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"Coran, what's happening?" Shiro shouted over the coms.

"The integrity of the Wormhole has been compromised! IT'S BREAKING DOWN!" Coran shouted over the alarms.

"WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?" Hunk asked.

"IT MEANS WE HAVE NO CONTROL OVER WHERE WE'RE HEADING!"

Keith

Keith struggled to somehow gain control of the spiral dive he and Red were making. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be, the witch's attack must have done something to the Castle itself, considering the launch doors never closed, sending Black, and judging by the screams in the com links, everyone else spiraling rapidly out of control into the wormholes outer walls.

There was an almost blinding flash, Keith yelled as the ground came rushing to meet them. The eyes of the Red Lion were spinning in front of him, making him nauseated as they plummeted to the ground. It looked like an open valley in a mountainous place but that could be completely inaccurate given the circumstances.

Knuckles white, Keith braced for impact. Red bulldozed magnificently into a small group of what looked like pine trees, taking a few down and skidding a few hundred feet until finally stopping.

'I'm gonna have whiplash for weeks,' he thought dazedly, when he could see straight again and recognize they were no longer moving, he rubbed his face for a moment. His whole body felt stiff and sore, and he was still seeing spots.

"Red?" he questioned cautiously pushing and prying a few buttons and controls in an attempt to rouse his lion. She gave no response, he couldn't blame her. They're landing was anything but graceful and the fight with Zarkon had nearly killed them both.

Speaking of which….

"Allura, you have some serious explaining to do," he muttered, attempting to unbuckle his seat belt. It would have been immeasurably helpful to know that Zarkon was a former Paladin. The former BLACK Paladin, at that! Before risking Voltron's butt in a botched attempt to rescue her! If Shiro hadn't-

"Shiro!" Keith's head snapped up, his heart beginning to pound. He had almost forgotten! Shiro had landed on this planet too!

'I've got to find him before something else does!' He thought, panicking. He finally got the belt off and almost fell out of the cockpit seat. Keith scrambled to his feet.

"Shiro? Can you hear me? SHIRO?" he shouted into the com. No answer, radio silence.

Keith swore and ran out of Red, his bayard morphing into the familiar sword as he sprinted away. He hated to leave her, but he couldn't do anything to help her at the moment. He cursed the valley as he ran, nearly tripping into a crevice after a barely judged leap over a boulder. This was anything but a smooth valley. Keith paused to take a half second to actually survey his surroundings. The area was dotted with large boulders and rocky structures, and everything from small foundation cracks to massive canyon deep crevices that could drop him for more than sixty feet and leave him as a Paladin pancake at the bottom.

He looked back up to where had been running to. There was a large column of smoke in the distance shielded by another small pocket of pine trees.

"Oh Black, please don't be on fire," he moaned, taking off again. If she was on fire, they didn't have the tools necessary to fix her, and who knew how long it would take for Allura and Coran to find them? Assuming the Castleship was still in one piece.

He abruptly decided to ignore that train of thought.

As he got closer, he noticed the columns slowly divided. It wasn't one fire, but many, concentrated around a single area. This couldn't be where Shiro had landed, but if it was a settlement maybe he could ask for directions or help. Keith tried to contact Shiro again, but all he got for an answer was a ragged sound like heavy breathing. Was he hurt? In pain?

Keith looked up and froze, his insides turning to ice as his eyes finally clapped hold on the settlement walls.

Heads. Galra heads. Hundreds of them mounted on pikes like a second barrier wall. He even spotted a few sentry heads intermingled among them.

Keith's stomach turned as he accidentally made eye contact with the mummified heads. It seemed the Galra had definitely left a mark here, just not the one they probably wanted. Come to think of it… This was probably the first planet that he had seen anything like this, where the inhabitants fought back so fiercely that the GALRA had, he assumed, fled. Voltron might have just found its first major ally.

"OI! You down there!" Keith jumped, the loud gruff voice brought him promptly back to reality. Looking up, he noticed the guard towers around the settlement and the very large and very angry looking guard. It was a large… Man? With greenish grey skin, large tusks, and a short ponytail. He had broad shoulders and massive arms. He was glaring at Keith with beady eyes, his thick looking armor gleamed in the moonlight.

"You're not welcome here, Outlander. This is an Orc stronghold." he snapped, leaning forward intimidatingly. Panic made Keith's heart speed up again, his sword flashed back to normal and he pocketed it, holding his hands in the air. If these creatures did this much damage to the Galra, he didn't want to know what they would do to him. Not that he wouldn't fight but it didn't exactly look like the odds were in his favor.

"I come in peace!" he blurted out, feeling a little idiotic, but he had a feeling his life depended on this creature's first impression of him. He didn't want his head on one of those pikes.

"Get moving then, milk-drinker!" he growled looking disgusted. Keith arched an eyebrow.

"Milk-drinker? What's that supposed to mean?" he retorted maybe a little more aggressively than was advisable. He'd been here for less than two varga and he was already getting insulted. Or… that's what it sounded like.

Apparently, this was the wrong response to have, the creature lifted an enormous warhammer, grunting angrily.

"What are you gonna do about it, boy?" he snarled, Keith felt his stomach drop.

'Wrong thing to say!' He felt adrenaline starting to pump through his body, blood pounding in his ears as he prepared for an assault. He forced himself to breathe deeply for a moment.

"I'm not here to pick a fight! I'm lost, and I'm looking for my friend. He's taller than me, and wearing black armor similar to mine!"

'And please don't behead me!' He added to himself, he didn't think he could do much universe saving with his head mounted on a pike. Or much else, really. The guard never stopped glaring at him, the nostrils on his flattened nose flaring.

"Head north towards Markarth. If your friend is still alive, the most likely place he'll head to. NOW SCRAM!"

'Don't need to tell me twice!' Keith thought as he booked it north. He sprinted as fast as his legs could carry him, as far as they could, away from the furious green guard. Taking guidance from his helmet since he lacked any other kind of compass.

After about 200 ticks of sprinting, he slowed, crashing into a boulder, gasping and leaning against it for support as he caught his breath. He was only sure of two things at this point. The first being the Galra had been here and were either slaughtered or forced to retreat. He sort of wished he had had the chance to ask the guard a few questions about that.

And second, the inhabitants on this planet were either really violent or really territorial, considering how irritated the guard had been for being asked a simple question by an "Outlander".

He pushed off the boulder and started jogging again, knots of worry knitting in his stomach. If Shiro or the other Paladin's had landed here and were… Alive… like the guard had said so wonderfully skeptically, was it that easy to die here? Forget Allura and Coran, as soon as he found Shiro, they were booking it off this place. Alliances could wait.

Keith paused again, he had no idea if the Black Lion had landed in the North. How was he supposed to—

"Idiot!" Keith facepalmed, their helmets could track each other's location! This entire time he could have actually been making progress towards Shiro! He tapped his helmet a few times, an arrow sprang up, pointing out the location of the Black Lion.

'Hey, they really did land north,' he thought, relieved.

"Shiro? Shiro, can you hear me? Shiro?" he started sprinting again, desperation making him talk a little louder into the com links, he needed Shiro to answer. If Shiro was unconscious when they had landed, he should have been up by now. It had been at least two varga since they crashed!

It was surprisingly easy to find Black. She had left a 200-meter long skid with desolated trees in her wake before stopping near a large boulder. She seemed to be semi-conscious. But Keith couldn't see Shiro.

Keith froze as a chill ran up his spine, it took him a moment to register what he was seeing.

There was blood everywhere, a pool by Black's paw, and the rest of it looked like it had been walked through. It was oddly dark, blackened almost. Keith's heart started pounding as he looked closer. Paw prints, large paw prints everywhere, they lead to the pool of blood which he could only assume was Shiro's, and then away to the right. Small blood spatters made the paw prints look dirty.

"Quiznack!" he swore, scrambling in the direction the prints lead. Had Shiro been attacked? Was something eating him?

'No no no! Not happening!' He thought, terrified.

"SHIRO! ANSWER ME! SHIRO!" he shouted, at least he didn't hear any bones crunching on the other side. Keith tore up the slope leading into a small mountainous area, following the small barely worn path. An animal path. He tripped on some of the rocks and nearly ate dirt but continued his desperate climb anyway. Dodging around demented looking blueberry bushes and large, cracked boulders. As he rounded the final switchback, he spotted a small cave opening. Keith stopped for a moment, gasping for air. There was a fire going in the cave where the blood trail led. So either something was actually helping Shiro, or just liked their long beef cooked through. He crept to the mouth of the cave, peering in. He had to take a moment to process what he was seeing.

Shiro was there, hurt badly and judging by his unsteady breathing he wasn't doing well. There was a small fire lighting up the cave, and he seemed to be on some sort of medieval sleeping bag. Leaning over him was… Well, he wasn't entirely sure. Some sort of tiger lady, with a large fluffy tail, a thick, white, styled mohawk, in what looked like leather armor. There was a staff with a crescent moon by her on the sandy floor.

Shiro was hurt badly, the cat lady moved and the shadow disappeared, revealing large gashes on his side and torso, which was very likely the cause of all the blood. Keith frowned, she was stroking his head and murmuring in a language his com couldn't translate. Shiro seemed to be completely unaware of his surroundings, which explained the radio silence. He watched her prod at the wounds, muttering. She had already removed his shirt to inspect his injuries. Keith watched her hands light up with golden light which she was trying to use on the wound. Violet sprang out and lashed at her hand every time. She growled and ran a hand through her thick hair in what he assumed was worry and frustration.

'He must have gotten those wounds during the rescue,' Keith thought, his stomach twisted as he noticed how blackened the skin around the wounds was. He stepped forward, taking a breath. Before he could do anything, the lady pulled out a large dagger and buried it in Shiro's chest, hilt deep.

Keith froze, horror and rage making his vision go red.

"NO!" he screamed, drawing his sword and charging her.

Kisibhi

Kisibhi moved silently between the large boulders, doing her best to move quickly over the rough terrain above the roads leading to Markarth. She was exhausted from her flight but had finally outrun the sounds of the Forsworn, who were slowly invading the area, and that had held her captive for almost four days. Jone and Jode, the moons, lit her way nicely as her exhaustion rendered her night vision almost useless. Her head snapped up as a blinding flash like lightning lit up every crevice for a few seconds. Kisibhi watched as what looked like a ball of fire fell from the sky and crashed only two miles ahead of her in a small pocket of pines. She stood, rooted to the spot. Torn between curiosity and fear, she should keep running. Divines knew how long it would take before they caught up to her, or she could investigate.

She tore off in the direction of the crash, adrenaline giving her energy. She leaped over boulders and running farther and farther from the main road. She slowed to a near silent jog, panting slightly and tasting the air every so often to stay on track.

Kisibhi flinched, gasping, as a loud mental keening filled her mind. She doubled over, almost vomiting from the intensity of the call. Someone, or something, was in distress. Once she could see straight again, she continued a little more slowly, easily honing in on the crash site. She had only heard anguish like this one other time, and that was when she tried to heal the wounds inflicted on her people by the Galra monstrosities.

She stopped dead just inside the tree line, staring into the clearing in shock. At the end of the skid marks was the meteor. She gapped, the meteor was a giant metal khajit.

Kisibhi closed her eyes and focused on the distress signal, trying to feed a feeling of peace she didn't have to the creature. It turned its massive head, staring at Kisibhi. She smiled hesitantly, caught somewhere between awe and fear. She walked forward slowly, the smell of hot metal and burned soil was rank in the air.

"This one can help," Kisibhi told it soothingly, holding her hands up slowly. She flinched as the Being pressed against her mind, almost urgently. Kisibhi hesitated for only a moment before allowing it past her walls, creating open communication between herself and the giant black lion.

My Paladin! You must help my Paladin! The lion pleaded, Kisibhi looked around the clearing carefully, finally spotting the figure. It lay, crumpled on the ground, almost completely still. Kisibhi looked back at the lion but it had already laid its head almost mournfully on the ground. Kisibhi scrambled over to the figure, praying it wasn't already dead. He smelled tainted, slowly, she knelt down next to him. His breathing was ragged and unsteady, and his face was twisted with pain. He had both hands pressed against his side, blood was oozing between his fingers and pooling in the snow around him. She carefully pulled his hands away for a better look, sickened by what she saw.

There were four long gashes like the claws of an angry beast beginning from his back to his mid-torso. The wound itself very faintly glowed with violet light, malignant energy seemed to radiate from his body. Kisibhi looked away for a moment, shuddering. She had only seen wounds like this during the war with the angry purple elves, many hundreds had died from the poisoned magic. She shivered as the images passed by her mind's eye. She jumped, terrified as a voice split the silence around her.

"Shiro? SHIRO? CAN YOU HEAR ME? SHIRO!" she spun, looking around. But no bushes rustled, no feet beat the earth. Nothing, she was alone. Her fur was fluffed up and her ears were flat against her head, her heart pounding as she looked around again. Finally, she realized the voice was coming, somehow, from the black armored boy's body. Silence quickly returned as the voice cut out. The boy moaned in pain, he convulsed for a moment as the poison sank deeper into his body. She saw a tear slip down his cheek, he opened his eyes for a moment. Gasping for breath, he glanced at her and turned his head away. She could practically taste his fear.

Taking a steadying breath, Kisibhi slipped her arms under him and lifted him up, bridal style. He was surprisingly heavy, she grunted under his weight.

'This one will take him to a safe place to heal him,' she told the lion, she received no response. She shrugged and began hiking up the rocky terrain towards the rivers and caves of the Reach. She stumbled a little, cursing when she almost dropped him.

"Dark moons! Kisibhi is sorry!" she hissed quietly to him, glancing around cautiously before leaving the safety of the trees completely. She followed the small, careful path she had created the many times she had hidden and taken refuge in the sandy cave. Her paws guided her quickly, familiar with the pits and sharp rocks along the path. The weight of the task ahead of her rested on her shoulders like an unwanted mantle. The cave entrance appeared finally, and Kisibhi hurried towards it, her arms and back aching from the strain of carrying him for so long. He had begun to shudder again as the poison spread more quickly. It was killing him. Fast.

She hurried inside the cave, laying him on the floor and spreading her bedroll. She carefully shifted him onto it, making a small fire for light. It crackled merrily. Kisibhi sighed, running her claws through her mane.

'This one could ward the place but…' she glanced at him, he was already so far gone any magicka she used had to be used on him. She hurried to his side, he was writhing in agony, and calling out in a language she couldn't understand.

'So long as he isn't calling a Daedric Prince, this one doesn't care,' she thought, struggling to figure out how to unclasp his armor and remove it. He cried out again, her heart felt pierced for his pain.

He grabbed her wrists, gasping and pleading. Kisibhi pried his fingers off, she could easily overpower him but what good would that do outside of hurting him more?

"Please stop struggling, this one is trying to help you!" she snapped exasperated, if he didn't stop moving he was going to die before she could even fully examine the wounds!

'Moon sugar,' a soft voice in her head whispered, Kisibhi grabbed her satchel, rummaging through the contents as she tried to find the small yet priceless pouch of sugar. She grabbed his hand before he could dig his fingers into his wound again.

"Hush kitten, this one will stop the pain," she told him soothingly, her stomach tightening into knots. He clenched his jaw against another spasm of pain. Kisibhi forced his mouth open, measuring a careful pinch onto his tongue and forcing his mouth closed so he wouldn't spit it out. He was almost sobbing as he tried to pry her hand away from his mouth. She stroked his hair, waiting desperately for the drug to kick in. Slowly, he relaxed. The drug bringing blessed relief from his suffering.

Unheeded by his constant writhing, Kisibhi searched until she finally figured out how to get his thrice-cursed armor off. It wasn't a design she had ever seen a blacksmith use or any material she was familiar with. She pulled it all off, including his odd under armor shirt, tossing it aside and freezing. The fire illuminated a crisscross of scars on his chest and shoulders, she imagined many of them were on his back as well. She sucked in a breath, lightly touching the old brand on his side. She had never seen anything like it, but she knew a slave brand when she saw one.

The scars on her back burned white hot for a moment.

Shaking herself, Kisibhi began inspecting the rapidly blackening flesh around his wound. It pulsed with a sick violet light, he winced a little as she carefully moved the rotting flesh around and looked deep into the wound. She summoned her restoration spells, the golden light flowed down towards the wound, but the violet light lashed out at her hands, burning her. She ripped her hand back, gasping in pain. Furious, she tried again, the energy lashed out at her, this time cutting her palms.

"Dark moon and dull claws!" she swore, she tried one last time and was warded off again. Kisibhi ran her hands into her mane, scared.

"This one doesn't understand. What is in you, kitten?" Kisibhi demanded, frustrated. Her options had run out, she glared at the wound. Never taking her eyes off of the violet light, her hand found a grand soul gem inside her bag. She placed it on her thighs carefully, her hand resting on her dagger, the blade glowed with a soul trap enchantment. She chewed her lip, glancing at the spot just beneath his ribcage. Kisibhi glanced at the wound again, covered the boy's eyes with one hand, and plunged it into his chest. His body seized, he gasped for air.

"NO!" her head snapped up, horrified by the scream. There was another boy, dressed in similar armor. He screamed drawing a sword and charging her. Kisibhi scrambled back, grabbing her staff and deflecting his blows, he was swinging wildly at her, barely in control. Kisibhi swore as he nicked her exposed arm, disarmed him, and summoned Oblivion chains which secured him to the cave wall. She glanced at the soul gem, breathing hard from the effort of defending herself. A steady stream of violet light with a white middle streamed into the soul gem until it ceased.

His soul was trapped.

The red kitten started mouthing off, she could tell by his tone that it was neither polite nor kind. She could hazard a guess it was obscenities and insults about everything from her tail to her fur color and what he was going to do once he got free of his bindings. She scooped up the soul gem, cradling it tenderly and glared at the red kitten. He quieted down after the end of what she assumed was a rant and stared at the black kitten's corpse, choking on his own grief.

"Hush, mewling kitten," she hissed at him, anxious to finish what she had started "Kisibhi is saving his life, trust this one for a few moments and-" something slammed into her, sending her crashing to the ground. The soul gem skidded across the sandy cave floor, Kisibhi kicked whatever had her off, scrambling away and grabbing the gem. She spun around, the fur along her scruff and shoulders standing up in horror when she saw what had attacked her. The dead kitten was standing, reanimated. His metal arm and eyes glowed with violet magic, the malignant presence seemed to fill the cave. She had never seen a poisoned wound take over a corpse before, something was very wrong. He charged her, she dodged around him, kicking him away. The red kitten was released as her attention went solely to keeping the soul gem safe. She tossed it to the red kitten.

"Don't break that!" she snapped, dancing around the reanimated corpse and blasting him back with bolts of lightning. It dove at the red kitten.

"Shiro?" he yelled stumbling away, eyes wide and terrified. Kisibhi intercepted it, using its momentum to throw it away from the red boy. She wasn't as lucky for the next attack, taking a blow that sounded with an audible crack as her ribs broke. Kisibhi couldn't breathe but forced herself to dodge the next blow aimed at her face. She didn't need a broken jaw too. It tackled her to the ground, grabbing at her throat, she flipped it over her head and pinned it, trying to keep its murderous hands away from her throat. It elbowed her broken ribs, she went blind from the pain momentarily and was slammed into the floor as a result. The red kitten was coming forward.

"NO! Stay back!" she shrieked, trying to throw the corpse off of her. She would have said something else but the metal hand wrapped around her throat, crushing her windpipe. The other hand grabbed one of her wrists, digging its thumb into it and sending pain up her arm. Kisibhi clawed at the metal arm desperately. Her vision was beginning to go dark. She looked up into his blank face, his eyes glowed purple with the creature inside him.

'He's possessed!' Her blood went cold and rage made her stomach curl. Her mind seemed to settle and hold onto this one piece of knowledge. She blasted him off of her with a bolt of lightning, his body slammed into the ceiling and landed several feet away. She tried not to focus on the damage she had caused to the corpse as she gasped, head throbbing, scrambling to her feet. She raised a shaking hand and threw a ward up between the red kitten who had frozen in fear, still clutching the soul gem, and herself and the possessed boy. She was a little unsteady on her feet, but she kicked her staff up into her hand and took a defensive stance, squaring off with the creature.

It smirked at her.

Kisibhi wiped the look off its face with a combination of fire and lightning, which slammed the corpse into the wall. She summoned Oblivion chains that bound it to the floor on its back. It struggled, gritting its teeth and trying to break free. She snarled at it, her ears flat against her head, tail lashing back and forth. She was exhausted and completely fed up.

"One nice thing," she rasped, digging through her bag, "This one was trying to do ONE nice THING!" she pulled out her last magicka potions and drained them, they were disgusting. She shuddered as her stores were forcibly replenished. It was never a good feeling. She tossed the bottles aside and pulled out a black soul gem. It could hold any soul, and if she was right about this creature, it could hold it too.

'Julianos please let me be right,' she thought she spat blood into the sand and mixed it into a gritty, unpleasant looking paste. She started painting it onto the chest of the bound creature. It glared at her, she ignored it.

"If this goes wrong, run as you have never run before, red kitten," she called over her shoulder, still meticulously painting the sigil on its chest. It bared its teeth at her, she hissed back. Glaring coldly at it, she held the black soul gem over the middle of the sigil, some force ripped it from her hand. It slammed into the designated place and acted like a tether, essentially nailing the creature to the floor. She pressed both of her scratched palms on either side of the sigil and took a deep breath. She forced her magic into the body, latching onto the entity and dragging it forward, it was excruciating. Her mind burned, and it spread like fire through her arms and hands. The creature lashed out, forcing her to relive her enslavement and the slaughter of her people. Kisibhi winced but forced the creature closer to the sigil and away from her mind. It was fighting, tooth and claw. The mental attacks only made her more determined to destroy it. It touched the sigil and was forced inside the soul gem, its screams filled her mind and made her cry out. Gasping, she shook her head and continued dragging it bit by bit into the sigil.

It tried to thrash, but she had already extracted it from the limbs of the body. The only places left that were possessed was his head and chest. Kisibhi gritted her teeth and forced it into the gem. All at once the screams in her head vanished. Her arms shook, but she bounced her magicka throughout his body again checking for any traces of the creature. It was... Essentially silent. Entirely dead and empty now. Kisibhi peeled the soul gem away, the sigil was charred into his chest and the surrounding skin was bruised.

She stared at the spot for a moment before reaching for her staff, upon contact it slowly began to replenish her stores. Her head was pounding from how quickly she had drained her pools of magicka. Slowly the pain eased enough for her to think clearly again. She clutched her staff for support and began the long process of reconstructing the broken parts of the corpse she had just butchered. She healed the wound from her knife, she carefully reset his broken bones and healed them, the burned and fried muscles, the charred skin, and cracked skull. Her hands glowed with golden restoration spells as she stitched the gashes and mended the tears, it was slow and painful work. But it was expertly mended.

"Dark moons…" she moaned, rubbing her face. She still had to force him back into his own body. She turned and looked at the red kitten, he had his back to the wall and looked terrified. Taking a deep breath she stood, leaning on her staff for support she walked over to him, her side burned. The ward flickered and went out, restoring some of her magicka.

"This one needs that gem now, to finish healing black kitten," she told him tiredly, holding out her hand. He looked down at the glinting gem he was cradling. She took it from him gently, he slid down the wall onto the floor. Kisibhi stumbled back over to the corpse. Her knees gave out once she reaches his side, she didn't need to stand. Kisibhi carefully painted another sigil onto his chest, this time out of moon sugar and purified water she mixed into a thick past and painted onto his chest. Kisibhi lifted the gem and slammed it as hard as she could into the ground, it shattered and a flash like lightning filled the cave. White light streamed into the sigil, she watched as his soul returned to his body.

After every last flicker of light had reunited with his body, he gasped. His eyes flew open. Kisibhi murmured soothingly to him, stroking his hair. After a moment, he fell asleep, his breathing even and deep. His face was flushed with life. Kisibhi smiled for the first time in days, looking over her shoulder at the red kitten.

"This one did it, black kitten lives!" she laughed softly as sweet relief filled her. She had saved him, just like the black khajit had asked. Kisibhi scooped up the soul gem fragments and tossed them into her bag for safe keeping. The red-armored boy crawled over, staring at the slow rise and fall of the black kitten's chest.

"Shiro?" he whispered, eyes widening. Kisibhi pressed a faintly glowing hand onto her side, wincing as her ribs shifted back into place and healed. The red kitten took the "Shiro"s pulse and looked at her, unnerved but also grateful. She reached forward and healed the cut on his brow.

"Now you can both rest…" she mumbled, nearly blinded by the pain in her head.

Kisibhi blacked out.

AN: So this obviously isn't an update to my Code Geass/Voltron story, but this one has been a long time in the making. A friend of mine and I came up with the idea a while ago and we both co-wrote this, hence the different writing style, a healthy mixture of her's and mine. She's an expert on Elder Scrolls stuff, and I love Voltron stuff. We got each other hooked on our own obsessions! So this is the first chapter to this new crossover, and trust me, the two of us have got some stuff in store for Team Voltron here! It's going to be... wicked! Most of the Skyrim ocs in this belong to her by the way, they aren't mine! A couple I came up with will make an appearance but the main ones are hers.

The M rating is for the violence factor (because it's Skyrim, when is there NOT violence), although we will also be addressing some pretty... morbid topics as the story continues. Don't worry, I'll warn you when that happens.

If you have any questions please let me know and I'll answer you! See you soon!