Coran's chest tightened, tears cascading down his cheeks, his eyes, transfixed on the castle's monitors.
You can't be gone. His thoughts echoed hopelessly.
After the millenia he and Allura had slept, as their people fought and died to the ever expanding Galra Empire. After meeting the young new Paladins of Voltron. After giving hope to the universe. After all his new family had gone through, he had come to believe Voltron and it's Paladin's to be practically invincible.
"I'm sorry." He whimpered.
Long ago, he promised his family, he'd protect her, protect the Castle, and Voltron, from the Galra.
"I'm so sorry Alfor." He mumbled, collapsing to his knees.
He fell forward, arms curled around his head as he wept.
"I've failed you, all of you."
He shivered as he sucked down a frigid breath.
A rumble traveled through the Castle, confirming the already evident damage.
He had watched them depart for their objectives, hope blazing through him like an ever expanding flame.
Things had been going as planned as they captured objective after objective, until soon, only the planet remained. Though shaky, the mission was going as planned.
As they mopped up, the planet began to change as large spires rose from the planet's crust. He watched helplessly as a shield encompassed the planet.
He did all he could do at the time and waited for them to contact the Castle, and when they did, his heart sank.
"Coran get everyone within range of the planet to evacuate!"
He sent out the signal, doubtful it would need doing, because...Voltron always won...right?
"Coran, move the castle out of the blast zone just in case we can't defuse it."
He stood at the helm, and waited, eye's focused ahead, counting away the ticks.
The flames of hope that roared through him began to shrink as reality sunk in. He turned the Castle, praying the Paladins could escape in time.
The explosion itself was beautiful, cascading rings of blazing energy ripped through the emptiness burning away all they touched.
He screamed as the flames closed the gap, when everything went black.
He mustered what strength he had left and limped feebly to the helm. He forced as much of his quintessence as he could spare to power their home, his strength fading as he powered their drive core.
He hobbled to the comms and hit the distress beacon as he let out a long range broadcast.
"All Alliance vessels in this sector." He paused, his body wracked by painful fits of coughing, flecks of blood splattered his glove. "This is Coran of Voltron. Retreat. Voltron is gone. Rendezvous coordinates broadcasting on backwave channel. Do not attempt rescue. I repe-" His voice caught in his throat as he once more shook, coughing violently, globs of what he could only assume was tissue dotted his sleeve. "Voltron, and the castle are considered as all hands lost. Good luck and Godspeed." He wheezed.
He let go of the transmitter and collapsed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling.
"Computer. Code: White Paladin." He called out.
"Voice code authorization required." The castle's automated voice chirped back.
"Coran, Coran, the dead man." He forced out.
"Code accepted. Castle self destruct countdown set: Ten ticks to detonation."
His vision faded as the computer counted down.
"I'm sorry." He whispered as the countdown struck zero.
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