Intensity of lightning. The internal storm. He had waited so long to reenter Blue. And it was his time.

In accordance with Zarkon's orders, he had won a hundred galdiator fights. He had never once killed a soldier despite their willingness to take his. He left their life in Haggar's hands. He was grown. Or at least, he felt grown. He had been told he had been in space for eight or so years.

Finally fifteen he was allowed to fly Blue. Gifted his own uniform all too similar to Lotor's black pilot suit but with a striking blue trim to let all know who he was. A dark helmet accompanied to cover his face with tinted glass like material.

With a warm sense of nostalgia, he walked up to his lion and let the mouth open. Without hesitation, he stepped inside, relishing the heightened connection from being inside. The storm had been waiting too long to be unleashed.

He smiled and sat in Blue's cockpit, the inside whirling to life. He may not have known all the controls, but he felt Blue guide him. He put his hands on what he assumed was the steering system and felt his adrenaline peak. With a wild roar from the Blue Lion, he shot off into space. Crying out in pure joy, he weaved between ships, laughing all the way. The intense coolness from his lion was more than welcome in the vacuum of space.

It wasn't until he passed a high security facility did he stop. It wasn't Blue, but there was something calling out. A similar roar, only harsher. Hotter.

A roar that made his heart beat slightly faster. A roar... His ears couldn't hear.

"Did you feel that Blue?"

There was a feeling of joy and... Concern? Suddenly, an image of a red lion entered his mind, waiting silently enshrined in its shield. Sitting inside one of the Galra ships if the short vision was accurate.

Lance took a few deep breathes.

He had certainly heard about how the empire had the red lion. But it wasn't like he had ever seen the machine-beast. And yet, it was so clear in his mind. It was smaller than Blue. And unlike Blue who had blue and white with red accents, the red lion was just red and white. While magestic, it seemed far fiercer than Blue, who held a more playful air.

"We... we should probably head back now right?" he said trying to ignore how his voice shook. There was something about the red lion that made his heart leap and his stomach fall.

Blue didn't seem to have any issue as they roared in the direction of the red lion and soared back through the stars to their home. Back abord the glatiator ship. Where Lotor was sure to be waiting for him.

Time seemed to go by slowly as the red lion remained etched in his mind. He loved Blue. He was Blue's pilot. Was the red lion trying to scare him away? Well it wouldn't work. He wasn't going to abandon Blue.

With his mind set, he landed Blue back into the personal hanger and gave them a few pats. It was during this, that Lotor walked in.

"Lance. You're back sooner than expected," Lotor said casually.

"Yeah, well, I kind of wanted to come home."

"Did you now?"

"Yeah," he said not once lying to Lotor, "I passed the ship that held the red lion."

"Did you now?"

"Yes. I could hear it Lotor."

Lotor raised a brow at Lance's statement. While it was common knowledge that he did talk and seem to understand his own lion, it was quite another thing to hear him say he could hear another lion. A dormant one at that.

"You could hear it?"

"Yeah. It was calling out. I think it knows Blue has me and wants a pilot too. Or it thinks I'm not worthy of Blue. But Blue thinks I'm worthy don't you?" he cooed at the giant mechanical lion. The lion purred and kept its' head low so Lance could stroke its' muzzle. Lotor was quiet for a moment.

"The red lion is the right hand of Voltron Lance."

"What? Lotor? What are you talking about?" Lance questioned. He felt a slight nudge from Blue and a vision came into his mind's eye. Five lions, including his Blue and the captured Red, along with the missing Green, Yellow and Black Lions all coming together to form a large mechanical being. With the right hand being the emblazing red of the red lion. Lance could feel his heart beating rapidly as his vision disipated and he could see Lotor once more.

"Lance?"

"I think I know what you mean," Lance replied a bit shaken.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Blue's just sharing visions is all."

"Is that normal? You've never mentioned this before."

"It was more feelings when I was younger. But being back in Blue, I guess it's strengthening our connection or something. I can see what it wants me to see. It's pretty cool," he said with excitement. His eyes seemed to light up with wonder and amusement.

"I will take yur word for it," Lotor said dryly. He could only imagine what this gift would mean. Perhaps he could track the other lions with this skill. His face grew cold as he thought of how Haggar would respond to the news. He never did like it when Lance had to visit the witch.

"We don't know what you can do with this gift Lance. Best not to get people's hope up. Do keep this to yourself."

Lance rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say Lo-lo."

Lotor sneered at the nickname.

"Do desist in calling me that."

"What? It's not like I call you that in front of Acxa," Lance teased. Lotor then began a tradition as old as Lance's first training lesson. Chase the annoying younger brother.

Life went on as it always had since Lance had come aboard. People came. People went.

Prisoners were forced to compete in the gladiator ring as he did on occasion and while he would have perfered actual fighters in the ring, he understood the purpose of finding weaknesses and strengthening the Galran resolve.

Hence, his attendence while his brother and their friends were off on some mission who knew where in the cosmos. As it was, he had been sitting among the Galra with his skin tinted the slightest bit of purple and his hair a few shades lighter, as if trying to look like his brother. His eye markings remained a vibrant blue and his ears were elongated as he blended in to the best of his ability.

He sighed as he waited for the fight to begin.

He expected a one sided fight with a faceless nobody. But his eyes were locked when he saw the opponent of the Galra champion. His eyes were wide seeing a human being in the arena. A taller and far more muscular man with a strong jaw line and dark hair. He looked to be of Asian decent and held a certain hardness, weary from no doubt, captivity. Lance watched, a spark of joy and dread fighting in his heart. On the one hand, a human had little chance against a Galra champion. On the other hand, he was human... with Altean quintessence but still.

He bit his lower lip to keep from cheering out for the mysterious human. He kept quiet and watched as he proved to be as good as could be, outsmarting and defeating the champion.

Lance waited no time to leave. Lotor had told him Earth would be left alone. So this human must have been on a ship. A ship had other passengers.

And it had been so long since Lance had another human to talk to.

With a wide grin, he wasted no time to make it to the holding cells.

Practically skipping down, he looked at the rather abysmal care. He noted the champion wasn't back. Most likely with the doctors and scientists. They were always a curious bunch.

He did his best not to think about what all that meant. Instead, he stopped at one cell. Inside was a person, perhaps his own age or a bit older with shaggy light brown hair.

"Guard," Lance sang to the current watch. The soldier tensed, but turned to face him.

"Yes Paladin Lance?" he responded with nervous respect.

"I want this one."

"Excuse me?"

"He's a human. And I want to talk with a human. I'm sure Lotor wouldn't mind. And he hardly seems like a fighter," Lance spoke with confidence. The human looked up, dazed and confused with his glasses slightly askew. Lance gave a wink confusing him even more.

"But my orders-!"

"Don't worry about it. It's one prisoner. And I'll take the fall if someone gets mad. You're just listening to your superior now aren't you?" Lance laid it on thick. He never really minded it if it was a joke among friends, but it felt weird when he had to pull rank in order to get something. Though, he had no issue in this case.

Poor kid didn't look like he'd last two minutes in the arena.

Lance also knew that this would be the talk of the prisoners. Each one was watching at the sheer bizarrness of the situation.

The poor guard sighed and opened the human's cell. Lance grasped the guard's shoulder to prevent him from just grabbing the poor human.

Instead, Lance walked in and crouched down to be at eye level with his fellow human.

"Hello there. My name is Lance. What's your name?" he spoke as casually as possible. The person blinked. He appeared nervous. Shakily, he replied, "M-Matt."

"Matt? That's a nice name. Why don't you come with me Matt? I'd like to talk to you."

Perhaps it was the fact that he was so casual, or the fact he could control the guard, but the boy did get up. His fear apparent as he hid his face. Lance kept on a grin and led Matt towards his chambers.

Many Galra stared but Lance only needed to give them a look, promising some time in the arena if they had any issue with what he was doing. Matt however kept his head down.

When Lance finally made it back to his chambers, he blurted out, "Quiznak. I need to get you a bed."

Matt's head jolted up and he looked at Lance who had run over to a small computer by his wall. Typing away in a language Matt had never seen, he couldn't help but blurt out, "Bed?"

"Well yeah. If we're going to be roomies you're going to need a bed right? I mean, I don't mind sharing mine, but last I recall, it's a bit weird on Earth when two guys are sharing the same bed. Is it still weird on Earth?"

"You've been to Earth?" Matt asked, unable to stop himself. Lance didn't care as he answered right back.

"Sure have. I was born there."

"But aren't you... Aren't you...?"

"Galra? Oh wait," he said realizing he hadn't dropped his big brother's look. His face grew progressively tanner and his ears rounder. His face marks disappeared and his hair returned to the rich dark brown he had been born with.

"It's kind of a long story," he said with a sheepish grin, "Wanna hear it?"

"Lance... what did you do?" Lotor questioned as he rubbed his face. He was already feeling a headache come on from what he was seeing.

"I wanted a buddy."

"You have friends Lance."

"Yeah. But he's from Earth," he said gesturing to the now passed out from exhaustion Matt who was sleeping on Lance's bed, "And he's not much of a threat. Please Lotor. Let me keep him."

"He's not a pet. He's a prisoner."

"Can't he be... I don't know... My servant or something?" Lance asked grasping at straws. Lotor sighed at Lance's request. He didn't ask for much. But what he did ask for was always such a hassle.

"I'll figure something out. But for now, you may keep him."

"His name is Matt. And I think we're going to be good friends. Once he gets over his little fear of... everything here."

Now... Lance has Matt. MATT! This can only end so well.

I wonder how Matt is going to deal with all of this? Because Lance is technically human. And he's not exactly the most normal guy in the world calling Galra family while the Glara seem to be trying to conquer everything.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and all its zaniness and I hope you all review.