This is a Halloween twist on Voltron,
I don't own the rights, WEP does.
I may jest, I may kid, but I do so in love.
Cold Lion's embrace
Allura's sleep was disrupted again.
The same dream came haunting her. Every night, 5 men walking towards her as she lies almost helpless on her bed. She's filled with horror at their approach as well as welcoming the threat they bring. The conflicts of emotions were driving her to beg for her life while pleading for their help for her people. She can never see their faces but the one in the center's eyes shine bright. His blue eyes blazing into her soul like a lover long lost have returned. He smiles slightly and she screams waking the few souls left in the castle.
Coran rushed to his Princess's side. The past years have been hard on the old advisor. The Drule armies had wiped most of the population underground, at least those who were not killed or taken to be slaves. There could have been a chance to drive back the forces of Zarkon had he not killed the pilots of the mighty robot Voltron in an act of betrayal. Now, the sole heir to the throne of Arus was screaming over another dream to which she would not speak of.
Their ship was crude to say to least, held mostly of rusting bolts, some duck tape, and the sheer will of their lone mechanic Hunk. Of course, even he could only do so much. The ship was on its final legs. It would make it to the planet surface, but that was it. After that, they would have to find another ship.
Lance cursed their luck. "Of course she'll last, she's good for a few years, NO F-ing problem to be had!"
"Shut up Lance, let's just hope there is food on this planet." cried Sven. "I wish not to land on another planet like Altrea."
"Damn those accursed Drules. Wasting a whole planet of all that was decent to eat," screamed Hunk. "You would think that they would know better than to devour their food supply so quickly."
"Says the one who eats the most of the 5 of us," quipped Pidge.
A chuckle rang out from the group as the ship entered the atmosphere. Keith looked at the sensors before him. Smiling at the flickering lights scattered across the screen. Life was on this ball of dirt that they were going to crash on… there was humanoid life and plenty of it.
Haggar pondered on how to approach her King with her latest vision. The thought that they existed at all was more than a threat, but that they would get their deadly hands on that which would destroy the empire that Zarkon had so carefully built unnerved her to her bones. How does one say, "Hey, there's going to be some beings that are next to impossible to kill finding the remains of Voltron and they're going to kick everyone's butt and devour the whole royal court of the Drule Empire. And the real kicker, I can't figure out how to destroy them." Yeah, that would work well with her. So would her head bouncing down the steps of the Drule throne. Perhaps if she looked into a variety of lore from the planets they claimed, she might find some insights as to what she was facing before going to Zarkon.
Their landing was a rough one, but for them, any that could be walked from with as few injuries were best. The crisp air filled the space of where their ship made its final gasp before falling apart like a rusty balloon bursting into ribbons. Lance could not resist giggling over how the shell of the ship spilt.
"Now all we need is the popcorn flying about and here comes the butter," Lance cried as Hunk shifted his body from the center of the wreckage.
"Hardy-har-har. I would like to see how you would keep the thing together," growled Hunk.
"Now is not the time for bickering among us, my friends," declared Keith as he jumped upon a large beam sticking out of the wreck. Sniffing the air, a scent caught him, one he thought he might never smell again. A scent that was so sweet, so innocent and pure. In his 500 years, it was a scent he missed so much. It didn't take long for the other to catch it.
"Is that what I think it is?" asked Sven.
"That smells so nice," chirped Pidge. "I wonder if I smelled like that so long ago."
"Yeah, you did. Yet, that was 300 years ago. I didn't think there were any more innocent people in the Universe after the Drules did their thing," replied Hunk.
"Well, let's go say hello. Ask for a cup of 'Sugar' and if we can come in for dinner," Lance said in his usual snide tone.
Keith looked at the others. Normally getting a bite to eat was best, but something didn't seem just right. It was a feeling he had, like a trap was set before him. "No. We'll feed on something else for now. Something is not right. Let's make sure we can blend well in this planet before we chase this 'gem'," Keith informed.
"What? Are you kidding me?" roared Lance. "It's just waiting there with few about it. Let's take it now!"
"Keith's right, Lance," Sven chipped in. "It's not normal for something so pure to be without many guards about. We got Pidge because someone who was supposed to be trusted was easily bought out."
"We need to make sure we have means to escape should we be discovered, Lance," warned Keith. "I would hate to find ourselves on a world that has the means of disposing us."
"Fine… critter stew it is then," Lance replied with a heavy sigh.
Quietly the men moved into the nearby woods. As each one slipped behind the bushes, the air seemed to make a rushing sound as each one sped at near light speed for some creature who wandered into their path by mistake.
Coran felt as if he was at his wits-end. No matter how much he pleaded, the Princess Allura could not say what it was that kept her up at night. It used to be the many attacks Zarkon had done to their planet, or what she thought happened to her Parents. But this, this was something else. Something darker was haunting her. Now it felt as if there was nothing he could do to make her feel safe. Looking at his charge as she stood on the perch overlooking the remains of a once proud garden, he asked one final time, "Are you sure there is nothing you can remember of these dreams?"
Allura stood looking up into sky, noting each passing cloud as she reflected on the fragments of the dream. "Five… there were five of them. But as to who, I cannot say. I can't even say if they were a threat or here to help. One of them had Blue eyes. So blue, just like the sky is right now. I'm sorry, Coran, that is all I can think of," Allura cried as she tried to shake off the fear that crept up her.
"Well, let's get some food to eat," Coran said. "Perhaps we can talk more people into living on the surface. Living in the caves will do no good to our people over time."
"They'll stay in those caves as long as they feel safe in them," Allura replied. "We need to drive the point that the caves can trap them as well as protect. Zarkon only needs to find which caves they are hiding in."
Coran nodded in agreement. 'If only we had pilots for Voltron, we could turn things around,' Coran thought to himself. For now though, they'd head down to nearby ruins that their people still roamed through. Surely, there could be a few who would fight for the Princess. Maybe today would be the day; fortune would turn and smile on them. Yet, he had to remind himself, he had been wishing this for so many years.
Yurak didn't care for doing errands for the Witch Haggar, nor did he see the point in joining her for some scouting trip to Arus. There was nothing there of major importance on that dirt ball anymore. Maybe some slaves or some tasty meat some would call Humans, but that was it. Yet, an order from Zarkon was an order to be obeyed. So what if she saw something that could be trouble; it couldn't be anything they could not handle. Perhaps this would be nothing more than snipping some human who was feeling big for their britches. He'd make a feast out of him, with some potatoes and herbs. A fine wine on the side and his meal would be complete.
Haggar watched the Commander as he walked to his seat in the ship. He was not taking this serious as he should. At least Zarkon could grasp the danger she saw. This scout trip was to find out exactly what they were dealing with. With that knowledge, they could easily find the information as to how to destroy the threat. Haggar was hoping they could find out before the threat got to Voltron.
She wished she could shake this feeling that all was not going to go the way she wished.
