Planet Doom, Lotor's Castle
"Not again!" Lotor slammed his fist down on the arm of his throne; once again the Voltron force had defeated one of his Robeasts without the slightest of effort, it was testing his patients, "Mahox! I demand you come here at once!" as if by magic a small green man appeared before the purple elfin lord.
"What is it, my Lord?" Mahox bowed respectfully towards the king, the tips of his ears, touching Lotor's knees. It had been a long day for the little…. Whatever he was and he wanted to get some rest, more specifically he wanted to put Lotor to rest so he could as well, but he a sworn his loyalty on day one. So he merely asked him what the matter was in a gentile tone only to be kicked back by a metal boot meeting with his stomach.
"What is the matter?!" Lotor's face was livid, a vein was pulsing in his forehead, "What is the matter?!" he quoted Mahox once again, "The matter is that the Voltron force has defeated every single Robeast you've told me was indestructible. In fact watching your little creations attack and then get destroyed so quickly isn't as entertaining as you promised me!" He grabbed the balding little alien by the collar and shook him hard, "You lie to me! You-!" He dropped Mahox and cringed as a new wave of pain came over his body, apparently the scars if his near death were going to take more time to heal than he originally thought. It was a frustrating position he was in, he wanted to destroy the Voltron Force, but he was in no shape to fly over and fight them himself, but he needed a way to find out all of the robot's secrets without leaving planet doom. If he could do that, then he would know where weak points were and what to avoid, maybe even get some accidental tips given to ensure the Robeasts really were indestructible. A small question popped into the Over Lord's mind, "Mahox? Who is in charge of Voltron when not under use?" Mahox grinned, finally his Lord was thinking logically,
"That person my Lord," he grimaced revealing two rows of metallic, silver teeth, "Would be Tech Sergeant Pidge."

Fields of Arus, Green Lion Den area
Pidge parked the green vehicle in its cave and turned the lion off, and started heading back for the castle. Things were getting slow around here, even by his judgment, before the Robeasts were exciting and each one was different, but now they all seemed to have the same scanning readings. None of them differed in strength or size, or even color! Pidge sat on the claw of his lion, swinging his legs back and forth, his hands on the claw for support; he often did this when he was deep in thought or just pondering an agonizing question in his mind. 'It just doesn't make sense!' the green pilot pondered, 'Why would there be such a lack of variety in Robeasts?! Is it so that we aren't ready for whatever might happen next? Or maybe they want our guard down so we can be more venerable, whatever it is, I hope it doesn't work' Pidge stood up and headed back, thinking of how foolish he was, but he had all rights to worry, especially if he had known what was coming for him and him alone from Planet Doom

Arus, Lotor's Cargo Ships
"Thank you sir." The screen showing Mahox's face had turned off, the ships were now inside Arus's atmosphere, they had been ordered to put the camouflage on due to the fact that they were on a search and kidnap mission, not an attack mission. Therefore the ships were nearly invisible, even to the radars, if one had noticed the slight air ripple caused by their movement, then they might've been in trouble. Luckily for them everyone at the council of lions was a little too distracted to notice the tiny red blip on the radar, and another lucky stroke for them was that their target was right outside. The captain of the flying vessel sneered, 'This is going to be good' he thought as he pressed the button to the microphone,
"Minions forty-three and forty-four, come here; I have an out of ship assignment for you two." The minions appeared within seconds of the command; they were decked out in spike coated armor, both sporting long guns that looked like elongated pistols. The commander let loose the luxury of a slight sneer, revealing a mouthful of yellow, disgustingly crooked and needle sharp teeth as he told them, "Go down there and find the smallest member of the Voltron Force, he will be wearing green, and I swear on Haggar's grave if you get me the wrong pilot then I shall tell Lotor and he shall dispose of the both of you." The two slightly smaller Robeasts looked at each other and nodded, "Oh and just in case you two idiots can't tell, he's the one near the defense systems outside."
"The small one? In green?" The soldier to the right asked, he grinned then let out a deep voiced cackle, "This is going to be extremely easy, he is no bigger than my middle finger!" after this comment, the other minion, to the left of him joined in the laughter. After all, they had had bigger targets before, and they both had fought against the giant robot Voltron, however the commander thought that jubilant boasting could wait.
"Silence! To the both of you! I want you to merely shoot him and drag him to the ship; I will land on the ground so that you don't give us away." When he said this the aircraft was already settling into position on the ground, shields still on. Forty-three and Forty-four were out there in seconds, popping in and out of hiding areas, it almost looked like those things you see on Saturday morning cartoons, where the sneaker is able to hide behind impossibly small objects. This wasn't a Saturday morning cartoon though, this was a kidnapping mission and even though the target was small, both of the minions knew from experience that their target was swift and knew his fare share of weapons. They also knew that if they were to attack him, they would have to knock off the Voltcom that lay on his wrist without much movement. Forty-four turned on the magnetic setting in his gauntlets; instantly the lion-shaped piece of wrist technology slipped off of the nineteen-year old's slender wrists without much effort and landed in the soldier's palm. He noticed that the young man he had just stolen from had looked up and had seen the two of them and now was running to the door to get the others, it was Forty-three's turn to be the hero…. Or more villain in this case. He took aim, cocked his gun and….

Outside the Castle of Lions, Near the Defense Systems.
Pidge was just finishing off the inspection of the defense systems when he had felt a slight weight be adjusted and then removed from his wrist, 'My Voltcom!' he looked down to see the green material of a uniform glove. Instantly he looked up to see two purple men standing a fair distance away from him. 'Robeasts! I have to get the rest of the team!' Pidge took a running start to the door; his fingers flew over the seventeen characters for the entrance code but his fingers weren't fast enough. A whistling noise came from behind him and ended in his shoulder, pain shot through his shoulder and he cringed, the shock was nearly enough to make him fall to his knees. He miraculously stayed on his feet, dazed for a second or two until a sharp pang of pain in his right shoulder brought him back to the real world. He looked down to the area of pain and saw blood seeping quickly from the wound, then he looked in front of him, a small silver casing lay at his feet, he bent over and picked it up 'A bullet? Since when did Lotor use these?' But his ponderings were interrupted by a warm and foul air surrounding him; he stood up and saw the two Robeasts right behind him, 'Great'. It was two against one, not good, and not to mention the "One" so to speak was now wounded. Pidge didn't know if he would stand a chance against two Haagarium infected Robeasts, but he knew that he would have to at least stall them enough for the rest of the team to pick it up on security cameras. He took out his wrench and glared at the purple elfin men, this was his fight for now, time to apply what he had learned at the flight academy and possibly things he hadn't. Forty-four and Forty-three charged at him, now holding spears. He waited for the right moment, eyes focusing, then he jumped and landed on top of one of the canons his timing was perfect, he grinned as the spears got stuck in the door. Forties three and four were now having struggling to pull the weapons out, momentarily forgetting about their prey.
"You idiots!" The commander of the ship was now yelling at them through the blue tooth communicators lodged in their ears, "Stop trying to loosen you weapons and merely go after the boy! He's getting away!" The purple minions looked up, they saw Pidge hopping onto canon by canon and so on, they started after him, but their large and heavy limbs were too much and didn't move as spryly as the young, green pilot's toned and slight ones did. Forty-four suddenly had an idea; he grabbed an electricity pole and flung it at the green speck, hitting him square on the shoulder, the exact place where he had been shot, the speck fell. The two soldiers rushed to the target, the boy had been knocked out cold by pain and sudden compact to a hard stone ground. A small pool of red bodily fluid coated his shoulder, his teeth still clenched as if in pain, but the rest of his expression was peaceful. Forty-three and Forty-four grabbed him, making sure not to cause any sudden movement, and dragged the small pilot back to the cargo ship.

Inside the Castle of Lions, Surveillance room
Vince sat down at the surveillance camera screens and checked over what had happened while he had been at class. 'Same as ever.' Nothing exciting had happened, until he got a look at camera 43, about two minutes and forty-three seconds into the recording he had seen, something shot through Pidge's shoulder. He stopped the tape and zoomed in, it was a bullet and it has gone clean through his green idol's shoulder. He un-paused the tape and watched the rest of the scene in horror as the ending of the recording came and Pidge was dragged away by two burly Robeasts.
"Keith! Come here!" Vince shouted through the doorway of the room, Keith came running down the hall and stopped.
"What is it?" Keith's face was stern; he had a feeling something was up when Pidge hadn't come back in for over two hours.
"I'll rewind it, but take a look at cameras 43, 5, and 22!" Vince rewound the tape and pointed to each screen as the scenario took place. Keith's eyes grew angry.
"Get the team," He ordered, "I'll get Black lion."