revivalproject | [Open] A Glitter Pilot

WHO: Gladiolus Amicitia, Open
WHERE: The Glitter Food
WHAT: Exploration of the new ships
WHEN: December 4th to 11th
WARNINGS: N/A

I. A New Bridge | The Bridge

The space is a lot more expansive than what he'd known before, and Gladio smiles as he takes a stroll around the bridge. His fingers brush over display panels, run over seats, glide on slick metal.

"Nice," he says to himself as he sits down in one of the pilot chairs, stretching himself out like he owns the place. In a way he supposes he does, for now. Him and Keith, pilots together. Seems a good choice given how often they'd fought together while traveling, hunting, or just spent time together otherwise.

For now, though, he heard a noise indicating someone at the door to the bridge. Maybe they were with one of the datapoints that allowed access and the door would slide open to Gladio sitting there, grinning to himself. Or perhaps he gets the chance to go full on sci-fi TV show and press a key on the arm even as he says 'Enter'.

Listen, he wasn't a nerd in quite the way Noctis or Prompto were, but he was really enjoying this.

II. Something Like Camping | Forest Near The Beach

Does he have his own room here? Yes. Is Gladio likely to use it when he's going to stay with Noctis? No. Really, it just seems right when working with that knowledge to strip the bedding from the bed in the room he isn't going to use and head right into the forested area.

Not an hour later there he is, under a rope and cloth tent, stretched out on his back, book in hand, reading.

If he's going to be stuck here, he's going to catch up on what meager offering of books he can get. How strange he must look is of no concern to him, of course. This was just what he wanted to be doing.

III. There's No Drinks Here | 'The Deep End'

"What the hell?"

Gladio has been searching the place for fifteen minutes. This is clearly Cayde's bar, meant to be. But what is there? Nothing. Not even a red fruit drink dispenser.

"We're trapped on here for however long because the music makes it hard to leave, and there's not even any drinks?"

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Yeah, it was. Worlds bigger. Bigger than anything Gladio could ever imagine. Of course he'd never been on the Agrii ships so he has no scale reference.

"A lot. I'm glad we'll be able to work together on flying this. And more crew space if something goes wrong."

It will be nice.

Keith had seen a few large ships in his time. The Atlas, the Castle of Lions, the Marsiva, the Iskaulit... These two were in that category, definitely. He gave Gladio a quick smirk and then nodded.

"Yeah. It's always good to have a back up."

They could split the work if needed, too, which would be a good thing. Yes, Keith could be a bit of a back-seat pilot, but he didn't mind sharing.

"Better for a smooth flight," he agrees, smiling. It's like a copilot in a car, but more intense. But, the good news is this...

"You're experienced with ships, right? I'm happy to be your backup if you've got experience. Keep my eyes on things, relay orders, watch for things we need to send people to repair."

And to spell Keith when the kid is tired. Seems reasonable to him.

Keith nodded.

"Yeah..." he said. "Started in a high school program back home, but I'm also pretty familiar with the Drift Fleet ships we had, and I haven't used another data point since the pilot one in the hangar." He walked over, looking at the console. It was weird how he knew how to use it despite never having seen it before, but... he was kind of getting used to that feeling now after spending so much time both here and in Drift Fleet. It was a little different than it had been with Voltron, when the Lions kind of... 'told' him what to do.

"But, hey, if you ever want to take over for the practice, too, I'm cool with that. It doesn't have to be me all the time." Honestly, he'd gotten better at sharing the load than he used to be.

"I'd be happy to," Gladio says with a nod. "Barely even got to handle driving myself in a car back home. Professional bodyguard and all of that, most important that I be close to my protectee."

To his prince. So usually someone else did the driving.

"That and long legs. Always causes a problem. But Shiva's tits these seats are comfortable."

Keith nodded. He could understand that sense of obligation. He laughed at the other part.

"I don't know about long legs specifically." Keith was only maybe six feet tall on a good day, a tiny bit above average, and hardly the tallest Paladin on the team. It was kind of amusing considering both his parents were tall, but hybridization was weird. "But, they're definitely pretty comfortable."

He leaned in to take a closer look at things, poking around a bit at the bridge as they talked.

"I wonder if we'll be taking these out soon..." he mused. "The smaller ones were handy to jump between towns from time to time, especially if something happens to the train, but these are kind of big for trips like that. They're better suited for longer trips into space."

Who knows, maybe Keith just didn't have his full growth yet. That was always possible.

As for if they were using them soon, Gladio gestured at the little ominous card.

"I'd say we are. Don't know how else to take that."

Maybe! Galra aged slower than humans, and no one could really say for sure how his particular combination of DNA was going to work because he was so far the only known Galra/Earthling hybrid.

Keith tilted his head, peering at said card. Huh...

"'Soon'... just... 'soon'?" He frowned. "Weird."

It was definitely Agrii writing.

"I don't know if that should be ominous or not." Keith chuckled, but there was a slightly nervous undertone.

"Yeah, but it's not like they are very clear in communications most of the time," Gladio sighs.

Still, he's going to read this as 'soon something will happen'. Which means he's going to get ready.

"Could be a threat. After the volcano went off, maybe soon is 'soon everything will burn so we gave you ships to live in space too'."

[Open] A Glitter Pilot

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