"Are you sure it will work Haggar? We must destroy the Paladins so we can claim Voltron," A strong but aged creature sat on a jagged throne, sickly yellow eyes glowing in the dim light that seemed to blanket the room.

A slender but matured woman stood in front of the man on the dais, cloaked in a robe with a hood covering her face in shadows, the only discernable feature was her glowing yellow eyes and red tattoos that graced her face, "Of course my lord," She waved an elegant hand to a small crate that sat innocently on a pedestal, "Just fire it at one of the Lions and let them bring it in. It will do the rest."

The smile that crossed the mans lips was cruel.

"Excellent."