There was unrest stirring on both the Galran Home world of Drule and on Altea. Xenophobia was on the rise. No matter how pro-Alien a vast majority of the planet was, the zealous minority were on the rise and gaining more notoriety. It had started as a normal afternoon for Kiara. She'd seen her six-year-old son, Lotor, to his private school not far from her brother's house just beyond the Castle of Lions, Kioreth had been given his breakfast and her little son was cleaned and ready to go with her to the market. Zarkon and the other paladins of Voltron had been gone longer than usual, but whenever the universe was facing strife, the Guardians of the Universe were needed more than ever. Kioreth trotted next to her looking at everything with curiosity but not saying much. Unlike Lotor who had been babbling even before he could speak, Kiroeth wasn't big on noise.

"What a disgusting display." Kiara turned her head towards the one who'd said it. It was an older Altean male flanked by two others who looked a bit rough.

"What about me is disgusting, sir?" Kiara asked with venom in her tone.

"You parade that spawn around as if it is something to be proud of. A proper Altean man not good enough for you, whore?" he said.

"If you see any, be sure to let me know," Kiara said as she picked Kiroeth up and placed him on her hip.

"You bitch!" the man tried to hit her, only to have her catch his fist.

"I might be a mother now, but I was an Altean Pilot first," she said before she threw him backwards into his cronies. The hate filled their eyes and she turned to a vendor and quickly handed them her child.

"Please take care of him," she said quickly as she ducked another blow. The shop keeper blinked before they adjusted their grip on the two-year-old.

"Someone call the city guard!"

Kiara never left home unarmed at Zarkon's insistence. So, she drew the dagger he'd always made her carry. It had his personal symbol on the hilt, letting anyone who knew what that meant know she was Zarkon's chosen mate.

"A Galra blade?"

"Quiznak! That's the symbol of the Black Paladin!" one of the cronies said.

"It doesn't matter who the calrutizna slept with!" the leader said as he pulled out his own blade.

"That's enough!" The City Guard had arrived. Kiara stood down, but the hood did not and before anyone could stop him, he had stabbed her multiple times. The Shop Keeper covered Kioreth's eyes as the city guard took the man down alive, but it was too late for Kiara. "G-Get th-this t-to m-my husband," she said holding up the dagger.

"Let me through! KIARA!" Twyla, known as the Blue Paladin of Voltron arrived on the scene. She knelt next to Kiara."No! You have to hold on. You can't leave now!"

"I'm sorry, sister," Kiara said. Twyla locked eyes with the smug attacker as he was being processed.

"YOU! I CHARGE YOU WITH MURDER AND CLAIM THE RIGHT TO TRY YOU BY THE BLADE!" Twyla growled.

"This is Altea, Galra trash! Go home!" he said.

"Actually, she is within her rights to ask for this, but someone else will be fighting you." Everyone bowed as the Yellow Paladin, King Alfor, arrived with the other Paladins of Voltron which included Zarkon who was kneeling over his dead wife's corpse utterly shattered. He stood, dagger in hand, vibrating with rage.

The murderer had the decency to at least be terrified of facing the legendary Black Paladin. The Red Paladin also seemed to want to charge since it was his sister. Instead He walked over to the vendor holding Kioreth and motioned for the cub. The cub saw his mother and scented the blood, which set him off into wails of sadness. Zarkon looked back at his sobbing son and his rage doubled. He grabbed the scum and practically dragged him behind him as the guard led them to a suitable area for the Galran form of justice.

There was an old arena no one used anymore in a run down part of town. Zarkon tossed the murderer forward and Twyla threw a blade dangerously close to his face.

"Pick it up, and maybe you'll live." She sneered. She placed a hand on Zarkon's shoulder and said in Galran "No Mercy."

"Wasn't planning on it." Zarkon replied.

"Good." she said before she joined the others.

Kiaran was abstained from viewing this. Kioreth did not need to see it and he needed to go get Lotor from school.

By the time Zarkon was through with the murderer, "hamburger" would have been a generous descriptor for him.

MP: *ducks* Don't hurt me. I had to turn him to the dark side!

As for that word the murdering SOB called Kiara, there are some words best left OUT of people's vocabularies. This is one of them.