It was supposed to be just a typical free-the-world kind of gig. The whole "I fight bad guys and win" kind of day. Of course, in Voltron's typical kind of day, trouble and unexpected results usually follow them.
Which is why they're in their current predicament: tied up and kneeling in a line in front of several Galras.
Turns out, some of the locals had ratted them out, contacting the Galras and rattled off their plans to them.
"This is why I said not to trust them but did anyone listen? No!" Hunk grumbled.
Lance sighed beside Hunk. "Hunk, buddy, my man. I love you but please shut up for now," Lance pleaded. Hunk said nothing, but he let out a huff to show his irritation.
"Well, well, well. I am Commander Xerox and it is an honor meeting you here," a Galra spoke in front of them with a smile like a cat that got a canary. Lance snorted at that thought because most Galras looked like an oversized purple cat. It's hilarious.
The Galra paid no mind to that and looked at Keith, eyes showing interest at the teen. "And would you look at that. Someone who has the same blood as us and yet, here he is, defying the team he should be in," commented Xerox.
Keith glared heatedly at him, baring his teeth in a challenge. Xerox only laughed at the sight. "You won't stand a chance against me, Red Paladin. You're still a little kit."
Keith snarled at that comment. "We'll see about that."
Xerox gave him a grin in return. "I would have loved to test that theory but unfortunately, I must do my duties and carry out my orders first," he spoke as he turned to look at Shiro who was kneeling beside Lance. "Lord Zarkon has ordered me to dispose of the Black Paladin." he told them, one of his hand rested on the small blaster at his belt. "And I'm sure Lord Zarkon would reward anyone who would do so," Xerox said in glee and pulled out the blaster, pointing it at Shiro.
"Shiro!" the other paladins all cried out in alarm. Keith had already began to move but the sentries pushed him back down, earning an irritated growl from him. "Let him go!" Keith shouted.
"Unfortunately, that is something that I cannot do," Xerox glanced at the paladins before looking back at his target. With the blaster now leveled at Shiro's head, he gave the Black Paladin a toothy smile. "Vrepit sa," he said before pulling the trigger.
Shiro closed his eyes and braced for the pain, feeling guilty that the others had to see this. 'Sorry guys,' he thought. 'it seems I failed you.'
The sound of his team screaming his name was all he heard before pain erupted at his right side, followed by a harsh landing on his left that forced him to draw in a sharp intake of breath.
The screams were still there but the words were different now. When his head stopped spinning and he opened his eyes, he finally knew why.
There, on the spot where he was supposed to be in, laid a person with blue and white armour, blood pooling beneath him. But the one thing Shiro remembered, the one thing he would remember for the rest of his life, was the face looking at him, eyes dead and void of any emotion.
"LANCE!!!!!!"