The White Angel and the Black Storm.

Commander Lance McClain had groaned inwardly when Wade instructed him to act as a guide for a visiting diplomat from off-world. Then he met with said diplomat and her husband and laughed.

"What? You're not capable of giving her the tour yourself?" Lance teased his former comrade.

"I guess Wade figures I've forgotten everything about my native planet," former Commander Sven Holgersson replied wryly.

"The price of marrying one of the co-rulers of some distant world," Romelle added with a smirk.

Down in the Den, Hunk glanced at the monitor and frowned. "I thought Lance was playing tour guide?"

"He is," Pidge replied, and then looked up at the monitor. He turned to face the hidden door that led to the secret lair. "Maybe they're a sympathiser?"

"I hope so…never mind," Hunk laughed when he saw who was accompanying Lance.

"I think it's safe to say they're sympathisers," Pidge grinned as he stepped forward to greet Queen Romelle and Sven. "Oh! Hey! Got something for you," he added to Sven and raced back to the main computer bank.

"This is one of those voltcoms Allura was talking about?" Sven asked as Pidge handed him the device.

"Yup, and since you are accepted by Blue Lion, we figured you should have one in the event of…" Pidge trailed off.

"Wanna give it a test run?" Lance asked, as he removed his uniform jacket.

"Sure," Sven shrugged, doing the same and taking up a spot across from Lance.

"This ought to be good," Hunk chuckled as he, Pidge, and Romelle watched the two spar.

"So exactly what does it do?" Romelle asked.

"After Sven and Lance go a few rounds, the device will pick up on Sven's natural abilities and come up with a holo-weapon best suited to him," Pidge explained. "Keith's produces swords. Hunk's a war hammer. Mine gives me throwing weapons I can also use to tap into computer systems from a distance. Allura's produces either a bow and arrows or a whip, and Lance will either have guns or a force-field generated around his fists that amplify his punches."

"That makes sense," Romelle frowned as she attempted to digest everything Pidge had told her.

"They also double as tracking, communication, computing, and a myriad of other handy tools and devices," Pidge added.

"Handy for Doom raids," she murmured.

"Which is why you're next," Hunk grinned. Across the room Lance and Sven stood down from their sparring session.

"Now press the Arusian crest," Lance instructed. Sven did so and a small smirk graced his lips as a pair of battle axes manifested in his hands. "How far back did you say you could trace your family tree?" Lance snorted as Sven gave the axes a few test swings.

"Pre Viking era," he replied and then called up a sim to give his new weapons a test run. Lance stepped back and joined the others as they watched in a mixture of awe and shock at the efficiency Sven wielded the battle axes. Suddenly they disappeared and a long heavy spear appeared in their place. Lance winced as Sven impaled one of his simulated attackers and used the momentum to hurl the attacker behind him. "End sim," Sven commanded, and the simulation shut off. "I like it," he chimed happily as he turned to face the others. Pidge handed Romelle her own voltcom and the process was repeated. This time the device came up with a broadsword and throwing daggers for the queen.

"The Viking and his Valkyrie," Lance murmured.

"What do they refer to you two on Doom as?" Hunk asked.

"The White Angel and the Black Storm," Sven replied.

"Apt sobriquets," Pidge snickered.

"If it scares that superstitious lot, we'll take them," Romelle winked. With the aid of their voltcoms the legend of the White Angel and the Black Storm grew on Planet Doom.