been three decaphoebs. He keeps it locked up within him for now. He may be injured, but he is their leader.

Hazy memories of lying on the floor of Black's cockpit and hearing Shiro's voice before light pressure rested on his chest comes back to him as Shiro lifts him off the ground. He doesn't let go.]

You saved me first. [And kept doing it. His own paladin, regardless of if he flies a lion anymore or not. He has a bigger ship, now.] Glad to be back. Could have waited a couple weeks back home, though.

[Just so he could probably be walking on his own two feet to the lounge instead. He leans into his shoulder.]

[spaceforged]

Then you'd miss this. [Shiro smiles quietly as he leans in and presses a kiss to his forehead.] We saved each other.

[He murmurs as the door to the lounge looms ever closer. He subtly adjusts his hold to allow his lover to learn more of his weight against his chest. He catches sight of the massive ship outside collected up in colors he never thought he'd see again.

There's no mistaking the Garrison's mark on a ship.] ...and maybe you can explain this 'Atlas' outside.

[The Center had let him know something was in the dream width that resonated with him. They'd found Keith, Lance, and Pidge....just before the vast shape of the ship. He can feel it just at the edge of his thoughts. Exactly like the Black Lion.]

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I would. [A quiet smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he leans more against his chest.] Using my own words, Takashi?

[It's not wrong, though. They have a habit of watching each other's backs. One that probably makes even more sense now to the others than before. He traces Shiro's jaw with a finger before his hand falls back over his abdomen and he turns his head to take a look outside.

... Oh.] The IGF-Atlas is the answer the Garrison built from melding Earthling and Altean tech into one ship to act as a deep space base of operations. It can house all the personnel and equipment, and has hanger bays designed to charge both Lion and MFEs in seconds. They finished it not long before we returned to Earth, save the power source. [He looks back to meet Shiro's gaze.] You become it's captain and figure out how to turn it into a giant mech. Voltron's the size of it's lower leg.

[spaceforged]

[He stares at the Atlas again. He hasn’t been wrong, it’s an Earth ship but. Silence falls as he comes to a stop and stands there. He always knew his days as a Paladin were over. But the idea that he got his own ship and served as their commander instead. Not just their commander but the heavy fire power support...

His eyes are bright as he turns away from the view and steps into the lounge.] The size of its lower leg.

...MFEs?

[Combat fighters. MFs he can recall but MFEs sounds like a second fighting force and that takes him by surprise. He carries Keith over to the lounge couch and he smiles down at him.]

Let’s get you patched up. Shall we?

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[He watches Shiro's face. While he doesn't doubt that Shiro will love it, seeing his eyes brighten at the thought almost makes his heart skip a beat. It may take a little while for him to reach the point he was at where Keith last remembers, but he has faith in him.

...And he could make a compensation joke, but he already knows the truth about that one. So, instead:] Congratulations, Captain.

[Just- don't pick up Black like a misbehaving cub once they figure out how to do that here, if they do. Please.]

One of the projects Commander Holt started so earth would have a fighting chance, along with mimicking the Castle's defenses to shield the base. Short-range fighters modified with Altean tech piloted by four cadets: Kinkade, Leifsdottir, Rizavi, and their team leader, Griffin.

[Yes, that Griffin. He's still a little surprised how they haven't been at each other's throats, but then... he's changed a lot since leaving Earth. Sure, he still has a temper problem, but he's more sure of himself.

Well, so much for privacy later. He has a Feeling that Futaba at least is going to want to talk to him after what Pictation brought up.]

May as well while Futaba takes care of Lance. [...Why is he suddenly filled with an awful sense of foreboding?]

[spaceforged]

[He raises an eyebrow at the list of names. He knows them all and their outdated records. Griffin. James Griffin.

He can recall the stickler for the rules in a way that reminds him of Adam reminding him to stay still out of the side of his mouth. The two of them talking under their breath and Adam’s constant calm. Until he wasn’t calm but those moments were rare.
Keith is a flame. Adam is the water that has a surprise under tow.]

We can have privacy later, when we get you cleaned up. [Shiro lays him down on the couch and sits down beside him. Pale light curls up inside his mind and he focuses on it turning it into a thin white line. He lets the power spill out down his arm as he rests his hand on Keith’s stomach.]

I imagine they both want to talk to you.

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[Keith sighs; irritated, but not in a state to argue the point. So he shifts slightly, until the hand on his stomach stops him. Violet seeks out grey as he studies the other's face; a determined fire burning brighter in his gaze as Shiro's magic begins mending what Futaba's didn't. He needs to get back up on his feet soon and back to work on what this world needs. There's more than just their team, their family, to protect.]

Don't doubt it, with those memory leaks. [He is already bracing himself for the conversation with Lance in particular. Not because of what it'll bring up for him - he's more than accepted his past and been determined to not let it define him any longer - but he knows how important family is to him. And he'd never said a word about his save wanting to find his mother.

He rests a hand over Shiro's.] I'll be fine. So will Lance and Pidge. [Much as both he and Lance especially don't look it.] We were on the mend at the Garrison hospital last I remember.