Author's Note/ Hello, wonderful readers! Before you dive into this book, I just want to let you know that I am always open to ideas, and *friendly* criticism. I hope you enjoy my little novel on the most adorable #spacegays out there! Lovely reading!
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Keith's POV/
I brush the back of my hand along my forehead, wiping away the droplets of sweat neatly aligned on my pale purple skin. Panting, I place my hands firmly on top of my knees as I try to catch my breath. One more level. I say to myself, pushing my body to its maximum efforts.
I replace my feet into a more athletic stance, positioning myself for the upcoming battle. With my blade in hand I begin the new level, "Start Training Level 98." Immerging from the waxed flooring beneath me comes my next opponent. My robotic counterpart thrashes its two blades forcefully, cutting the shape between us in half. I snarl my teeth, locking my vision onto my enemy. "It's just you and me." I toy with my blade before charging towards the druid, which officially started our battle.
I manage to swing my blade into the oncoming druid's side, cutting a deep gash into it's armor. A small electric shock makes the druid stutter for a mere second, allowing me to strike at it's abdomen.
"Ahg!" I howl in pain as I feel it's metallic blade slice through my shoulder, nearly missing my collarbone. I stumble backwards in pain but am able to regain my balance just before the druid stroke again. "Your gonna have to do better than that!" I shout towards my deaf counterpart, stabbing him in the ribs with my blade causing it to stutter again.
I think I celebrated to early though. Just as I pull my knife from the robot's armor, it's arm nails me right in the jawbone causing me to fly across the floor batted and bruised. I lay on the cold rubbing my jaw.
10...9...8.
6...5...4.
"3...2...1. DEFEAT. Train Again?" The training system repeats loudly (loud enough that the own base could probably hear it). I stand up shakily, retracting my blade back to its smaller form. I brush through my raven hair with one hand, panting.
"Train Aga-" I whip my head around as I get cut off.
"Shut down Training System," a deep voice belonging to Body Guard Antok echoes through the training room as everything shuts off. "Pilot Kogane, you are needed by Commander Kolivan in the control room, immediately." He says emotionlessly before walking out of view.
My purple skin melts from my body, revealing my hidden pale white skin. "Yes, sir." I place my knife into its respected place in my satchel and head out of the training room, worried.
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"Commander Kolivan," I begin as I place one knee to the ground respectfully, "you wished to see me?" I slowly stand up to face my commander in a worried fashion. Commander Kolivan is one of the hardest members of the Blade to read. His face is emotionless, even without his mask on, and his voice is deep and hollow. The last time Kolivan asked to see someone as a month ago, and we haven't seen the guy sense - or so I've be told.
"Keith Kogane," he says sternly making my heart skip a beat, "You have been assigned to Base 5E on Planet Altea, just a day away as the Body Guard for King Alfor and his royal line. Lieutenant Thace has order that you arrive in Altea tomorrow more at noon." Body Guard? King Alfor? Altea? But I'm a Fighter Pilot, not a Body Guard! Before I can ask any questions, Kolivan walks out of the control room towards his living courters. "And, Kogane, I would get to packing because you leave in less than two hours."
I stand in the control room alone, paralyzed by the news my Commander has given me. Confused isn't even able to explain what I am feeling right not.
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Lance's POV/
I lay in my warm bed peacefully, dreaming of the Altean flowers blanketing the rolling hills of my home. Oh, the sweet aroma they give off floods me with the many memories of when I was little. It was my sister, Princess Allura's and my secret hide out. Oh, how I miss those carefree days, I would do anything to relive them for just a tick. My memories are cut short as I hear someone's banging fist upon my bedroom door.
"Prince Lance, your Father would like to have a word with you, sir."
Ugh! I turn onto my stomach and plant my face in my pile of pillows. All I ask for is some beauty rest, but nooo! I sleepily open my right eye and glass at my alarm; 6:45AM. "Ugg, it's to early!" I protest to my pillows. I turn back onto my back and rub the sleep from my eyes. I groggily get up from my cozy bed and slip on my robe & slippers that are inspired by the lion I wish to pilot one day; Mama Blue.
I reach the great hall to find my family waiting impatiently for me. "About damn time you show up, Lance. We've been waiting for over an hour for your sleepy ass to get up!" Allura protests holding her arms out and towards the ceiling. My Father bumps my sister's head silencing her profanity.
I roll my eyes as I plop into my chair, "Shut up, Allura." I say sticking my tongue out at her, which she then returns with the a good old #1.
"Children please, stop your bickering," my Father, King Alfor begins, "now, the reason why I have called you two here is because I wanted to inform you that there will be a few minor changes happening around the castle."
I stop my Father before he can continue, "Woah, slow down Father, changes? Is this about Zarkon and how he has starting to defeat planets in our solar system?" Father gives me a confused look, as if asking me with his eyes on how I new that information. Okay, okay, I might have 'overheard' Coran talking to the leader of the Paladins about Zarkon's plans for us.
I probably shouldn't have said that in front of my sister, I could see her fear and anger building up in her eyes. "F-father, is this true? Is Zarkon c-coming?" Allura stuttered as he covered her mouth in shock. Yay, probably not he greatest idea...
"Yes, daughter, but don't you worry. Our Paladin's are close to defeating Zarkon. But, just to be safe, I have in listed a large regiment of our allies' soldiers; the Blade of Marmora. With that said, you each will be assigned a body guard that will be with you at all times," King Alfor pauses allowing us to talk in news, "along with the regiment, there will be new curfew for everyone on Altea, along with some other regulations that will be in place starting tomorrow morning."
Allura and I sit in silence, confused, and worried. The Blade of Marmora? But, aren't they a group of Galra? Zarkon's empire is full of blood-thirsty Galra ... how can we trust our so called 'allies'? "B-but Father, their Galra, how can we trust them?!" I almost yell in fear.
My Father slowly kneels down on one knee, placing a hand on my shoulder, "Son, the Blade of Marmora have been fight Zarkon from the very beginning, they are the reason we are still here, they are the reason we have Voltron. I wouldn't put my children and people in anymore danger, you can trust them Lance." Father says solely as looks into my eyes. I nod my head signaling that I understand. He gives me is warm smile before standing up and heading out of the room, leaving just Allura and I to think.
I look over at my sister to see her head lowered. She fiddles with her hands when she's nervous. I don't blame her, things are going to be changing, whether we like it or not. It's for our own good.
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Keith's POV/
I stand in the large loading dock of our base, clutching my few valuables with white knuckles. I still am having a hard time understanding why Kolivan chose me, of all people, me to be a body guard for our allies' royal family. I am a pilot, not a body guard. Although, not to brag or anything, but I do have the skills to be a great body guard. But no, I am a 2nd Rank pilot, a Voltron pilot in training - not a dumb body guard in training.
I suddenly escape my jumbled thoughts as someone bumps right into me. "Sorry there," a voice calls from behind me. I turn and cox my head to see a tall, muscular, statured soldier sheepishly smiling down at me, "um, is this regiment 5E?"
I laugh under my breath a bit before answering, "Uh, yay?"
The soldier gives a long sigh of relief as he brushes through is hair, "Thank god, I thought I was going to miss departure! Commander would have had my throat! Haha," he begins, brushing away the sweat that was accumulating on his pale skin. "The name's Shiro."
I watch his left hand reach out for me to take it, but I hesitate as I realize what it is, "Kogane, the names Keith Kogane." I give him a small smile as I shake his metallic hand. "You're not Galra are you?"
Shiro quickly releases my hand, I can almost hear his heart skip a beat, "Um, uh..." he begins as he scratches the back of his neck. I give him my famous one eyebrow as he tries to find the right words, "uh, no...No I'm not. I am Altean, but I have Galra blood in my family line, which allowed me to awaken my blade." Shiro proudly displays his blade like I've never seen one before. I didn't know you could be part Galra to awaken the blade.
"Cool man," I pause, "so, what have you been assigned to at 5E? I'm one of the Royal Families Body Guards, yippy!" I say sarcastically.
"No way, Keith! I've been assigned as the families guard too!" Shiro exclaims with a smile, playfully punching my shoulder.
I open my mouth to reply but am cut off by the sound of the comm in the loading dock, "Regiment 5E ready to load."
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Author's Note/ I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I hope to have the next one out this week, but until then let me know what you think so far! Thank you for reading, I appreciate all the comments, likes, and votes from all of you!
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Word Count: 1735
