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An angry bark out of nowhere shattered the mindlessly soothing hum of class in session and jerked Pidge out of his programming groove. Blinking owlishly, he pushed away from the console and adjusted the feed from the microdrone hidden in one specific academy classroom --
Jeez, Lance, I'm going to have to nominate you for an award.
The former Red pilot was lashing out at some hapless students' nervous question about Voltron. And he sounded all too convincing.
Just a little longer, and we'll have the Lions broken loose.
We'd better pull it off before we start believing the lies ourselves.