DISCLAIMER: I have taken scenes and dialogue from Voltron: Legendary Defender and added in dialogue from my OC. Some of it purely from my imagination; some is from the show. I do not own scenes or dialogue from the show. Credit for that goes to the producers, actors, screenwriters, and anyone else involved in the making of Voltron.
Hello again! I know I've published two stories back-to-back, but I've been working on this one for such a long time I really wanted to share it. It's an OC I've dreamed up in the aftermath of Season 8 (I still refuse to acknowledge the major case of feels I've come down with). I went back to the first episode and slowly started to fit Amber into the crazy world that is Voltron. Hope you enjoy, and please leave comments!
This is Chapter 1… if all goes well, I'll be publishing Chapter 2 sometime next week!
The Escapees
The green and blue Earth barrels toward me. I've longed to return, but I never imagined it would be under these circumstances. I'd dreamed it'd be a peaceful homecoming, getting to see the crystal blue oceans and cottony white clouds with a sense of relief and tranquility. But as always, my aspirations are destroyed by my mission. Suddenly, I want to abandon my plan. Just land on Earth and never think or speak of the mission again. It's not about you, I remind myself. You sacrifice everything so other people can live normal lives, and so the ones that can't will soon be able to. This is the way it will always be. Honing back in on the escape pod racing in front of me, I feel the controls starting to fight my will. I thrust both handles as far towards the stern of the ship as I can. I'm still weak from the exertion of breaking out of the prison ship. Hopefully, they'll assume I'm chasing after the escape pod to catch it and return to base before they realize I'm never coming back. I see flames billowing up on the sides and bottom of the ship's screen, letting me know I'm entering Earth's atmosphere. I can't stay in my vessel much longer, so I flip the switch to autopilot, trusting it will be enough for me to get to the surface unscathed. The witch designed my ship and installed "safeguards" to wound or neutralize me in case I try to defect. The Avenger and I have a strong connection from decades of fighting together, which may allow me to hold out against the witch's safeguards long enough to live. I race to the bow and find the panel in the ceiling I hollowed out. I punch through it and shards of metal and plastic come crashing down, revealing what looks like a long, sleek stick of black metal. I pull it down and flip it over. Grabbing the leather strap that's attached to both ends of the slab, I sling it onto my back and trudge to the pilot's chair. The Avengers almost to the ground and the pod is a few yards ahead. I engage the cloaking device and pull off the pod. I can barely control the Avenger, since it has sensed my intentions and engaged the safeguards. Battling the Avenger's will the whole way, I land my ship a distance away from the downed escape pod. As I move to leave, I draw out my knives, knowing the ship will lock all exits to keep me in. I cut a rectangle in the door and kick it, knowing the hard steel is no match for my luxite blades. Something tingles in the back of my skull as I step on the ground. I look up to see the sky I've yearned for every day since I was away, black cloth with diamonds strung in it. Dark and peaceful, belying the death and destruction that will soon rain down from it. Quickly, I place my metal bar on the ground. I steady myself, placing a hand on the slab. I hear Ulaz's voice. Imagine what you want it to be. I concentrate and feel the metal pulse and shift underneath my hand. My eyes open and I see the speeder that formed, a sleek jet black with streaks, streaks that look like someone with purple blood smeared it along the sides. Scanning the land, I see the crashed pod and what I remember to be Earthling inventions called cars speeding towards it. I won't reach the pod before they do. I step onto my speeder and go to move it forward when I notice a strange black mound beneath me. I bend close enough to the ground to confirm what I suspected. Thermal detonators. Adrenaline shoots through my body, but luckily they aren't armed. Yet. Likely, they are connected to a handheld detonator that could activate at any second. I want to flee, but then I realize I can use them in a more constructive way. For me, at least. I pluck a few from the ground and stick them on my ship. When they go off, the Avenger will explode and hopefully the Galra will assume I went down with my ship. I climb back onto my speeder and ride it to an overhang in the cliffs that are abundant in this region, ready to formulate a new plan to find my oldest friends- my family- and eliminate anyone who gets in my way. I smile, my training kicking in.
Collection and extraction.
Leave no survivors.