A Million Galaxies | Voltron Fanfiction

Prologue

Note: This is just a fanfiction. Voltron Legendary Defender belong to Dreamworks and its other creators. I don't own any of the characters and cannon stuff from VLD. I just own the OCs and stuff I made up. ALSO, English isn't my first language, so expect grammar and spelling errors. KINDLY correct me if I got something wrong and I will try to not make the same mistake again.

That's all...please enjoy! :)

"What do you mean you still can't find Lance?!" The former red paladin exclaimed. "We still can't find Lance, like can't be located, still. We don't know his location, yet. That's what we mean, Keith." Pidge said. Keith growled in frustration.

They just returned from their mission of rescuing prisoners from a galra prison a while ago. Which, surprisingly, has a human prisoner. Not only that, the certain human was one of Hunk, Pidge, and Lance's classmate back at the Garrison.

Apparently, that human took his brother's place, because his older brother who looks exactly like him injured his legs, on a mission to investigate Kerberos, unknown by the Garrison and his family.

And just like Shiro, Sam Holt, and Matt Holt, his team got captured by the galra. He also couldn't believe that happened to him in just two months. 'And we also just lost Shiro. Now Lance?!' Keith thought angrily.

"Don't worry, Keith. I'll do my best to locate the red lion." Allura said, placing a hand on his shoulder. Keith shrugged her hand off before storming off. Allura and Pidge looked at each other.

"He is really affected by Lance's sudden disappearance. Along with the red lion." Allura told Pidge. "No kidding. I can't believe that the galra almost managed to hit the red lion, inside a wormhole nonetheless." Pidge said.

Allura sighed heavily. "I can't help but think that this is my fault." Allura said. "Allura, don't blame yourself. It's not like Lance's dead. He's just lost. And we also can't track their location. But no worries! I'll do everything I can to help you locate the red lion and Lance." Pidge said. "But, it has already been three phoebs."

(Phoebs mean months in Altean. I read it in the Paladin's Handbook book that I bought. (^.^))

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Lance groaned.

He felt like his head is pounding and his body just got run over by a truck. Lance opened his eyes to see pastel blue walls and ceiling. "Wha?" Lance's eyes widened when he realized that he's not in his armor. And he's also in a pastel blue colored room. "Am I, in a hospital?" Lance asked himself, looking around.

Apparently, he's on an ocean blue queen sized bed wearing most likely the same outfit he wore when he was in one of the healing pods back at the castle of lions. The only difference is that instead of white its navy blue.

Beside the bed is some weird table that has a monitor like what they have at the castle of lions, attached to it. And of course a white metal door. Then on the left side of the room is sapphire blue curtains, most likely covering windows.

"Where the quiznak am I?" Lance muttered to himself. Then he heard the door open. He looked to see a peach skinned woman with dark peach hair in all white clothes.

The woman wore a white long sleeved dress that ends a few inches above her knee. White knee high boots. Her dark peach hair tied into a bun. That lady is also checking a glowing neon blue board, filled with weird and unknown symbols.

The lady looked up to see Lance staring back at her. "Ah! Marvelous! You have awoken." The woman beamed with a suspiciously calm and gentle voice. "Who are you?" Lance asked, eyeing the lady.

"I'm Healer Plārá. Or should I say Doctor Plārá, as you humans call us healers." The woman, Plārá, replied. "Oh...What happened?" Lance asked. Plārá was about to reply when Lance's eyes widened in realization.

"Where's the red lion?! Where are Keith, Hunk, Pidge, Allura, and Coran?! Where are those people that the galra imprisoned?! Where am I?! Where is my armor?!" Lance asked in panic.

"Calm down. You've only been asleep for Aēx Crz." Plārá replied. "What?" Lance asked in confusion. "Oh! My apologies. It's the first time I healed a human. Much less healing a human without the council and royal court finding out about you." Plārá said.

"Why?" Lance is now even more confused. "They will either imprison you or kill you. Oh! And you've been asleep for three months." Plārá said. Lance froze. Three months. He was asleep for three months. He lost the red lion for three months. His team isn't here and has not heard from him in three months. Are they even searching for him?

"Human?" Plārá asked. "How did I get here?" Lance asked softly. He lost the red lion. He failed the universe. He failed his team.

"Well, you fell from the sky and landed on the ruins of an arena on Hāvæ, our planet's forest moon. The one who found you was panicking when you won't wake up. Considering that your head was bleeding and that armor you were wearing was badly damage. Your ship or this lion, you speak of is actually, nowhere to be seen." Plārá explained.

"The world hates me." Lance muttered to himself. "No, the world doesn't hate you. You know the one who found is a really kind girl. She decided to fix your armor and help you find your way home." Plārá said.

"Then she can help me find the red lion." Lance said. "Mostly likely." Plārá said, "Alright. You had a severe head injury but, thanks to our technology, I manged to fix you up before you entered the light. You know, passing away to the other side." Plārá looked at him.

"Thanks." Lance said. Then the door suddenly opened. "Plārá? Is he awake? I also manged to fix his ship." A purple skinned girl went in the room. "His ship? When and how did you find it? How did you manage to pull it off?" Plārá asked.

"He kept muttering about some red lion and trust me when I tell you that it took a bunch of pushing and shoving just to get on Hāvæ." The purple girl said. "Who're you?" Lance asked. The purple girl stopped for a moment, her pastel mint green eyes, eyeing him. "Zyrynn." The purple girl replied.

"Siren?" Lance asked. "No, it's ZY-RYNN. Z-y-r-y-n-n." The purple skinned girl, Zyrynn, said, spelling out her name. "Oh...Can I ask you a question?" Zyrynn shrugged, "Where's my armor and red?" Lance asked, anyway.

"Your armor's back at Hāvæ, at my forest home. Your 'red lion' is now on the ruins of the Hāvæn combat arena. The same place you crashed. And trust me, getting your lion there was no picnic. Especially since it was damaged." Zyrynn said. Lance froze as his eyes widened.

"Red is damaged?" Lance whispered. He really is the seventh wheel of the team. The worst paladin in the history of paladins. The weakest link.

Blue won't even let him pilot her anymore, he's lucky enough that Red let him be the red paladin. "Don't worry. It was just a scratch. A scratch from a laser blast to be exact." Zyrynn said, with a hint of nervousness. "How can a laser blast scratch a ship?" Plārá asked. "Meh." Zyrynn shrugged.

"Now! What's your name?" Zyrynn asked him. "Oh! That's right! I haven't yet asked your name yet, human." Plārá said. "Right. I'm Lance." Lance said. Plārá nodded before tapping some symbols on the glowing neon blue board she is holding. "Nice to meet ya! You feeling better?" Zyrynn asked.

"Uh...yeah." Lance replied. "Good. We have to get you out of here. I heard the Xuttría are conducting an investigation here. They said that there was a disturbance near the atmosphere of Hāvæ, Aēx Crz ìvœ." Zyrynn said.

"They know he's here?" Plārá asked, panic evident in her voice. "Yeah. Some assistant healers gave him away. That's why I'm helping him escape." Zyrynn said.

"But then you won't be able to return to Xuttrib! You'll be banished until the emperor convinces the council to lift your banishment." Plārá exclaimed. "Then, I'll be going on an adventure." Zyrynn said. "Are you sure? I'm not worth the trouble." Lance said, catching the two aliens' attention.

"Yes. And besides, I hate the council. And I've always wanted to explore the galaxy." Zyrynn said. "Then, let's do this!"

To be continued!