Ziera, who had worked hard on building herself a competent fighter jet for the battle against Zarkon, was on her back beneath the control panel of her newfound ship already tinkering with the wiring despite the early hour. So if there are any inconsistencies between this chapter and the others, or mistakes I missed, please let me know! Enjoy!The sound of heavy machinery hitting the ground, and tools being pulled from toolboxes filled the Castle of Lion's hangar in the early hours of the morning. I'm able to concentrate once again, and my anxiety over making a terrible chapter is substantially lower as a result. I spent a long time without my ADHD medication and am finally at a point where the new medication is taking effect. I want to apologize for how long it's been since I posted a chapter here. WARNING: Contains violence, death, racism, implications of sexual acts, Lance's flirting, and other things that may cause some readers discomfort. I just own Ziera, Colran, Sephiras, Janze and any other OCs mentioned in this fic that isn't canon. A/N: I do not own Voltron: Legendary Defender.
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