Slow me down

[quintessent]

Who: Allura (quintessent) & Various
What: Nov/Dec Catchall + Quests!
When: November/December. After Dranbu
Where: Various
Warning(s): N/A



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I just typed a tag and accidentally hit "back" and lost it so this thread is cursed now.

[quintessent]

My castleship was made over ten-thousand years ago. Ten-thousand, six-hundred, if I'm being precise. It's a little old fashioned by now, but it still stands up against the worst of the Galra fleet in a fight.

[A beat.] Rather, it used to.

[Ah, but this isn't the time to be upset about ships that are no more. Her tone brightens,]

I forgot that you are from a timeline different from Lance and the others. And with faster-than-light travel! [She's really not trying to sound low key condescending, it's hard when you're part of the most Extra advanced alien species, but she also sounds quite excited about being able to talk about this with anyone, really. She's not a scientist, but people who understand space-travel on a cultural level are few and far between here,] And you were a Captain, correct?

oh god......

[1701]

[ Jim's become adept at dealing with Vulcans, the most stoic, condescending, long-lived jerkwads in the Alpha Quadrant, so a little elitism from an energetic (young?????) woman is no problem at all. He likes Allura. ]

Are your ships for large crews, or are they one-man operations?

[ Seems there's an even wider variety of tech out there than even living beings, sometimes. ]

Mm. I'd like to think I still am, seeing as my job was to explore the galaxy and make contact with new worlds. There are two other Starfleet officers here, and my entire crew in stasis, so I'm just ... on a weird, long away mission.

[ A half dozen shimmery fish with neon eyes flit by, swirling near them then darting away. ]

[quintessent]

We have both. My castleship was built to house many people, much like Thesa. [But better.] Within, we had flight-decks with smaller shuttles, and of course the Lions- that is, the ships that the other paladins of Voltron and myself pilot, meant for combat.

[It's a clunky description, but she's learned that Voltron doesn't immediately mean anything to most people she's met here.

She watches the glint of the silvery fish as they filter around the two divers, their reflective scales shining teal in the dim light of Allura's armor. She holds a hand out to see if they will swim between her fingers, but the movement causes them to scatter into the murky depths around them. It seems like even the frozen waters of Nadril are full of life,

She chuckles,] I suppose that's true. As much as I am still a princess, even if I carry no sovereignty here.