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Thank you for answering. Ok, first part (this is set before the disbanding of the group): What will it be like to be to be one of Lotor’s generals and the youngest (around Pidge’s age). Being a half-galra saved from imprisonment, they’re the hacker of the group to return the favor. Morals are in the grey area, doing what’s best for the group. Kinda have a rivalry with Pidge for her hacking skills along with having a crush on her.

Part 2: During the betrayal of Lotor, Reader reluctantly leave the group due to not wanting to be involved and goes into hiding. Later reunite with Lotor as a hacker for the coalition and meet Pidge personally without having to fight each other. Slow burn on regaining and gaining trust. Perhaps after protecting Pidge from a mission gone dicey, they slowly grew closer?

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Hey! I’m sorry it took a while for me to get to your request, I haven’t been very active lately ack :/ i’m working on it, I promise :) Here you go! (this was really specific, and i realise that it’s not exactly what you asked for–but i still hope you like it :) )

~Water

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“Y/N, report to the bridge. Lotor wants to see us.” Acxa’s voice startled you back to reality and you jumped, blinking a few times to shake the grogginess from your mind. Sitting with your laptop on your lap, the screen only inches from your face, and dicking around with the ship’s system (and improving it–you didn’t want any unwanted visitors) was one of your favourite pastimes, but duty called, and you had a debt to pay off.

You uncurled from your position on the sofa and darted out of your room, snapping your laptop shut and pulling up your hood, slipping on your armour plates as you briskly walked over to the bridge.

Ezor, Acxa, Zethrid and Narti were already there when you took your place, and Lotor gave you a small nod and a cold smile. “Thank you for joining us, Y/N.”

You crossed your arms, waiting for orders. Lotor usually left you alone to basically do what you want, only calling upon your presence for missions or when you’re needed elsewhere–though you knew he didn’t like sending you on a mission he had no control over. You didn’t mind very much. You did what you were told.

“Today, we’re receiving some special guests,” Lotor began, threading his fingers together and leaning back in his seat, a glint in his eye you haven’t seen much before.

Beside you, Zethrid groaned. “Not those Voltron folks, right?”

Lotor shot her a glare over his shoulder as he got up from his chair and paced in front of his generals. “Good guess, Zethrid. Princess Allura and I have… things to work on, and I’m sure the Paladins would enjoy having a look around the ship. After all, we’re allies now.”

You perked up, standing up a bit straighter. The Paladins of Voltron were coming here. They were coming here.

“Uh, Lotor?” Ezor piped up, “do you really think that’s a good idea? I mean, we haven’t exactly been the kindest to the Paladins. There’s no way we’ll get them to trust us.” When Lotor didn’t respond, she clarified, “We tried to kill them? Multiple times?”

“Well, then this is our chance to earn their trust, isn’t it?” Lotor said. “This is the perfect opportunity to show them that we have their best interests at heart.”

Up till now, you had wisely kept your mouth shut. You didn’t really know what to say. Keeping your eyes down and your shoulders bunched up, you listened intently to the conversation happening around you. Melting into the shadows–making people forget you were even there–had always been something you were good at.

When Lotor dismissed his generals, and you turned around to swiftly disappear into your room again, Lotor raised his voice slightly and said, “Y/N. A word, please?”

Ezor coughed under her breath, trying and failing to mask her giggle. “Good luck,” she murmured as she passed you, giving your side a squeeze. You merely shook your head at her. Drama queen.

Walking up to stand beside Lotor as he stared out of the window, you clasped your hands behind your back and waited, curiosity slowly building in your mind. After a few minutes of silence, he cleared his throat.

“Y/N, I have a request.” He took a step back, facing you. “I would like you to keep aside when the Paladins are here, maybe… keep tabs on them. Their activities. Their conversations.”

“I thought we were supposed to earn their trust, or whatever? You want me to spy on them?” you said, an eyebrow raised. “If I get caught, we’re screwed.”

“Then make damn sure you don’t get caught,” Lotor said with a matter-of-fact tone, inclining his head towards you. “Maybe don’t show yourself at all. They might ask questions if they see you once, and then not anymore for the rest of the day… but they won’t miss you if they never even know you’re here.”

The comment stung more than it should have. It was what you’re good at, what Lotor had plucked you out of prison for: you were good with computers, good at getting the information you wanted and good at disappearing. The perfect spy. But Lotor was the reason you were free again, and you owed him. Besides, a little spying wasn’t anything you hadn’t done before.

“Sure,” you muttered. “No problem.”

Holed up in your room, you curled up in a blanket and start up your laptop, connecting it to the numerous screens littering one of the walls. You had exactly fifty-six cameras to keep an eye on, and you crack your shoulders as you tear open a bag of snacks. You were going to be here a while.

The paladins had arrived. The Princess, Allura, had soon after her arrival disappeared with Lotor doing Lions-know-what. You were tempted to sneak into a camera and watch for a while what they were up to–but refrained from doing so, as Lotor would probably murder you if he found out.

You casually switched between cameras with rhythmic taps of your middle finger, munching on your snacks. A sigh made its way past your lips. Of course Ezor and Acxa got to have all the fun, you thought bitterly as you zoomed in on their faces and watched them shoot at a mannequin wearing a dress made out of scrap metal for a while, before switching back to another camera. So far, nothing suspicious.

After about thirty minutes, you finally got something worth watching. You perked up, narrowing your eyes. Pressing a button, you moved the scene to the middle, bigger screen. The blue, yellow and green Paladins were sitting on the floor of a room, a deactivated sentry connected to a laptop by what looked like at least twenty wires. The Green Paladin sat in front of the laptop, fingers tapping away at the keyboard with a speed that impressed even you.

The green one. The hacker. Your rival, as Ezor had sweetly put it with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle. You were surprised that you still remembered her name, even though you’d only heard it a couple of times–Pidge. You zoomed in on her face, studying the concentrated frown on her face, the hunch of her shoulders and the intense glint in her eyes. You were so lost in your observation that, at first, you didn’t even realise what she was doing.

But when you did, you laughed and sat back, feeling, despite herself, impressed. Reprogramming a sentry–especially when you hadn’t done it before–wasn’t easy. You moved the frame to the tech and the wiring, sweeping a critical eye over everything. The laptop, along with some of the pieces of technology you hadn’t seen before, seemed to be handmade. You didn’t know of a place selling that kind of stuff. Your admiration for Pidge grew by the second. But she was in your territory, and without knowing it she’d just given you free access to her computer.

Getting past the security Pidge had set up in her laptop unseen was the hardest part, and it took a solid twenty minutes of struggling for you to finally figure it out. You couldn’t help the burst of pride swelling in your chest when you heard the telltale ping that announced success. As you scrolled through the files stored in her memory, leaving alone the ones that looked too confidential but poking your nose in the ones that looked relatively harmless, you counted in your mind the minutes until she would figure out you were there.

It turned out to take Pidge nine minutes before she narrowed her eyes at her screen and tapped a few keys. Then her expression morphed into one of bewilderment and she barked a surprised laugh. “How the hell–”

You activated the webcam, filling the screen in front of you with Pidge’s baffled face and resting your chin in your hand. Pidge opened her mouth. “How did you–” But you cut her off with a wink and a mock salute, grinning as you deactivated the webcam and left Pidge’s computer, leaving her utterly speechless and typing frantically on her keyboard, trying to lock you in, but it was too late, and you were already safely out of her systems and popping another snack in your mouth.

The rest of the day, you pretended not to notice how you spent more time on Pidge’s screen than anyone else’s.

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That had been months ago. It still stung to think about the way Lotor betrayed you and the rest of his generals, the team he was supposed to trust above everyone else. The team that would risk their lives for him. After what his father had put him through, you had never thought that Lotor would pull something like this.

You had spent a few months on your own, getting your supplies from the Galra ships you encountered before you managed to get your hands on a small pod of your own. Eventually, you’d mustered up the courage to join a group of rebels. They had been suspicious of you at first, and you hadn’t expected anything else–you were part Galra, and even though you didn’t look Galra you were well-known as one of Lotor’s former generals, but they had accepted you as one of their own over time. Your hacking skills definitely came in handy, as did your knowledge of Galra ships and technology. Quite a few missions would have taken months longer if you hadn’t been there.

You pulled the shawl over your face and tapped the ceiling plate you were laying against, shoving it aside and letting yourself drop into the room below, tucking into a roll and coming up standing before you were sprinting towards the small figure hunched over the monitor and frantically typing away at the keyboards. When you laid a hand on her shoulder, Pidge whirled around and took a swing at you with her bayard, that you only just managed to avoid, jumping back with a yelp. She swung at you again, but you grabbed her wrist and yanked off the piece of cloth covering your face.

“Pidge! Calm down, it’s me!” you screamed, blocking her next punch. Pidge’s eyes widened. “Y/N? What happened to you?” She reached out for the fresh scar that carved through your left eyebrow all the way to your jaw.

You shook your head, flinching at the sound of alarms blaring and shots firing from what seemed like all around you. There wasn’t any time. Digging in your pocket, your fingers found what they were looking for and closed around the little drive, shoving it into Pidge’s hands. She looked at it, then looked at you, panic clear on her features.

“You can’t get past the firewall, right? Plug that in. It’ll destroy the security systems.”

Pidge’s fingers closed around the drive until her knuckles turned white. “How do you know it’ll work?”

You yanked your gun from its holster. “Because I built the firewall.” You took your spot as lookout in the doorway, shooting sentries and Galra soldiers alike and giving Pidge the time she needed to plug in the drive and get the information she needed. Setting your jaw, you started taking out more and more soldiers: at this point, they’d realised that there was something going on in the control room, and soon they were coming in waves.

“Look, Pidge, no pressure or anything, but could you hurry up?” you yelled through gritted teeth.

“Working on it,” she shouted back, her fingers moving over the keyboard at a lightning-fast speed. So you turned around and kept fighting, determined to protect Pidge. And then your gun stopped working, and you yelped when a blaster grazed your arm, white-hot pain searing through your entire right side. Shaking out your arm, you chucked your gun to the side and grabbed your staff, pressing a button to light the ends up with crackling electricity.

As you fought, the sole thought in your head was that you needed to protect Pidge. She needed to have the time to get the information she wanted, and she needed to make it out alive. Preferably unharmed. But you wouldn’t be able to keep this up forever: your arms were already aching, your strikes came slower, your footwork got sloppy, your breathing heavier. But Pidge needed to make it out alive.

And then she was there, fighting by your side,  her bayard in her hand and the other grabbing your arm and pulling you through the corridors, shouting in her comms about an unexpected guest. You couldn’t resist a grin. Falling into step next to her, the two of you sprinted through the corridors and made your way to Pidge’s Lion.

As soon as you set foot into the Green Lion, you collapsed. Breathing heavily, you leaned your head against the wall and stretched out your legs, rolling your right shoulder to get some feeling back into your arm. Pidge immediately crashed into her seat, grabbing the steering handles and flying the lion into open space, slapping a button on her dashboard that popped up the Black paladin’s face onto her screen. While they talked and exchanged information, you zoned out and wrapped a hand around the wound in your shoulder. Now that the adrenaline of the fight had left your body, the pain increased by the minute, a burning sensation spreading from your shoulder to the tips of your fingers.

“Is-is that–” you heard the Black Paladin’s voice ask. You cracked open one eye and raised your good arm, giving a weak wave to signal your presence. Pidge whipped around.

“Oh, god, Y/N–I’d forgotten you were here. I’m so sorry.” She scrambled over to where you were sitting and crouched next to you.

“’S okay. Don’t sweat it,” you muttered. “You got what you needed?” You sure hoped so, and heaved a relieved sigh when Pidge nodded. Would have been a shame if you’d got yourself shot for nothing.

“But–Y/N, why are you even here?” Pidge flinched as soon as the words left her mouth. “I meant–I’m glad you’re here, I just–how did you know we were here?”

“Been working with a couple of rebel groups,” you said. “They said you would be doing that mission to get intel, but I knew you’d never get past the firewall in time. The mission would fail, and you might get yourself in serious trouble.”

When Pidge rolled her eyes, they shone with a twinkle you recognised as the one you’d grown so fond of. “I would have gotten past it. In time.”

You laughed, grabbing Pidge’s hand and pressing a sloppy kiss to her knuckles. You blame the sudden bravery on blood loss. “I know.”