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Lance landed gently onto the planets surface and stepped out of Red.
He inhaled deeply, enjoying the almost earth like scent that wafted around him. The ground was spattered with browns and greens as tall grass grew around him. There were small colourful bunches of strange but beautiful flowers scattered around, and Lance felt a pang in his chest as he remembered his time with his siblings on earth.
Shaking that thought from his head, he looked around. He had landed on a small hill and, from his vantage point, could see a small village not too far away. That was supposed to be where Lance was to land, but he had been given permission to explore the planet within a reasonable amount of time.
Patting Red fondly on the paw, he set off strolling through the grass, feeling like he was on the set of 'The Sound of Music'.
There were very few inhabitants around, but Lance didn't think much about it. This was a very small colony, and they had called Voltron saying that they had some important information on the Glara.
Lance, being the restless teenager that he was, had jumped at a chance to visit somewhere new, and had turned down his teammates offers of accompanying him. These were known to be peaceful people, and Lance was confident that he could handle himself.
He walked in silence, listening to his other teammates talk over he comms. Pidge was going on about something that Lance hadn't really understood, but was happy to listen to anyways.
"It's a good way to pass the time," the girl had argued. "Besides, when I talk it out with you, I can see any mistakes that I might have made," she said.
Lance had laughed but agreed. While both he and Pidge knew that he didn't really understand, it helped Pidge rethink her idea, usually inspired by little quips and side comments from Lance.
"Okay Pidgey. I'm almost at the place. I think I have to go now," he interrupted her.
Lance could already hear the pout on her lips as she spoke.
"Okay fine. But when you get back, were continuing this conversation," she insisted.
Lance laughed once again but agreed.
"Okay. Be careful," she bid him.
"I'm always careful," he countered, earning a laugh.
Lance knocked carefully on the closed door of a building he hoped was the correct one. All the buildings were identical with four vertical brown walls and a pointed roof, like a hat. They were also laid out in a haphazard manner, making navigation that much harder.
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