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Imagine being a Captain of a rebel resistance force against the Galra Empire...

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Word Count: 4,444

Warnings: None! Other than cheesy fluff, Lance being a flirt, and badass female fighter pilots

(Totally stole the plane design from Star Wars lol and character descriptions were inspired by @ctchrysler‘s Original Characters💕)

Set in Voltron Season 2, Episode 3: “Greening the Cube”

“Hello, daddy. Hello, mom.

I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!

Hello world! I'm your wild girl.

I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!”

Nova’s blue eyes twitched in frustration as tools and small gadgets jumped off of the table and shelves as a result from the high bass setting that echoed through the ship.

Even with her earplugs pushed tight into her ears and her sole attention drawn to the weird space spore connected to her computers and scopes, the obnoxious music managed to penetrate her small bubble.

It seemed to be a religious practice for the ship's captain to blare annoying Earthen 80's music whenever they could. And it annoyed the other ship’s occupants to death.

“Stone age love and strange sounds too.

Come on, baby, let me get to you.

Bad nights causing teenage blues.

Get down ladies, you've got nothin' to lose.”

On the floor above, Nexia was being restricted to a much-needed nap.

The upbeat music caused her to groan in frustration and slam her pillow onto her face, desperate to at least muffle the infuriating sound. She continued to steam in anger as she reached over for her belt and buckled the pillow around her head. She began to smash her head against the wall.

“Hey, street boy, want some style?

Your dead end dreams don't make you smile.

I'll give you something to live for.

Have you and grab you until you're sore.”

Ishoël was busy in the ship’s hull with her maps and coordinates. Her large purple ears twitched and rang slightly due to their sensitivity to the blaring music, but she couldn’t help but tap her foot and swish her tail along with the beat.

Being of Galran descent, she had never heard such upbeat music before, only monotone hymns and war chants. As much as her squad would whine and complain, she quite liked Earthen music. It was so different!

“Hello, daddy. Hello, mom.

I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!

Hello world! I'm your wild girl.

I'm your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!”

In the center of it all, the bringer of suffering was you. You danced around the ship’s deck like no one was watching - and even when Nexus and Nova would sit by, glare, and judge you, you wouldn’t stop anyways.

You would always argue these moments of dance and song were all in honor of your team’s success of the many successful liberation missions against the Galra Empire. The twins and Ishoël would always agree with your statements and let you return to your goofy, silly party state.

Oh, the perks of being Captain!

Your long pink hair swished and swayed with every movement, you enjoyed having your hair down once in a while. You loved these rare moments, when you could blare your foreign music and dance wildly.

“Cherry bomb!

Cherry bomb!

Cherry bomb!”

Back under the decks, Nexus trudged out of her barracks with her pillow still tied tightly around her ears and entered her sister’s lab. Nova glanced up from her test subject towards her miserable twin.

Any other day the scientist would smirk and revel in her twin’s irritation, but both of the twins were suffering terribly at the moment.

“I swear, I’m going to kill that nerdy Earth kid for introducing her to this crap.” The eldest twin grumbled as she slammed her head onto the messy work desk in front of her. Her pillow knocked over a pencil cup and an empty test tube.

The younger twin nodded her head silently, her eyes never breaking from one of her many computer screens, her pale nimble fingers flying over the keys.

“What’re you doing anyways? Trying to make electricity with your space potato?” The ship was blessed with a moment of silence as the sound system was preparing for the next terrible Earthen song.

Nova ignored her guest and carried on with her business. “Isn’t that the squishy asteroid thing we picked up outside?” Another round of silence. The eldest grew a tick mark from her sister’s kuudere personality, but the expression was turned into one of confusion when Nova read the computer screen, “Under attack...Galra...Help.”

“What?!”

Nova ignored Nexus again as she typed in the coordinates the space spore produced. With a chime from her computer, she turned the screen to her Nexus. The image on the screen provided all the answers.

“The Olkari?” Nexus asked. Nova nodded in affirmation. Nexus nodded firmly, “Let’s get this to miss leader, before she makes us all deaf.”

“We're no strangers to love

You know the rules and so do I~”

Nova and Nexus shared a horrified look before sprinting out of the lab and to the main deck. “Not this song! It’s awful!”

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The sight before the mighty Paladins of the Legendary Voltron was not at all what they were expecting.

When the Paladins heard whimpers and wails behind the cell door, their immediate thoughts went to torture, but last time they checked, a romantic movie with the Romeo and Juliet troupe wasn’t torture.

The Black, Red, Blue, and Yellow paladins shared a dumbfounded look with each other.

“She loves you!” Their mission’s target was sobbing like a baby, his eyes never tearing away from the holographic movie screen.

The paladins approached the kidnapped king. “King Lubos?” The black paladin asked. Confusion swam in all of the paladins’ minds. Both the king and his chained assistant turned to the newcomers.

“Who are you? The jesters I requested?”

“Ummm…” The blue paladin started awkwardly, “We’re here to like...rescue you?”

The king made a noise in the back of his throat and discreetly pressed a button on the side of his recliner. The lights flashed on momentarily blinding the occupants, and the main doors slid open. Red lights and sirens flashed all around.

The Galran base leader stalked into the room with a vicious smirk. They were caught!

“You could’ve just said ‘no thanks’.” The yellow paladin remarked towards the traitorous king.

“Looks like someone came to rescue you, your highness.” The base leader smirked in amusement.

“You turned your back on your own people to save your own skin.” The black paladin accused, offending the Olkarian King.

“I’m doing this for my people! They wanted to fight the Galra, but they’re too powerful. The gala could destroy us!” The king tried to defend his actions, but it was a blatant excuse and the Paladins knew it.

“So you helped enslave your people to build some super weapon?” The blue paladin hissed.

“Don’t make me the bad guy!” King Lubos snapped and pointed a finger toward the base leader, “He forced me to do it!”

“Did he force-feed you too?”

The silence spoke a thousand words.

“You’re no king.” The red paladin piped up before charging at the Olkarian king. The royal tried to scramble away, but was head-butted by the chained assistant and thrown into the paladin’s grasp.

The red paladin raised his bayard toward the king’s throat. “Ok! We’re walking out of here! Anyone who tries to stop us and Lubos gets it!” The paladin’s teammates spluttered from shock of Keith’s sudden declaration.

“La-sai, what’re you doing?” The king whimpered towards the angered assistant. “You betrayed our people, I can’t live this lie anymore!” La-sai stated with a deep glare.

“You don’t want me to hurt your genius engineer, right?” The red paladin returned his attention to the Galra commander.

“Oh, be my guest~ His work is done. The cube is complete.”

“What?” King Lubos exclaimed, sweat dripping from his forehead. “B-But, I thought we had a deal!”

“Guards, put them all out of their misery.” The commander smirked. The Galra soldier bots’ guns lit up as they began to charge its ammo, but before anything could happen, an explosion shook the entire building. Red laser blasts cut through the wall and separated the paladins and the Galra.

Through the newly formed hole was a mysterious ship. One that only the Galra could identify.

“Valkries!” The Galra leader was choked on the large clouds of smoke.

“Need a lift?” A female voice called out through the plane’s speakers. The paladins didn’t know who or what side they were on, but they needed a quick escape and the world presented itself with one. Hastily, those who sided with Team Voltron climbed onto the ship’s nose and held on tight. The pilot backed out from the building and sped off towards the forest.

“I got pick up, Artemis. Light ‘em up!”

“Roger, Luna!”

A plane nearly identical to their rescue vessel, other than its color scheme, soared past them and began laser assaults on the main building as well as taking out all the Galra posts surrounding the base.

“Who are you?” The black paladin shouted over the wind. He tried his best to distinguish their rescuer, but with both the tinted window and helmet visor, the Shiro could only see the pilot’s silhouette.

“An ally!” She answered with a thumb’s up.

“Shiro, Lance, you guys okay?! Who is this?” The green paladin asked through their comm link, tailing the foreign plane into the woods.

“We don’t know, they said they’re an ally.” Shiro answered back.

“Here’s your stop!” The pilot said as she hovered above the ground, nearest to where the Olkari village was settled.

“It’s the Geidi Prime Valkyries!” An Olkarian exclaimed, triggering the rest of the populace to flock towards the plane, all cheering and waving.

King Lubos practically threw himself off of the plane’s nose and went onto his knees, his forehead buried deep into the ground. With the Valkyries here, he was toast now! He began to vomit out praises and apologizes, beginning for his safety.

“The what?” Lance asked the nearest Olkarian to him. The alien brought their hand down from the air and clasped them to their chest in a lovesick manner. “The Geidi Prime Valkyries! They’re the best of the Geidi Prime brigades whose mission is to stop all Galra! Much like yours, mighty paladins.”

The paladins observed the medium-sized ship. It had more length than height with its nose being the most prominent and decorative. Along the hood was painted outstretched wings with a sword running through the middle. Down its body was a mint green stripe, and numerous painted tally marks dotted the line. It had four thrust engines with a laser cannon on each of its four wings. The wings themselves formed an ‘x’ shape.

The pilot saluted to the crowd through the window, before swinging back around towards the Galra base and hitting its thrusters. As seemingly fast as their own lions, the vessel swerved through the trees and out of sight.

The Olkari crowd continued their cheering even after she left. Pidge was unashamedly a part of this crowd.

The paladins stared at their youngest with raised eyebrows.

Pidge chuckled sheepishly when she finally realized the looks her team was throwing at her. “What??” She asked innocently. “Did you see those Incom 5H5 fusial thrust engines?! And the LP8 laser cannons?!” Pidge continued on with her fangirl rave.

Hunk, Lance, and Keith recoiled when Pidge began to drool.

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“All bystanders are free from the battle zone.”

“About time! What’d you do? Have a pint of mead and flirt?” You snorted.

Artemis was always the first to respond, and always with a sassy comment. “I wouldn’t have minded, the one in black was cute.”

“Whatever, Luna.” You grinned at Nova’s annoyance.

“Are you two done with your lovers’ quarrel up there, because the Galra’s newest weapon is on the move.” Gemini was the next to come through the link.

“Alright, alright, what you got for us, Apollo?” You asked. Your eyes trailed on the weird black floating cube in front of you.

“So far it hasn’t done anything, but cruising along the planet’s surface.” Nova’s smooth, monotone voice answered. “Gemini and I are still trying to hack into the main base to get intel.”

Both Valkyrie ships cruised parallel to each other, staying a good distance from the cruising cube: the Galra’s newest war machine.

“It’s just a dumb cube, what’s it gonna do? Shoot lasers at us?” Nexus wisecracked with a smirk.

The purple lining of the cube flashed and formed a- “GAH! I didn’t mean it!” It seemed the weaponry had heard Artemis’ taunts and fired a laser at her.

“You just had to go and taunt the thing didn’t you?”

“Shut up and help me!”

You rolled your eyes and went to assist your partner, who became the target for the cube’s lasers. You fired lasers at the cube, the bullets only being absorbed and no damage coming to the cube. You became the next target, as the cube started firing its lasers back at your ship. You just managed to flip your plan just in time to avoid being hit with the rapidly fired lasers.

“Great! It absorbs power!” Artemis shouted angrily. Both female pilots swerved out of the way from lasers as the cube continued to relentlessly fire at them.

“Apollo, get me a weakness!” You exclaimed over the comm.

“Trying.”

“Artemis, fall back so Apollo can figure it out.” Nexus sighed in frustration and pouted. She came out for a fight and now-! “AH!” She screamed out again when a large vessel flew past her, nearly clipping the end of her right wing.

Gemini gasped, “Oh my stars...I-Its…”

“Is that-?”

“It’s Voltron!”

The four Valkyrie’s stared at the robot in awe.

“So it’s true…” You breathed.

They all watched as Voltron tried to fight off the cube, but the Paladins had yet to realize the cube’s power as they used one of the robot’s special powers to try and defeat the weaponry. Not even a moment later did the cube retaliate with its own power and the mighty robot was thrown to the ground like a rag doll.

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“Ouch!” The Paladins yelped from the hard landing.

“You all alright?!” Shrio asked through the comms. He sighed in relief when he got responses back. “Good! Now let’s: Form Sword!”

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The Valkyries watched Voltron summon its sword and slice the cube straight down the middle.

“T-that couldn't have worked...right??” There were now two cubes floating. The pair flashed a blinding light, before returning to their black and purple coloring.

“It can split up?!” Nexus shrieked in the comms.

“Weakness! Now!” You commanded.

“We’re trying!” Ishoël answered back.

Voltron retaliated and sliced the cubes through the middle, but their victory didn't last long as now four cubes flashed and came back online. They began to surround Voltron and fire their lasers at the large robot.

Voltron used its shield to deflect the lasers, but in no time the robot had difficulty protecting all its sides from the four fierce cubes, and eventually, the robot separated into five individual lions.

“I’m going in!” You punched your right throttle forward, your ship lurched back into the fray.

“Finally!” Artemis cackled and followed you in.

You flew past one of the cubes that chased after the red lion, instantly gaining the cube’s attention. The cube fired its lasers at your plane, but you were quicker.

With both throttles, you maneuvered your plane into summersault to avoid the lasers. Upside down, but leveled you fire your lasers against a second cube that was relentless upon the black lion. You swerved your plane to avoid colliding with the weakened lion robot, but now you had two cubes chasing you.

"T-there's no weakness!" Gemini stuttered through the comm link.

"What do you mean there’s no weakness?!" Artemis screeched as she did the same flip maneuver to save the blue lion.

"The cubes were made by the Olkari, they make their tech flawless with no abnormality. No matter who or what the weapon is for.” Apollo piped up.

To make matters worse, the green lion was shot down by a cube. Its mechanical cat body rocketed back into the tall forest.

“Ah!” Artemis grunted when a rogue laser struck the tip of her X-wing. “Oh no you didn’t!!” She roared in anger and fired upon the third cube. The Valkyries’ lasers did nothing to the four cubes, but with all chasing the pair, the beaten-up Voltron lions sat out and tried to recuperate.

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"What are they doing?!" Keith grunted out as he and the rest of the Paladins watched as the Valkyries played tag with the cubes. Pidge had been shot down and was unresponsive and now these strange planes were doing another reckless thing!

"I don't know, but that is probably the best piloting skills I have ever seen," Shiro stated in awe as the two planes dodged and spun away from the array of lasers.

Keith and Lance pursed their lips, mainly the latter. Both thought their flying skills were exceptional, yet only to get shown up by a group of mystery pilots.

"They can't hold on much longer," Keith said as the purple-painted Valkyrie had smoke trailing out its wings.

"We gotta get back in there!" Hunk exclaimed as he and the paladins moved to enter back into the field.

"Guys, hang on!"

"Pidge!"

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"I can't keep this up all day, miss leader!" Artemis clenched her teeth as she dove into another nosedive. She winced again when another laser shaved off a piece of metal from her laser cannon.

As much as you never wanted to admit defeat and raise a white flag of surrender, you couldn’t help but agree. Sweat had built around your temples and your knuckles began to throb from how tight you squeezed the throttles.

Would this be it?? Would you and Artemis be shot down because these stupid cubes couldn’t be defeated?? Would this be the end of the Geidi Prime Valkyries??

“Got ya!” Pidge cheered in victory as she shot a large bright green laser at one of the cube’s on Artemis’ tail. The laser hit the second cube, causing the glowing purple lights to turn green for a moment before an army of vines erupted from the center of the cube. The long, heavy vines coiled around the edges of the cube and the Galra weapon fell out of the sky.

The second cube left Artemis and chased after the green lion, but Pidge was ready. The lion simply spun around and aimed its newly formed cannon at the cubes.

“Aw come on!” Artemis whined. “He just stole my thunder!” She pouted, hands loose on the throttles now that the enemy was off her six.

“Want some of mine then?!” You grunted out as you spun your ship into a tight freefall. You could feel your seat growing hot and on your screen, the left bottom engine began to illuminate orange.

“Luna!” Artemis punched her ship back into gear and intercepted the second cube trailing you.

It felt like you were back to square one with cubes following both planes. "Thanks, Artemis! Now, let's line it up for him!"

Both Valkyries did one last aerial flip; You pulled up from low in the air and flipped upside down again. Artemis did the same, coming from high above.

You both grinned up at one another through your cockpits as you passed each other. Green lasers came from the side and shot at the final cubes.

You sighed out in exhaustion and relief, while Artemis did flips and spirals as she whooped and cheered.

“Did you see that flip?! I’ve never flown upside before!” She cheered.

“Very impressive, sister.”

“Nice job, Artemis!”

“Watch out, Luna! I’m on my way to steal your wings!”

You rolled your eyes in amusement. “Whatever you say, Artemis.”

Gemini came through the comm links again. "Information has been extracted, and the Olkari are invading. All Galra ships are fleeing."

“Roger that, Gemini. Let's go, Artemis." Both Valkyries turned their planes toward the Galra base and cruised off. The Voltron lions followed close behind.

The blue lion appeared at Artemis' side and started to pull ahead. The pilot narrowed her eyes, he wasn’t....was he?

Artemis smirked before hitting her thrusters, leaving the blue lion in her dust.

Lance blinked in confusion before gaining a smirk of his own. “A race, huh? Not on our watch! Let's hit it, Blue!”

"I want to thank you and the rest of your team." Ryner shook Nova and Ishoël’s hands in gratitude.

"We're just doing our duty to the galaxy!" Ishoël grinned before the three of them turned their attention toward the sky. They blinked to avoid dust flying in their eyes as two Valkyrie ships and five Voltron lions landed.

Nova and Ishoël rushed up to the x-wing fighter planes; Ishoël looked like a goofball as she ran with her arms high in greeting. Nova simply followed behind her with a small smile.

The Voltron Paladins rushed out of their own lions to properly meet the Giedi Prime Valkyries. Their attention went from the planes towards the two people on the ground, all of them gasped when they spotted a human girl with dark blue hair tied in a low ponytail that hung loosely on her shoulder, a pair of goggles sat on her head, and tool belt hanging loosely from her hips.

But what surprised the Paladins was the- “Galra!” Keith snarled as he pulled out his bayard. He charged at the tall Galra female with his teammates right on his heels with their own bayards.

The pilot of the purple Valkyrie plane hopped out of her cockpit and landed in between the red paladin and her own teammates.

The Paladins, minus the raging red, were surprised she made such a landing from that height without injury. “Hold your horses, tomato head!” The pilot shouted as she held her hands up and peeled off her helmet.

And it was like slow motion.

The pilot was female and looked nearly identical to other on the ground. Identical twins, they all presumed. But half of the pilot’s head was shaved down with the other half being a sweaty, windswept mess.

Hunk snorted, “Tomato head.” Keith snarled at him.

Lance was all goo-goo eyes and hearts.

“What's going on here?” Their attention turned to the new voice.

And it was like slow motion.

You approached the group and peeled off your helmet. Your long bubblegum pink hair spilled out of the helmet and down her back in a high ponytail. You looked between both groups for answers.

“Just another Galra mistake, Luna,” Ishoël answered with a wave of dismissal. Her fluffy purple ears flicked as she smiled shyly, showing off her sharp, pearly white fangs. Her golden eyes turned into little crescent moons with her adorable smile.

The black paladin cleared his throat and stepped forward. He took off his helmet to show peace.

And it was like slow motion.

He was tall, handsome, and boy were his gray eyes pretty. His hair was jet black except for the tuft of white that hung into his eyes. A long, jagged pink scar covered his nose, but to you, it made him even more interesting.

Nova elbowed you out of your daydream.

“We’re sorry for our mistake. I-I’m sure you can understand why-”

“Please don’t worry about it. I’m well aware of what my people are doing. You don’t need to apologize.” Ishoël waved off his apology.

“Ishoël, you’re such a saint.” You cooed as you stepped beside her and wrapped your arms around her forearms. She was too tall to properly wrap your arms around her neck.

“You work with a Galra?” Keith couldn’t believe his eyes.

Hunk, Lance, and Pidge had taken off their helmets and sheathed their bayards; Keith hesitated for a moment before following his team.

“There are many Galras that don’t follow the regime. We have lots of Galran refugees in our ranks.” You answered simply. Nexus nodded firmly with her arms crossed, she shot a stink eye on the red paladin.

Your small smile dropped into immense surprise when the green paladin launched herself at your face. Stars had replaced Pidge’s eyes and she stared up at your squad as if you were royalty. “On Geidi Prime right?? We’ve only heard about your planet here and there, but actually seeing you guys in action! Your planes are gorgeous by the way! They’re technological masterpieces and the engines and laser canons- WOW!” Her team also had looks of surprise, never had they seen Pidge fangirl so hard.

Nova stepped forward and- “Thank you! Finally, someone appreciates all my hard work!” The Valkyries matched the Paladins’ shock as they watched their tech wizard come out of her shell and speak so happily.

“You made them?!” Nova nodded with a loud hum.

“That’s AMAZING! I have to see the technological advancements and mechanisms you guys have!”

Stars floated around the pair.

“Of course!” Nova took Pidge by her wrist and dragged her towards Nexus’ beaten plane.

The two battle squads continued to watch the pair with wide eyes and gobsmacked.

“Guess Nova’s found a new friend,” Ishoël commented.

Nexus flushed pink with jealousy and marched over to her plane, angrily grumbling about how no one will steal her twin away from her.

Lance slinked up next to you and Ishoël with his usual cheesy smirk. “So what’re your guys’ names?”

Ishoël smiled with her fangs again. “My name is Ishoël. Nova took off with your friend and Nexus is her twin.” She pointed over to the plane with the purple-painted pinstripe.

“ ‘Nexus’, huh?” He slicked back his short brown hair and readjusted his blue and white chest piece. “I can work with that.” He strutted off confidently towards the older twin.

The remaining Valkyries watched him go with surprise.

“Ignore him.” Shiro huffed in amusement and annoyance.

“That’s Lance, our resident flirt,” Hunk answered with a snort.

“He’s terrible at it though.” Keith rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“So, there’s Lance, Pidge was stolen by your friend, this is Hunk and Keith.” He introduced the yellow and red paladins at his side. “And I’m Shiro. You are?”

Ishoël pinched your side so you wouldn’t sigh out the black paladin’s name like some love-sick fool. You cleared your throat and swallowed down the butterflies. Good thing Ishoël was good at reading you. “Captain (Y/n) of the Geidi Prime Valkyrie Squadron, a multi-awarded Ace and one of the leading generals for the resistance~”

You grew pink as your hair at Ishoël’s words. She didn’t have to give your full title!

Shiro stepped forward and held out his hand. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m eager to work with you in the future to liberate the universe from the Galra Empire.”

You smiled and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go end a war.”

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lecalendrierrepublicain · 1 month

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Quintidi 5 Germinal an CCXXXII

(Dimanche 24 mars 2024 / Sunday, March 24th, 2024)

🇨🇵 Texte en français et en anglais / Text in French and English 🇬🇧/🇺🇲

Le calendrier républicain, adopté pendant la Révolution française, était une tentative de rompre avec le passé monarchique et catholique en instaurant un système de mesure du temps basé sur les valeurs républicaines et agricoles. Chaque jour du calendrier républicain était dédié à une plante, un animal, un outil ou un événement symbolique, reflétant ainsi les idéaux de la Révolution.

Le mois de Germinal dans le calendrier républicain français représente le renouveau et la vitalité de la nature au printemps. Du 20 mars au 19 avril, Germinal est le mois où la terre se réveille de son sommeil hivernal, où les bourgeons éclosent et où les premières fleurs colorent les paysages. Il incarne le début de la saison des semailles et le travail de la terre, symbolisant ainsi l'espoir et la promesse d'une nouvelle récolte. Germinal rappelle également les idéaux républicains de liberté, d'égalité et de fraternité, en invitant chacun à contribuer à l'essor de la société et à cultiver un avenir meilleur.

La journée du 5 Germinal dans le calendrier républicain français est dédiée à la poule, l'un des animaux de basse-cour les plus courants et les plus utiles. Cette journée offre une occasion spéciale de célébrer et d'apprécier la poule pour ses multiples contributions à l'agriculture, à l'alimentation et à la culture.

Les poules, sont élevées pour leurs œufs, leur viande et leur contribution à la gestion des déchets organiques. Elles sont également appréciées pour leur caractère sociable.

Les poules sont des animaux polyvalents qui fournissent une source importante de protéines sous forme d'œufs et de viande. Les œufs de poule sont une source de protéines de haute qualité, de vitamines (notamment la vitamine D, la vitamine B12 et la vitamine A) et de minéraux tels que le fer et le zinc. De plus, la viande de poulet est une source de protéines maigres et constitue une partie importante de l'alimentation dans de nombreuses cultures à travers le monde.

En plus de leur valeur nutritive, les poules offrent également d'autres avantages. Elles jouent un rôle important dans la gestion des déchets organiques en se nourrissant de restes de nourriture et en produisant du fumier riche en nutriments pour les cultures. De plus, leur présence dans les fermes et les jardins peut aider à contrôler les ravageurs et à prévenir les infestations de parasites.

La journée du 5 Germinal est l'occasion de sensibiliser à l'importance de l'élevage des poules de manière responsable et respectueuse du bien-être animal. Les poules élevées en liberté ont accès à un environnement naturel, une alimentation variée et la possibilité d'exprimer leurs comportements naturels, ce qui contribue à leur bien-être global et à la qualité des produits qu'elles fournissent.

En conclusion, la journée du 5 Germinal dans le calendrier républicain est l'occasion de célébrer la poule pour ses multiples contributions à l'agriculture, à l'alimentation et à la culture. En appréciant et en valorisant cet animal polyvalent, nous reconnaissons son importance dans nos vies et dans nos communautés, ainsi que son rôle essentiel dans la production alimentaire et la préservation de l'environnement.

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The Republican calendar, adopted during the French Revolution, was an attempt to break with the monarchical and Catholic past by establishing a system of time measurement based on republican and agricultural values. Each day of the Republican calendar was dedicated to a plant, an animal, a tool, or a symbolic event, thus reflecting the ideals of the Revolution.

The month of Germinal in the French Republican calendar represents the renewal and vitality of nature in spring. From March 20 to April 19, Germinal is the month when the earth awakens from its winter slumber, when buds open, and when the first flowers color the landscapes. It embodies the beginning of the sowing season and the work of the land, symbolizing hope and the promise of a new harvest. Germinal also recalls the republican ideals of liberty, equality, and fraternity, inviting everyone to contribute to the development of society and to cultivate a better future.

The 5th of Germinal in the French republican calendar is dedicated to the chicken, one of the most common and useful barnyard animals. This day provides a special opportunity to celebrate and appreciate the chicken for its multiple contributions to agriculture, food, and culture.

Chickens are raised for their eggs, meat, and their contribution to organic waste management. They are also valued for their sociable nature.

Chickens are versatile animals that provide an important source of protein in the form of eggs and meat. Chicken eggs are a high-quality protein source, containing vitamins (including vitamin D, vitamin B12, and vitamin A) and minerals such as iron and zinc. Additionally, chicken meat is a source of lean protein and is a significant part of the diet in many cultures around the world.

In addition to their nutritional value, chickens offer other benefits. They play a crucial role in organic waste management by feeding on food scraps and producing nutrient-rich manure for crops. Furthermore, their presence on farms and in gardens can help control pests and prevent parasite infestations.

The 5th of Germinal is an opportunity to raise awareness about the importance of raising chickens responsibly and respecting animal welfare. Free-range chickens have access to a natural environment, varied diet, and the opportunity to express their natural behaviors, contributing to their overall well-being and the quality of the products they provide.

In conclusion, the 5th of Germinal in the republican calendar is an opportunity to celebrate the chicken for its multiple contributions to agriculture, food, and culture. By appreciating and valuing this versatile animal, we recognize its importance in our lives and communities, as well as its essential role in food production and environmental preservation.

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