This story is how I think Voltron's new season should (or should've) start out. It's based on my own thoughts on the show(or franchise). The following plot will contain elements and scenario from other media, including Robotix, Micronauts, Shadow of the Colossus Colossus, Pineapple Express and Aqua Teen Hunger Force: Colon Movie Film For Theaters.

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Chapter 1: The Man with the Plan

It's been a whole month since the Paladins and the resistance recruited Lotor, and they're still on edge about it. But for the last fortnight (2 weeks), he was nowhere in sight. Those who last saw him muttered silently "I hope he stays gone." Even the Paladins and resistance were hoping of Lotor's departure. Little did they know that something big was in works. Something Really BIG.

Back on Olkarion, Allura has assembled team Voltron to assumed the obvious. "My friends. I've gathered you all here to confirm that Lotor has abandoned the cause" the princess announced with a hint of pride. The majority of the audience were relieved and somewhat happy that the former galra prince is no longer one of them.

"Good riddance to bad presence." said one alien.

"I knew he'd flee!" said another.

"Ditto!" said a third.

While the assembly traded sly remarks about Lotor's desertion, Coran and the altain mice couldn't help but notice a few individuals saying otherwise. One was a floating monk with four eyes, shrouded by an aura. Another was a tall man with a transparent body, save for his metal head, hands and feet. The third was a large two faced coin, rotating every second. The last was a robot with a computer/tv face, a long, thick stem and multiple wheels at the bottom. Coran and the mice casually walked towards them to hear their conversation.

Coran: What seems to be the trouble, friends?

The shining monk spoke in a rather deep voice. "We were talking about Lotor's whereabouts. Everyone else might think he's gone, but we don't think so. A few days ago, he told us he was getting help. Said he'd be back today." The spinning coin was next, with a voice that sounded like Lewis Black and Gilbert Gottfreid. "Khuchlo's right. He should've been here this morning! Right, Meganaut?". The tall chrome man nodded as he spoke with an enthusiastic foreign accent. "PesoseP is correct. Lotor said that if he didn't make it back in time, it either meant he was captured, lost, deceased….."

"Or late!" a suave voice added, echoing in the hall from the acoustics. The entire gathering turned to the only doorway as a tall, handsome white haired galranion walked in, smirking. The Paladins, Coran and the mice gathered around Allura as Lotor walked towards them. Along the way, he glanced at the group that was talking earlier. The tv faced robot spoke in a feminine voice. "Fashionably late as usual." Lotor smiled back. " What can I say, Compucore? I love to make an entrance." Soon, he was face to face with the founders of team Voltron. They were defensive, attentive and angry. Lotor knew, for he could see it in their eyes. It was like reading their thoughts. Clearing his throat, he bowed slightly to the princess.

Lotor: princess.

Allura: galranion.

Lotor: I know that our races have been at each other throats. I know my father has gone through great lengths on capturing the black lion. And I know you, your knights, your advisor, your followers, even your rodents are thinking: why are listening to a turncoat who's better off dead? That fine. Seriously fine. But that's not the reason I came. Ruling an empire isn't my issue. If anything, I could've taken my own path, settled on another planet and let them fend for themselves. Nobody told a specific galranion to join the revolution, I chose to do so. Protest speeches, New world order, treaties, well do know why I really quit? Because every time I try to do good for my people, It's always dismissed as Crap! Complete nonsense. A waste of time and resources from a waste of galranion flesh. Or should I say mongrel. My opinion: being traditional won't end this war. Those assholes who preached about their way stood up for cowardice and the inability to change tactics. So I've spent the last 2 fortnights finding a Real solution. And I've found it. All I need is some approval.

The crowd turned to the princess for an answer. Allura took some thought. She hated the galra empire more than anyone else. However, after discovering that Keith was half galranion, she knew that there was good in people with bad blood. She inhaled and exhaled before giving her answer.

Allura: Very well Lotor. Please tell us.

Lotor: I'll do you one better and Show you instead. We must leave at once. To the ships.

Slowly with resistance, the crowd disbanded to the Lions and the ships.

With herself and Lotor the last to leave, she asked him cautiously.

Allura: what are you going to show us?

Lotor: You'll believe me when you see them.

Allura: Them?

END OF CHAPTER 1

Author notes: I hoped you found this chapter enjoyable, because it only gets better in the next one onward. Leave a review after the story. Also, check out my Oneshot: Wild Royal Woods; and the start of my other Chapter story: Calvin 10. If you have any ideas on those stories, P. M. or leave a comment.