Keith said that we each had to write a ‘Last Will and Testament,’ so I guess that’s what I’ll try to do. Actually, I’ve been meaning to get to doing one of these for a while…I just never had the time (or made the time). I’d be lying if I didn’t say that the idea of writing one of these isn’t a little eerie, but in some ways, I’m sure it’ll be kind of fun. Think about it: when have I ever been able to say what I REALLY think about all of you? Just kidding. I don’t think I’m one to hide my feelings too much - you all know how I feel about this team and its members. You’re my family, and planet Arus is my home. I live for the Voltron Force and what it represents to the people. (Not to mention, I do love my Green Lion, too. That’s a given.) So, for whatever they’re worth, here are my last words, assuming we all didn’t pass through the glory gates together.

I ask that Coran read this aloud, just for fun. In return for this favor to me, Coran, I’ve left you something stored on the mainframe in Castle Control. Just access the file, ‘SHIELD,’ and enter the password, ‘EMERGENCY’. I developed a little something for castle defenses, just in case you might need it. This isn’t to be utilized under normal circumstances, mind you.

Now, I guess I should start with Chip. After all, I wouldn’t want my only brother saying I was short AND stingy. (Just kidding, Dork Boy.) To my taller, uglier brother, I leave whatever I have in storage back at the academy and whatever’s in my bank account. I’ve been putting my salary in there since graduation, so it should be quite a bit. Chip, I hope you don’t mind I’m not going to say much. After all, I can’t tell you anything you don’t already know. Be well, brother.

As far as possessions, I really don’t have that much stuff, just some electronic equipment and junk that I use to build things with. I think I’ll leave all that to Hunk, because no offense, but the rest of you aren’t exactly mechanically inclined. Hunk, you can do whatever you want with it, but make sure you keep the mouse plane running for Cheddar and the gang. Can you look out for my little pals? Allura’s too busy to play with mice these days, and I want to make sure they’ll still be able to handle that blue cat. Thanks, man…for everything.

As for the few other belongings that are tucked away in my sock drawer - I have a some things from the academy - some science awards, a few trophies for track and field. I’d like Lance to have those. Lance and I share something in common (although he may not admit it). We both have this deep seeded need to achieve recognition for some reason. It’s like, we need to be validated by our accomplishments…to be told that we’re somehow worthy of the admiration of others. I’m not exactly sure where it comes from; it’s probably the result of being a couple of planet-less, parent-less loners. Yes, Lance, we’re loners. But hey, at least you make being a loner look good. Your rebel without a cause routine is definitely better than my geeky computer boy angle. But anyway, Lance, my wish for you in life is that you eventually find what I so desperately wanted to achieve - peace of the mind and heart. They may be gone, but a life of pain and grief isn’t what they wanted for us. Lance, the only thing standing between you and the good life is of your own doing. Eventually, you will find a way to let it all go. I know you too well to think that you’ll carry it with you forever. (Oh yeah…one more thing; I stole a couple of your Playboys. They’re under my mattress. Hope you don’t mind.)

Speaking of beautiful ladies, I suppose I should leave something for the lovely Nanny. After all, I HAVE been giving her a bit of a hard time these last couple years. Well, this may sound kind of morbid, but please make sure that upon my entombment, the top button of my Garrison uniform is fastened. Because you mean so much to me, Nanny, I’ll spend all eternity “neat and clean” for you. But in return, could you please give Hunk my dessert for the entire upcoming week? I’d really appreciate it. (You’re welcome, Hunkie.)

This might be a good time to bring up the other lady in my life - the very gorgeous, very taken, Princess Allura. Here’s a woman who’s not only pretty, but she’s intelligent, caring, giving, a great pilot, and a very nice person. In many ways, I think she managed to steal all our hearts. Princess, if all planetary leaders had even a fraction of the heart and class you do, the galaxy would be at peace. That, I’m sure of. Hang in there, Princess - we will triumph.

To the fair Princess Allura, I leave that which I hold closest to my heart - the citizenship papers that were given to me the day planet Arus became my new home. I could go on and on about this, but I don’t want to make anyone sad over something that brought me so much happiness over the past year. However, I will say that I consider that day to be the best of my entire life.

Princess, sometimes I think that you must be all of our guardian angel. Thank you for everything, and don’t grieve too long over that which you can not change, and please do me the favor of watching out for Keith. He’ll blame himself, no matter what the circumstances. You’ll have to be strong for the both of you. And if I had to leave you with only a few parting words, I would tell you not to marry someone who you don’t love. We only have the one life (as far as we know) - don’t waste it on someone who doesn’t see all the wonderful things in you that we all do. Your prince is out there, Princess…and he’s probably closer than you think.

On a related note, I guess there’s only one person left. Skipper, I could write a book on the things I have to say to you, but I’m going to make this brief. That first day I met you in the cafeteria, I thought you were the absolute coolest guy ever. You were so smart, so controlled, so…intimidating. But after getting to know you, I came to admire your savvy, your ability to think your way around situations, your coolness and control in even the hottest of situations. On top of all that, you have a genuine commitment to always do the right thing. If there was ever someone I aspired to be more like, it was you, Keith. Even in your worst moments, you’re in better shape than me on my good days. But I guess all little brothers look up to their big brothers, right? So anyway, I’ll be watching with much interest to see where you go in life. Good luck, but remember, a leader doesn’t always have to be an officer; he can be the head of a planet, for instance (just a little suggestion).

I can’t even fathom how a captain must feel when he loses a member of his team. And just knowing what you put yourself through when we all thought Sven was dying…I can’t bear the thought of you hurting like that again, so please don’t. Every morning, we all wake up knowing that this new day could be our last. It’s part of being a soldier of war. Skipper, you might have been responsible for my performance in battle, but you were never responsible for my life. No man can be everywhere, all the time. To Keith, I leave my Air Unit uniform pin. I guess it’s been a while since we traded them in for our Voltron pins, but I think it’s still important to remember that we were five friends and teammates long before we ever left Earth. In return, there’s one thing that you can do for me, Captain, and that is watch out for the others. I’ll be worried about Hunk, Keith. We’re good friends - he’ll need you now.

I’m trying not to get all sentimental about this, but it’s kind of hard. I know how upset I’d be if something happened to any of you, but actually, I’m not worried about myself at all. Death doesn’t scare me in the least. Maybe because I believe there’s something more. Death isn’t an end, but the beginning of something new. And good heavens, Lord knows I love discovering new things (puns intended).

I may have lived briefly, but I lived well. Every day, I woke up knowing that there was no place else I’d rather be, no other people I’d rather call “family.” And isn’t that what life is all about? So, for as sad as you must be feeling right now, get over it and quickly. Live good, happy lives, and take care of each other.

Your friend always,
Pidge

P.S. I can’t believe I forgot to leave something for Sven! I guess I’ll leave him…a big, wet kiss. Lance? Could you please give Sven a big, wet kiss from me please? Thanks a bunch! (Remember, I’m dead, so you HAVE to kiss him, or it’ll be disrespectful.)