(A/N: This story is the plot of Voltron, just adding another member to it, and possibly new scenes of my own to thicken the plot. Many of the conversations, such as the one you're about to read, are from the show, just with you added into it. I don't own these characters, just emphasizing that. Now enjoy the story!)

You sat next to your fighter pilot as he began descent for a rescue mission.

"Lance, can you keep this thing straight," you heard the large man behind you groan as the shuttle shook.

"Relax, Hunk, I'm getting a feel for the stick. It's not like I did this!" the Hispanic boy next to you said as he forced the knobs forward on the shuttle, causing you all to fly forward.

After he had calmed down you both gave him a glare which caused the boy to chuckle and look away.

"You better knock it off, man!" Hunk yelled before holding back from vomiting.

"We've picked up a distress beacon!" The short-haired boy behind you yelled.

"Pidge, track the coordinates," Lance said, as he began tapping on his screen ahead of him.

The aircraft gave another hard shake, causing Hunk to become nauseated in his seat.

"Dude, calm it up there!" Hunk worriedly said, his face becoming a slight shade of green.

"Lance, please try to steady this shuttle before it smells like Hunk's lunch!" you said, while looking back at Hunk.

"Relax sweetheart, this one's on Hunk, check the stabilizer," he said as he grinned at you.

Hunk quickly grabbed his screen with a worried look.

The aircraft shot forward, causing Hunk to swallow back vomit. The craft began a loud beeping noise which rang in your ears.

"No, no, no! Fix now, puke later!" Lance said, regaining a serious look.

"I've lost contact, the shaking is messing with our sensors!" Pidge said, with eyes as big as boulders.

"Hunk!" you emphasized his name as you gave him a look.

"They're not responding," Hunk moaned as he tried not to throw-up his previous meal. He got up out of his chair to move to a bucket. You all knew what was coming.

"Don't worry, fellas. Preparing for approach on visual," Lance then gave you a quick smirk as he raised his eyebrow.

"I wouldn't recommend that seeing as our mechanical issues haven't been fixed yet!" Pidge said as he was tapping on his board in front of him.

"Lance, listen to Pidge, and look at Hunk, he's about to hurl!" you said, looking at Lance, hoping that he would listen to anything his team said.

"(Y/N), what's wrong with you, you usually always want to go the risky route," Lance said, he gave you a sparkly grin, thinking that would change your mind.

"You're not trying to flirt with me right now, are you?" you said, your temper about to burst.

"No," he said quietly, still not changing his course.

The craft began rumbling and shaking, causing Hunk to begin throwing up.

"Hunk, come on man," you said, looking at the man with his head in a trash can.

"Pidge, hail down and tell them their ride is here," Lance says.

Pidge groans but then agrees. He unbuckles himself from the seat and reaches for what looks like a walkie-talkie.

"Attention, lunar vessel-" Pidge says, before screaming and being thrown on the floor due to standing in his seat.

"Pidge, buckle yourself!" you yell before giving him a hand up.

"Hunk, stop shaking!" Lance yelled.

"I'm trying!" he yelled before resuming his previous activity of vomiting.

"Attention, lunar vessel, this is Galaxy Garrison Rescue Craft One Victor Six Three Tango, coming in for landing and extraction," Pidge said, as he fixed his glasses.

"Against the wishes of the rest of the crew, I might add," You said as you glared at Lance.

He saw your eyes out of the corner of his, which made him begin to sweat.

"No time for your attitude right now, (Y/N), they're going under, and we're going in!" he said, his eyebrows began to become furrowed.

As you looked forward you saw an icy overhang, and your pilot was heading straight for it.

"Lance, look out!"

"No worries, you know what they used to call me, "The Tailor" because of how, I thread the needle," He said with a quirky smile.

You held on to your seat tight.

"Lance, literally, no one called you that!" you said, your tone sounded like a mix of anger and annoyance.

The whole shuttle began to turn, causing you all to yell, except Lance who thought he would be able to go under the overhang.

He went under before you heard a loud crash.

"We lost a wing!" Hunk said as he wobbled to his screen.

All the screens were showing a bright, red screen which read, "Danger".

"Oh man," Lance said sadly, realizing he messed up.

The loud beeping continued on. You then heard a loud crash, then the room was dark. Your sigh was the only thing any of you could hear.

Your screens were then bombarded with the words, "Simulation Failed," you all groaned, even Lance.

"Nice work, Tailor," Pidge sarcastically said as he leaned down in his seat.

"Roll out, donkeys!" Your head cadet yelled at you, as you were making your way out of the simulation.

"Well, let's see if we can use this complete failure to teach the rest of you students!" He yelled, his voice boomed through the modernly-designed room. "Can anyone point of the crucial mistakes this team made, other than just the entire mission," he glared the four of you down as you each stood, lined with each other, staring at the group of students.

Many students began raising their hands, saying things about Hunk's vomiting, Pidge's unsafeness, your unhelpfulness, Lance's recklessness, and overall just how badly you all worked as a team. You looked gloomfully down at your feet, realizing that this mission was, in fact, a failure in its entirety.

The other three did the same as you, each looking sadder than the one before.

"If you all are terrible on your own, you should at least be able to work as a team for God's sake! This program works to make kids like you the next generation of astro explorers! But your foolish mistakes are what cause those men their lives back on the Kerberos mission," his words caused Pidge's eyes to grow as big as saucers. You could see his blood boiling.

"That is NOT true, sir," Pidge's voice boomed through the hollow room, all to be heard were the gasps of your fellow students.

"What did you say?" The commander stepped in front of Pidge, his eyebrows furrowed and his voice angry.

You rushed to cover Pidge's mouth before the next words to come out of his mouth were his last.

"I'm so sorry sir, I'm sure he just hit his head when he went flying across the simulator, another mistake that was made on our part," you gave a worried smile at the man who gave you an annoyed one.

He stepped in front of Lance, breathing on his nose.

"Remember, the only reason you're even standing in front of me is because the best pilot in your class is no longer here, do NOT follow in his footsteps," his voice sent goosebumps down your spine.

You gave Lance a sad look before continuing to look at your feet.

The commander sent everyone back to their dorms, leaving you four standing there, dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry, I messed this up, for us all," Lance choked out, his voice sounded broken, and his eyes looked sad.

You walked up and wrapped your arms around his slim body. "This wasn't your fault, it was just a rough day in there, we'll get them next time, okay? You stepped back an patted his forearm, giving him a bright, meaningful smile.

"Thanks, (Y/N), I can always count on you to make me feel better," he exchanged the smile for his signature smirk, you chuckled before heading to your separate dorm, away from the guys.

"See you guys later?" You questioned before walking away. They smirked, nodding in unison.

You smiled and strolled away, not knowing what was soon to come.