The first thing Amethyst noticed was the smell.
Clean metal. Filtered air. A faint hum under the floor.
Not her bed. Not her apartment. Not her world.
She opened her eyes to a ceiling panel she didn't recognize—pale, square, arranged in military precision. Her heart lurched. She sat up too fast, dizziness snapping through her skull.
Her hands were wrong.
Small. Narrow. Callused in places she didn't remember earning.
And her reflection in the dark screen across the room—short hair, soft features, freckles, brown eyes too bright—definitely wasn't Amethyst Sage.
"What the—"
.A soft chime pierced her panic.
A translucent UI flickered into existence like a glitch in space-time.
[MAKER SYSTEM ONLINE]
[Booting… syncing consciousness… importing assets…]
[Conversion complete: 80,000,000 Credits deposited. (All your previous assets were converted with a fair rate into system credits)]
[Energy Core: 0/∞]
Amethyst froze. Her brain tried to reconcile the impossible.
Reincarnation. It wasn't a wish or a joke or a fever dream. She had died—she remembered the impact, the light, the sense of falling—and now she was here.
And "here" looked a hell of a lot like—
The Galaxy Garrison.
This was Voltron.
Before she could properly panic, the UI flickered again, smoother this time.
[Identity Sync Detected:
New Host Body: Katherine "Katie" Holt, Age 19
Role in Canon: Matt Holt's fraternal younger sister
Required Cover Identity:
"Pidge Gunderson," age 14, male.
Purpose: Infiltration of the Garrison.
Canon Deviation Level: HIGH. System support recommended.]
Amethyst blinked.
"Wait, wait, wait—nineteen? And I have to pretend to be fourteen? And a boy?"
The System responded with clinical indifference:
[Physical modifiers applied during reincarnation to support cover. You can maintain the disguise indefinitely.]
She touched her face—youthful, sharp-jawed, androgynous—and felt a pulse in her chest. Matt's sister. She was Matt Holt's sister now. And that meant…
Matt and Samuel Holt were still alive. Still out there.
Still doomed, unless something changed.
Her breath hitched. The shock and disbelief melted into something steadier, heavier.
Resolve.
The system chimed again, pulling her attention to a new icon: a tiny cube on the edge of her vision.
[Dimensional Workshop Anchor Available]
[Create your Maker Room? Y/N]
Her fingers twitched.
"Yes."
The world blurred—and then she stood in a space that wasn't a space, but a workshop made of glowing gridlines stretching into soft infinity. A single workbench waited in the center, pristine and blank. Text floated overhead.
[Maker Room: Level 0
Tools: None
Potential: Infinite]
A hollow laugh escaped her. Empty workshop or not, she had eighty million system credits. Enough to jump-start anything. Enough to rewrite fate.
Enough to save her 'new' family.
For the first time since waking, she exhaled fully.
"I can work with this."
The workshop dissolved, depositing her back into her small Garrison dorm. The mirror showed her new face again—Katie Holt, young enough to pass as a boy genius, smart enough to get away with anything if she played it right.
And Amethyst Sage, twenty-six-year-old woman reincarnated into a nineteen-year-old cadet in a universe on the brink of war.
She squared her shoulders.
The Garrison thought "Pidge Gunderson" was just a kid prodigy.
They had no idea a Maker had walked through their door.