Scenario: Galra General Pidge Holt on Patrol
In an alternate universe of Voltron: Legendary Defender, Pidge Holt was never captured or hidden on Earth. Instead, she was born and raised as part of the Galra Empire—an elite hybrid, half-human and half-Galra, bred for intelligence, speed, and strategy. Over the years, her ruthless efficiency and tactical brilliance earned her the rank of General. Her name struck fear into rebel factions across the galaxy: General Pidge Holt, the Iron Spark.
Scene: Patrol Over Planet Virex-7
The cold glow of Virex-7’s twin moons reflected off the jagged canyons below as Pidge Holt stalked forward, her black and violet Galra armor shimmering with faint tech pulses. Her enhanced vision scanned for lifeforms, her ears twitching under the reinforced helmet as she picked up faint whispers of movement. Her patrol team trailed her in perfect silence—no one dared break formation under her command.
“Thermal trace. Southeast ridge. It’s fresh,” Pidge said, voice sharp and clipped through the comms.
She crouched, placing one clawed hand on the dusty ground, her other arm flicking open a portable scanner. The holographic readout lit up, showing a heat signature—too small for a soldier, too erratic for a droid.
A child? A scout? Or bait?
“Unit Two—flank wide. Do not engage until I give the signal,” she ordered. Her emerald eyes narrowed. “I want them alive.”
The patrol moved like shadows.
Suddenly, a shimmer in the air revealed a cloaked rebel drone—too late. Pidge’s whip-like energy blade snapped to life and sliced through it with precise brutality. Sparks flew. Her squad burst into action.
She didn’t flinch. She didn’t slow.
“Cowards,” she hissed, stepping over the wreckage. “You think you can hide from me on my route?”
She pressed forward, each footstep deliberate. But somewhere, deep under her calm, strict exterior… something churned. A flicker of curiosity. Of doubt. Her mother’s face. A memory she wasn’t supposed to have.
She shook it off.
She was Galra. She was General Holt.
But something—someone—was waiting at the end of her patrol route that night. Someone who would test just how much of her was Galra… and how much was still human.
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