(PIDGE WILL BE REFFERED TO AS A HE, NOT A SHE. IT WILL BE MACHO CONFUSO, BUT THAT'S KINDA WHAT I WANTED TO DO WITH HIM(HER) :) AND YOU'RE THE WEAPONS COMMANDER FOR THE KERBEROS RESCUE MISSION. AND THIS WILL ONLY BE HALF OF THE FIRST EPISODE. DOING THE WHOLE EP. WOULD TAKE A WHILE AND I DON'T WANT TO KEEL YOU WAITING! )

"Lance! Quit screwing around and come on! Unless you WANT Iverson to have our hides if we show up late!" (Y/N) yelled at Lance McClain, one of her best friends and extremely annoying classmates at the Garrison, who was currently being dragged away from a group of first-year girls.

Today was the day that (Y/N), along with her team, Hunk, Lance, and Pidge, would take a Kerberos Rescue Simulator. It was a big deal for them, almost like an exam you don't want a bad grade on, or in this case, a rescue mission you DON'T want to screw up.

"Ok, Ok. Calm down." Lance sighed, nearly running into other students as (Y\N) dragged him along.

"I'll only calm down until you quit goofing off and act mature for ONCE in your life! Ok?!"

(Y\N) snapped at him, and Lance just nodded while they kept running to the simulator.

"McClain! (L\N)! You're late..."

Iverson yelled as (Y\N) and Lance made it into the sim room, with nearly half the students glaring at them.

"We're sorry sir, if I hadn't-"

Iverson raises his hand to shut her up, and pointed to the simulator.

"Which is why you, and your team, are going first."

Pidge and Hunk, the rest of the team were already near the simulator, and they didn't look happy.

"Nice work guys. Now what?"

Pidge whispered to (Y\N), who just shrugged and began climbing inside.

"I say, we do this as a team. No screwing around, no arguing."

"Ok then."

Pidge smiled, and he, along with Hunk and Lance, climbed in, getting into their positions.

"Alright. Flight log 9-11-14, begin descent to Kerberos for rescue mission."

"Lance, fly straight! Quit screwing around!"

(Y\N) yelled, trying to stay in her seat, instead of falling out of her chair because of someone's reckless pilot skills...

"What? At least I'm not doing this-"

Lance put the ship into a nosedive, smirking.

"I'M GONNA BARF!"

Hunk yelled, leaning over the gearbox.

"Pidge, hail down to em' let them know there Lance in shining armor is here."

(Y\N) rolled her eyes, gagging. Pidge stood out of her seat, but fell over when Lance did a nosedive again.
"Seatbelt Pidge!"

Frustrated, (Y\N) unfastened her seatbelt, walked over to the panel in front of Lance, slamming her hand in the panel.

"Move."

He nodded, switching positions with her.

After several stressful minutes later, they did it.

"Thanks (Y\N). You saved our skins back there."

Lance smiled.

"No thanks to you."

(Y\N)  smiled back, walking over to Iverson. He didn't look happy, but why?

They'd passed. Better than anyone else. He had no reason to be upset.

Iverson walked right up to (Y\N) and the team, glaring daggers at them, seeming to be upset.

"Who was the one who left their position? Speak up now! You know the consequences both ways."

Lance opened up his mouth to speak, but (Y\N) spoke first.

"It was me,sir! I'm sorry, I just didn't want to let our team to fail."

Iverson sighed, "Follow me."

(Y\N) nodded. Following Iverson, but was stopped by someone grabbing her sleeve.

"Hey. You didn't have to do that. You know that."

It was Lance. For some odd reason, he looked worried. Really, really worried.

"I know. But I didn't want my Best Friend to be expelled."

She smiled, but that smile didn't last.
Lance held her sleeve tighter.

"I don't want mine be either. Ok?"

She hugged him. "Its Ok. I'll be back. I hope."

Iverson snapped, and she ran.

"Oh no."

Sorry for the late update guys! I've been busy with school, and stuff! Hope you enjoyed!