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[shabby]

Hello, internet peoples!

[ Getting right to the point, Vaas pans the camera around to show the Red Lion of Voltron sitting in the hangar, now sporting a fresh coat of thick black tiger stripes. ]

Anyone want to help me get this tiger I found into the atrium? I will give you some steaks for your trouble.

[ Fair warning: these steaks are made from the Fek Vaas and Reaper killed during their hunting expedition. Also they're going to have to dismantle the Red Lion. It's not going to fit through the doorways. ]

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[shabby]

[ A normal person might be fazed by this. Possibly even a slight bit remorseful for defacing someone else's property. But this is Vaas. He weathers the tirade with bland indifference, then clicks his tongue in reproach. ]

Rights of salvage, hermano. No one claimed it. I found it. This tiger is mine now. [ He smiles beatifically. ] Don't be jealous. I'm sure we can find a tiger for you too.

[ It's a cool tiger. He understands the jealousy. Really he does. ]

[mullet]

You didn't just find it!!

[ Is this guy an idiot? Like, a for real one? Because that is what Keith is thinking right now. ]

It has already been claimed! By me! [ Though, really, Red is the one who claims Keith. So, when power comes back to it, Vaas is the one going to be in trouble. ] And it's a lion! You can't just put stripes on something and call it a different animal completely!

[ He's too young to have a heart attack, right? ]

Are you an idiot or something?!

[shabby]

[ The youth of today. So fiery and passionate, yet so incapable of reasoning things through. It's such a shame. ]

Of course I did. I walked in here and saw it. It was by itself. There was no one around. No one's name is on it.

[ He shrugs. ]

I claimed it. That is how it works.

[mullet]

[ VAAS IS THE ONE NOT CAPABLE OF REASONING THINGS THROUGH!! ]

THAT IS NOT HOW IT WORKS AT ALL!!

[shabby]

Of course it is.

[ Silly boy. It's okay though. Vaas isn't a sore winner. ]

Do you want to help me take it apart? I will give you a few steaks.

[mullet]

[ His head is actually throbbing. Never in Keith's life did he think he'd meet someone worse than Lance. And yet... ]

No! You can't take it apart. That is physically impossible!

[ ...he doesn't actually know if it is or not, but considering all the stuff the lions have been through and they haven't broken apart, he assumes it takes some massive amount of effort to do that. ]

[shabby]

I have tools. It's okay.

[ No one is worse than Vaas. No one. ]

[mullet]

[ Oh my god. ]

No! It is not "okay!" What is the matter with you?? Seriously!

[shabby]

Sure it is. Now hermano, shhh. I'm concentrating and all of your shrill little yapping is annoying.

[mullet]

I really don't care if it's annoying you or not. That lion is mine and you can't just do whatever you want here!

[shabby]

Oh, okay. It's yours. [ A beat. ] Where's your name?

[mullet]

[ This can't really be where the argument is going. This is so... childish!! ]

What? Are you kidding me right now??

[shabby]

[ Welcome to how it's done in Rook, cocksucker!!! ]

Don't worry. We'll find you a lion somewhere.

[mullet]

[ Keith is now in the hangar. In fact, he bursts in and knocks a few people over in his haste to get inside and the skid he has to make to stop. He's embarrassingly furious about all of this and winds up bellowing from across the way. ]

You can't even operate it, you—you idiot!

[shabby]

[ Vaas hears the commotion easily. The hangar's got a high ceiling and the sound echoes. He glances over, hands on his hips, and shakes his head in disappointed disapproval. ]

You don't operate tigers, hermano. They operate themselves. Real ones, anyway.

[ Reaching up, he raps his knuckles against the Red Tiger's leg. ]

This one's a statue.

[mullet]

[ Well, lesson learned. Maybe Keith will just move into Red and be done with it. He'll just live here in the hangar and that will be that. It's discouraging to know that whatever sort of power fluctuation is going on is having an effect on the lions. That means something big is going on and that sort of thing makes Keith a little uncomfortable.

This, though... this is just infuriating.

He prowls through the hanger not unlike a jungle cat, his bayarm firmly grasped in his hand, his blade tucked against his back. Just in case. Though he doesn't immediately move in for a strike, it's clear from his posture that he will if he needs to. ]

It's a space craft. [ A sort of sentient one, at that. ] It's a lion. I'm the pilot, not you. So, I'm asking you nicely one time to leave it alone.

[shabby]

[ Little white boy might be trying to challenge Vaas' ownship of the tiger, but he recognizing the guy's gait. It's a predatory one. The movement of a warrior. How good he is can't be determined, but he looks like he's confident enough in his body.

Vaas' interest sharpens, though he isn't about to concede ownership of the tiger. Plus, little white boy's talking crazy. ]

No. [ Frowning, he shoots the tiger a look and gestures toward it. ] That's a statue. Not a spaceship. [ Crazy boy gets a concerned stare. ] This thing we're on right now? [ He stomps down hard on the deck for emphasis. ] This is a spaceship.

[mullet]

[ Throughout Keith's life, there have been a number of people who have annoyed him. In fact, plenty have annoyed him to the point of yelling wildly like an idiot. He doesn't like behaving that way, but he can't stop it. Just when he thought there was no one out there worse than Lance...

He wants to scream at this guy. Or maybe bash his face in. Keith's not really sure. Also he's not really sure he could take him on in a fight an win.

Not that he's going to admit that. He barely wants to in his subconscious.

Keith looks up at Red and internally apologizes for what's happened. He'll get it cleaned off... somehow. Not really sure how to just yet, but. Soon. Then, his attention shifts to Vaas again, the anger rolling off of him. ]

You're trying to steal something that isn't yours and you don't even know what it is?? [ His arm flings out in a gesture to the lion. ] When power comes back, you're doubly going to be sorry. So, why don't you just back off now and we can forget this whole thing.

[shabby]

[ This argument is starting to bore him. The little man—it's hard to think of him as a real man, he looks more like an untried boy to Vaas—isn't making any goddamn sense at all. ]

It is a metal tiger. [ He tries to be patient and speak slowly, hoping that maybe if the words come slow, the guy will understand. ] You see? Like those modern art sculptures you see on the internets. We don't have them in my island. This is the first time I've seen one.

[ And now it's his modern art sculpture. Little weaselly boy trying to take it from him isn't going to fly. ]

If it's yours, why is it here in this big room by itself?

[mullet]

Do you even seen where you are?!

[ Keith gestures wildly out to encompass the space they're in. Which is the hangar bay where all other assorted aircrafts are!!! This guy has some nerve treating Keith like he doesn't know what's going on. ]

This is the hangar of a space ship! [ And, yes, Keith is now talking like Vaas is the idiot and needs to hear things slow in order to understand them. ] This is where they put all the smaller ships when traveling long distances or warp.

That [ he points to the red lion with his bayard ] is a. Space. Craft. It flies [ he moves that hand like a plane through the air ] in space. It is driven by me. I am the chosen pilot.

[shabby]

[ For what it's worth, Vaas is listening. The problem is, nothing the guy's saying is making sense. Sure, he can see the smaller spaceships in the hangar. They're all over the place. But they look like fighter planes and shuttles and spaceships.

None of them look like a giant fucking cat.

He looks around the hangar, sucking on his teeth in thought. Then he looks back at the crazy guy and points toward the metal animal in question. ]

If it's a spaceship, why does it look like a fucking cat?