Pink Bug Drug
“Hey, Lance, you have a visual on Keith?” Pidge asked.
Lance peered through the scope on his sniper rifle, the technology zeroing in on Keith despite being forty feet up an alien tree. Through the dense canopy, he could see the red armor dart in between the sentries posted, dispatching them quickly with little to-do.
He tore off his helmet; sweat matting his black hair to his forehead and neck. Shaking his head, with the help of the scope, he could see every drop of sweat that was flung off of him. Setting his helmet down he took a leather-like strip he got from a planet from a hidden compartment in his armor to tie his hair up, a stumpy little ponytail in the back of his head.
He cleared his throat. “Uh, ye-yeah, I got a visual.”
“You okay there, buddy?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, Hunk. Just need some water. This is a very humid planet. Just stay on standby until we need ya.”
“Well, it should be relatively low populated. Whoever was here before must have either gone underground or escaped when the Galra arrived.” Pidge intoned, sounding just like a nature documentary voice over. When he said so he could hear her eye roll over the comms. “Really?”
“Well, I’m not calling it your hacker voice.”
“Uuuggghhhhhh. Shut uuuppp!”
“Guys,” the voice of reason sighed.
“Sorry, Shiro,” they chorused.
Lance cleared his throat again. “Well, it doesn’t seem like there’s anyone here but me and Keith. And a few sentries but they’re dead now.”
“Hmm, okay, just be careful, you too Keith, okay? The scans said the place was abandoned but you can’t be too sure.”
“Uh, yeah, he can’t hear you, he took his helmet off.”