Pidge and the Hermit (privante for Zhaya Curze)
 

Pidge was hurtling toward the surface the planet below. What started out as a recon mission ended in disaster, she was found by a Galra ship. Her loin was hit and its thrusters were now busted."Come on girl work with me'' said from beneath the control panel trying to restore the power to the thrusters. Soon an alarm went of signaling she she was about to hit the surface. she strapped herself back into the pilots seat the braced for impact. The Loin cashed into the forested planet.

The Galra warship was on patrol when it was encountered by the Green Lion and it's paladin, but after reporting in the incident another ship was dispatched to pick up whatever was left, and whoever survived. Below on the surface a former Galra general, a female, whose battlefield experience had endeared her to her troops was living in exile, she had been "soft" on her troops, she had fought from the front, and fought the emperor to a draw twice. And then she had run into her downfall, a rebellion from within, and although she crushed it, it had doomed her, and now she languished, hidden in the wreckage of her flagship. Concealed from all by ever changing and turbulant storms, as well as nigh impenetrable forest, lots of ships crashed before, and this new one got her attention, so she retrieved her weapon from an arsenal, a rifle and sought out the new ship. But finding a prize so dear to the Empire could have reestablished her as an officer of significant rank, the Green Lion, with its paladin to boot, a smile crossed her face, but then she recognized herself in the paladin. Someone the galaxy had spit out onto this forsaken world, and she lowered her weapon, she couldn't move the lion by herself, but maybe a ship in her home could. It was some hours before she could get the lion into her ship and off radars, there it would be easy to create a false wreckage of a lion, to show that it had blown up in atmosphere, to hide both the lion and the pilot.

Pidge emerged from to loin and went to look at the thrusters. She started trying to repair them. After a few minutes of tinkering the engines roared to life, only to die and start smoking a few seconds later. "quiznak" The girl shouts and rerure to work on the lion.

the Galra female approached, her suit was older then the average Galra, and she was cautious when approaching the paladin, if this paladin was anywhere near the skill level of her former emperor, then she had a real fight on her hand. But first things first, getting the Green Lion back on its paws,

Pidge was so focused on repair the lion she didn't notice the Galra approaching. " maybe if a rerout the power to here?" The engine did nothing. "Ok Maybe if I try this" a plume of black smoke come from were she was working "Ahh" she screams frantically trying to undo what ever she did.

The female Joraala noticed the struggling pilot and heard how young the paladin was "why do the alteans send kits to battle to fight and die for them?" she asks herself as she figures out the problem is internal and could only be repaired from inside the hull of the lion and not from the cockpit.

After a few seconds pidge gets out of the cockpit and goes to the back of the lion. "Power converts shot, cuperls broken, the regulators gone" she said still unaware of the Galra creeping toward her.

Joraala took a knee to observe the kit work "who would force such a cute kit work, fight, and die?" she asks as she makes mental notes.

She holds her arm up to her mouth " this is Green Pidge to Castle of Lions do you read" a few seconds of the communicacer producing nothing but static went by. "This is Pigde to Clastle of lions come in" after receiving nothing but static again she let out an yell of frustration and went back to trying to repair her loin.

Joraala cautiously approached the paladin, being careful to watch her steps and make as little noise as possible as she approached, she knew it was the weather of the planet that hid them, and was what cut off the Green Lion from its pride.