A rain of gunfire came his way. Laser beams ricocheted off of the wall he was pressed against. Metal boots clacked against the cold metal of the ship's floor as the robots advanced forward. The purple colored laser beams continued to pour out of the doorway as Lance raised his bayard up to his eyes, the cold metal of the ship's wall burned into his back despite the layer of armor protecting his body against any form of foreign material.

The bayard grasped in his hand glowed a bright blue as it morphed into his signature blaster. Taking a deep breath, he shut his eyes and tipped his head backward as his left hand curled around the trigger. Quickly turning so that his stomach was pressed against the wall of the Galra ship, he took aim and squeezed the trigger. A thick, blue beam of light fired out of the barrel of his blaster and pinned a robot soldier in the middle of its chest causing it to tip backward as its feet flailed through the air. A barrage of gunfire had Lance yelping as he quickly spun on his heels, pressing his back against the wall once more as the robotic tap, tap of feet pounded against the cold steel floor of the ship.

The communicator built into his helmet garbled to life; Shiro's distorted voice cut through the feed and and embedded itself straight into his eardrum. " Lance...fall back...too dangerous…"

Lance lifted a hand to his helmet and lightly banged on it, a scowl fixed on his face as he prayed that that would somehow make this piece of alien tech work properly. If it worked back on Earth when his Abuelita listened to her old school radio, it should work here in space. The garbled feed blaring into his ear became clear with a firmer smack against the side of his helmet.

"Lance, did you hear me? Fall back; get back to your lion. There's too many of these Galra robots swarming the ship."

Lance chewed on the inside of his cheek as he aimed around the corner of the wall and squeezed the trigger again. A blue beam hit a robot in its shoulder, causing it to stumble backward slightly, but left it remaining on its feet as it squeezed the trigger of its own gun just a little harder. Cursing a little underneath his breath, Lance hid behind the wall once more as a sizzling sound burned close to his ear; his eyes tracked a single purple beam as it burned into the wall that was at most five feet in front of him. A single black hole was the only evidence that proved a laser beam had pierced it; the area around the hole was as black as coal, the metal slightly curved inward as smoke curled off of it. Shifting his head slightly, Lance could see a mirrored hole poking out of the wall near him—just an inch away from his head.

"That's going to be a little hard, Shiro," Lance managed to grumble out, "I'm a little pinned down right now—" Angling the blaster around the wall, he took aim and squeezed. A blue bolt shot out of the barrel of his blaster, ricocheting off the wall and into the head of a Galra robot. It shuddered for a few brief seconds as its circuitry managed to fry all at once before it dropped to the floor, no longer a programed soldier, but a scrapheap of metal. "—And I don't think I'll be moving any time soon."

"Allura." Shiro's steady voice, even in the midst of combat, was a comfort to hear. Lance could hear on the other end of the transmission a grunt from Shiro, the crackle of energy and metal slicing apart as he cut his way through the horde of robots that were no doubt pinning him down on his end.

"I'm on it," Allura's voice crackled in Lance's ear; the slight tremor of frustration underlying her words was evident. "Lance, just hang on. I'll be there in a dobosh ."

There was a crackling noise—silence filled the space of Lance's helmet, save for the sound of robotic footsteps and the volley of gunfire that was raining down in his direction. Aiming at the Galra, he fired off a couple of shots. Each one hitting his target, he slightly paled as the robots kept pressing forward. A never ending stream of them that no matter how many he put down, there were still at least twenty or more that were crowding his way to the hangers. He prayed that Allura would show up soon.

"Lance!"

Turning his head, Lance could see Allura rushing down the hall from his right, a small group of robots—no more than six—chasing after her.

It seemed his prayers were answered. Quickly moving to the middle of the hallway, Lance dropped down on his left knee as he held his blaster aloft in his hands. Time felt like it was slowing down as he gave Allura a small nod; she gave one back as she clutched her bayard tightly in her right hand, shifting most of her weight to the soles of her feet, and as she slightly picked up her pace, Allura tucked her elbows against her side. Pivoting forward, she jumped over Lance's back, tucking in her knees to her chest as she did so, before carrying her weight over to her right knee as she landed on it. Her bayard glowing and transforming into a blue whip, she raised her right hand, bringing the whip over her head before throwing her hand forward. The whip extended, wrapping around the ankle of a soldier; grunting, she lifted the whip up with her strength and sent the robot that she had ensnared in it flying into the side of its companion beside it.

Lance kept his gaze focused as he shot at the robots in front of him. Taking them down one by one, he looked over his shoulder at Allura's back at the sound of her yelling, "Lance, come on!"

Shooting up from his position, Lance quickly spun on his heels as Allura shot up and raced into the hallway he had been trying to clear moments earlier. There were still a good number of Galra robots left in it—with a quick glance there had to be no more than fifteen of them—Allura ran toward the wall on her left, she jumped and kicked herself off it, using the momentum and the weight of her own body to sail over the robots until she rolled on the ground behind them. Quickly popping up she lashed out with her whip and wrapped the ankles of each Galra up with it.

Letting out a guttural roar, she smashed them into the wall with an incredible force. The crunch and high pitched twisting of metal and frying of circuitry was like music to both of their ears. Swiping her thumb against the bottom of her bayard, the whip retracted, leaving behind a pile of crushed robots that were piled up against the wall.

Lance shot Allura a playful smile as they continued running toward the hangar. "Have I ever told you that you are one of my most favorite people ever?"

Rolling her eyes, Allura shot back with a quip of her own. "You can tell me that when we get out of here safe and sound."

Making a quick turn around a corner and then another, the impressive forms of the blue and red lion quickly came into view as the two of them rushed into the hanger. A quick pang of suspicion ate at Lance's gut after as a quick surveillance of the empty Galra hanger—not a single fighter jet was to be seen. Even when they had arrived, Lance had felt that there was just something off about the entire set up but had shoved those feelings aside. There wasn't even a single Galra robot or soldier that was stationed in the hanger either; one would think that it would make sense to have at least a couple here, that way their escape wouldn't be as easy. But something...something kept bugging him.

Quickly turning at the sound of pounding footsteps behind him, Lance lifted his blaster and aimed at the robots who were crowding around the entrance of the hanger, a single one not daring to step forth. He fired off a couple of shots as he walked backward; Allura raced to the side of her own Lion.

"Lance!" Allura shouted out his name; he could hear the metallic whir of the mouth of the red lion slowly descending. It's mouth parting to reveal the ramp that lead up to the cockpit.

Turning on his heels, Lance could taste freedom on his tongue, smell Hunk's cooking, and hear whatever topic it was that caught Pidge's interest for the day rattling in his ear. But his eyes didn't land on the imposing form of his own lion but the smooth face of what appeared to be a Galra woman—though Lance really couldn't tell. The last time he mistook an alien inhabitant for the wrong gender on a planet that the paladins had been protecting from a Galra fleet, it had ended with a slap to his face and Hunk and Pidge rolling on the ground in laughter as the alien had spewed curses in his face. Coran had silently appeared behind him as he tossed an arm around Lance's shoulder and spewed on about his youthful years where he had once—like Lance—mistook a rather handsome Solanlian from the planet Bellogal for a woman when they, in fact, had been a man. Coran's brows had pinched together as he fondly twirled the end of his moustache as he mused about the fact that anyone would have made such a mistake after all; the Solanlian's were a dessert people where the only way to tell a man or a woman apart was by the length of their tusks. An easy mistake.

The alien in front of Lance however was no Solanlian; she was tall, taller than Shiro or Hunk by easily a foot. She wore the typical Galra armor, except hers had a hood that was drawn up and slightly obscured her face; her face was several shades of blue with a single splotch of purple that started from her forehead and came down to the top of her mouth. Where there should have been eyes there were none. The only indication that what Lance was looking at was a face was the jagged shape of her mouth that eerily reminded him of Zarkon's own and a pair of slits just a few inches above it that he presumed were nostrils.

Reacting quickly he pointed his gun at her chest as her long tail swished behind her. A black cat seemingly appeared from thin air as it hopped upon her shoulder, its blue tipped ears slightly twitching as she held her arm outward in Lance's direction.

Curling his index finger around the trigger to fire off a shot into her chest, Lance slowly squeezed as his body went stiff all at once. His index finger shook against the trigger as his entire body followed suit with the sudden spasm; a cold sweat broke out on the surface of his skin as he felt himself being pulled apart mentally as a thousand voices whispering in his mind.

Allura, who had been quickly working her way up the ramp of her own lion, turned around to see Lance's entire body quiver as a Galra female with a cat upon her shoulder stood in front of him, her arm outstretched toward his face. The hold Lance had on his blaster slackened as the weapon fell from his grip and onto the floor. She watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his knees buckling as he dropped to the floor. She watched as his helmet smacked against the solid metal with a sickening sound that immediately made her mouth go dry and left a bitter taste upon her tongue.

"Lance!" The bayard in her hand was already glowing as she quickly turned around, fury boiling in her veins as she stared down at Lance's still body. Was he dead? Or just unconscious? She couldn't tell if he was even breathing.

Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes as Shiro's voice rang in her ears.

"Allura? What's going on? Why aren't you and Lance out of that ship already?"

Her throat burned as she attempted to run down the hatch of her lion; she had barely lifted a foot when she felt an intense pressure. Whipping her head to the left, she could see the hatch door of the Galra ship opening; the loud sound created by the different atmospheric pressures within the ship and outside in space was deafening as she screamed. She felt herself floating as the differences in pressure sucked her out into space. The blue lion groaned as its claws dug into the floor of the ship, but despite its best efforts, the lion was pulled into space with her.

"Lance!" Her throat felt raw and scratchy as she floated in the ether. Her jetpack glowed as she straightened out and aimed toward the open hatch of the ship. Spluttering to life, she shot forward as anything that wasn't tied down in the ship was sucked out into space. A robot flew over her head as she kicked herself off of a large crate full of whatever it was that the ship carried. She could see the red lion slowly being pulled toward the open hatch, its claws scraping against the floor, sending sparks flying as it dug in. "Lance!" Allura screamed again. Her voice was small against the echoes of space as she aimed for the hatch door; she could see that the Galra woman had bent down and reached out toward Lance's neck with a clawed hand. "LANCE!" Allura's voice was raw as she watched the hatch of the ship snap shut, separating her from Lance and the red lion.

"Allura, what happened?" Shiro's voice rang in her ears as her throat contracted with a tight pressure. She could feel something burning on her cheeks and feel a wetness that was slowly fogging up her helmet.

"They got Lance," she quickly responded, focusing her attention on the hangar doors. Allura screamed as multiple purple beams were shot at in her direction.

Glancing up, she could see two small Galra ships aiming at her as they raced toward her position. Two separate green and yellow beams smashed into the sides of the ships, causing them to spin as one of the beams hit the ship dead center and the other clipped the second ship's wing. The two ships crashed into one another, creating a large, fiery explosion in the distance.

The green and yellow lion came into view as the black lion flew above Allura's head, dancing and maneuvering through a bunch of laser beams that were being shot at it from a cluster of Galra ships. Allura could sense more were arriving as she heard Shiro give an order to retreat.

"Allura, get back to your lion and fall back. That goes for everyone else as well."

"But—" Allura began to protest, her eyes flickering back to the shut hatch door.

"—We'll worry about Lance later," Shiro intercepted her, "right now our biggest concern is getting out of here, before more Galra ships come."

Reluctantly glancing back at the hanger and toward the blue lion, Allura turned, her jetpack glowing as she flew away from the ship and instead toward the blue lion; her stomach twisted in tiny little knots with each foot she put between her and the ship.

Her thoughts turned to Lance as the blue lion opened her maw to allow Allura in. As she floated into the blue lion's mouth, she gave one final glance backward at the ship as the lion slowly shut its jaw, delivering Allura into the darkness of its confines.

Slow measured steps clapped against the metal of the ship as Acxa stared down at the blue paladin of Voltron. His body was lying still against the ship's floor. One would have assumed he was dead, but from the way Narti leaned over his body, her hand outstretched and hovering over his head, she knew better than to assume the worst case.

Zethrid and Ezor came to a stop behind her. Looking down at the blue paladin and glancing over his weapon, Acxa turned her head at the sound of another pair of footsteps coming to a stop just slightly beside her.

"Sir." Acxa stared at Lotor's face. His eyes were slightly narrowed, his chin slightly pointed toward the ground as his eyes raked over the blue paladin's back. "What should we do?"

Lotor's lips parted slightly as his eyes flickered up toward the red lion. A red energy shield surrounded it, protecting it from any form of attack or intruder that attempted to breach it.

"Tell team Voltron—" Lotor spun on his heels as he placed his hands behind his back and clasped them together. His boots clacked against the metal floor as he slowly walked away. His long hair swayed slightly behind his back as his blue eyes darkened; a thousand calculated moves burned in the forefront of his mind; a cunning grin stretched across his face. "—that we just won."

A/N: I'm crossposting this from my Ao3 account. This is also my first Lance x Lotor fic on this site, so let me know what you think. But please no comments of "Klance is better than this ship!" or anything that bashes Lancelot, or I will call you out for it.