Disclaimer: I do not own Voltron/Go Lion or any of their characters. They are the property of WEP and Devil's Due Comics and Toei Animation. All other characters are mine. This is written purely for entertainment purposes and I am not monetarily compensated in any way.

Author's Note: This is an L/A fic…by that I mean Lotor/Allura. It's based on the original Lion Voltron DOFTU circa 1984, Golion and the Devils' Due Comic, although I reserve the right to interject new characters and technology from the new series Voltron Force as I see fit. But I promise, Vince and his BS definitely will not be one of them.

Star Crossed

Prologue

How could she have been so stupid? He had only been faking damage to his ship. Her own sensors had told her that his shields had taken the brunt of her laser fire. But when his engines had cut out and he started plummeting towards the ground she had pursued him. Caught up in the heat of battle, all she could think of was capturing him or blowing him out of the sky. It didn't matter which at the time. Although holding Zarkon's only son and heir to the throne hostage would have skewed the odds of this latest battle significantly in Altea's favor. At least that's what she had thought at the time. She had sensed victory in those moments. It seemed so close that she could almost taste it and it had made her reckless. Careless. And that was how she found herself in the situation she was in now.

His engines had fired up suddenly and he had raced nose first to the ground she had followed only to be caught by surprise when his ship suddenly pulled sharply up leaving her with no time to maneuver away from the tractor beam he had been leading her to. It caught her Lion and the sudden deceleration stunned her. She felt herself blacking out and her vision tunneled down to a pin point of light. Her G-suit had reacted instantly squeezing the blood out of her extremities and back into circulation. Her senses restored she watched helplessly as he sped up and away. She had put her thrusters to full power, but it was no use; she was caught. Had she maintained her momentum, she could have broken free. But her moment of weakness had prevented that.

It would never have happened to one of the guys. They didn't black out and get bloody noses like she did. She knew that it would have been enough to get her thrown out of flight school in the Alliance. She would have been DQ'd immediately before she had even lifted off the ground. And Keith knew it. He had told her so many times before, with the unapologetic candor of a Marine officer, that she never would have made the cut regardless of her actual skill as a pilot. There was more to it than that, he said. She lacked the physical toughness to handle the high G forces involved at super sonic speed. It was why her orders were to stay out of the direct fire and she always had a squadron of fighters to deflect the brunt of any attacks. Her job was to support her teammates and form the mecha Voltron's right leg.

But today had been different, that awful Lotor had sought her out; instigating a dogfight with her. She saw it as an opportunity to finally prove to herself and her teammates that she was not the weakest link. How great would it have been that she, the princess of Altea, had brought down Zarkon's son in defense of her Kingdom? Her pride had made her accept the challenge. She had looked at his Phaeyton, a modified sport pinnace with contempt. What a fool he was to challenge her and Blue Lion in that rich man's toy! A single lion could destroy a battleship! Three together could take down smaller robeasts.

Her arrogance had been her downfall. He had gone down too easily. She should have known better than to disobey orders. She should have been wary of a trap. But now it was too late to think about these things. She was trapped, her lion immobilized by the tractor beam, in the hanger of Lotor's flagship.