I'm a twit, degenerate young rebel and I'm proud of it
Lotor sat upon his throne for the thousandth time that thousandth year of his rule. He glanced at the clock, his anniversary with his wife was coming up. As well as the anniversary of him taking the throne. The invitations to his generals and children requesting their presence had already been sent.
He glanced to his wife by his side, holding their youngest. The baby girl had the rest the siblings signature tan skin, but she had white hair and purple freckles dotting her body. She had Lotor's blue eyes. Lotor smiled watching the pair.
Their little Bex had been a surprise. Physically Pidge shouldn't have been able to have anymore children. And yet, here Bex was, cooing at the world. Especially her mother.
The doors opened. Lotor glared at whomever dared to ruin his moment with his Empress and princess. Only to soften it after seeing who entered.
Guard's, holding Marmora, who had rebelled and left for the Blade that shared his name, and assisted his mother so long ago. Only his armor was different.
"I see the Lion's have picked new Paladins." Lotor said noting the yellow armor.
"Father, I don't want to fight you."
"Which is why you'll go back into stasis."
"You can't! The universe needs Voltron!" A warning shot was fired at the gentle teen's feet. Marmora shut his mouth and glanced at his father with pleading eyes that were so reminiscent of his mothers. "Father, please, the universe is dying trying to keep up with your demands for quintessence. It would be one thing if you were using it for fuel, but to keep an unwilling wife by your side, and children who want to be free-"
"Shut up!" Lotor's voice grew loud. Pidge quickly tried to calm the child in her arms, trying not to shake at the volume and tone of Lotor's voice. "Kitten, tell your son that you can leave my side at any time, you just choose not to."
"I'd have no where to go." Pidge confirmed.
"I heard wise words that the second Black Paladin told the Green Paladin once… 'If you worry about what might go wrong you might miss the chance to do something great.' Do those words mean anything to you now? Because they did back then!" Marmora cried, trying to get through to his mother. KitKat had claimed their mother had been a fearless Paladin, that she was full of fire, thousands of years ago. All Marmora had to do was start that fire again and everything would be alright, right? "Please, the universe is dying mom and you're the only one who can save it."
Pidge stood up and placed Bex into a nearby crib. She silent left her throne and joined her son who was being forced to kneel on the ground. She signaled the guards to let him go and pulled him into a tight hug.
"Mom?"
"It's time to come home." Pidge stated.
"What?! I thought you'd be proud of me!" Marmora was shocked at his mother.
"I can't, Marmora, I can't." She started sobbing. All Marmora could do was returned the tight hug Pidge had him in. "Please, please, please, come home. I don't want you to end up like me, or my fellow paladins. You're such a sweet boy, I don't want to see you broken or killed by someone innocent who has no idea what's going on. Just come home and be safe be with your siblings."
It was at that moment Marmora realized why KitKat gave up the throne. He had heard a story in the Blade that Lotor had a child kill the Paladins. The Balmeran's would claim it was a little girl the Paladins trusted and loved. The Olkari always mentioned her likeness to the green paladin. But it just now dawned on the boy that the girl who had killed the Paladins was his loving older sister.
"… I think I'll go to my room now…" Marmora said blankly, with so many questions for his sister.
"Why don't you take Bex with you and put her down for a nap." Lotor smiled. "Your mother and I have to discuss plans for some events coming up."
Marmora nodded. He carefully took his baby sister and swiftly made his way to the room he shared with his siblings.
It was a rather large room with 50 assorted beds and cribs. All belonging to Marmora and his siblings. He found Bex's crib and laid her down for a nap. He asked plenty of his younger siblings if they had seen all of their oldest sibling. Until he finally found her sitting on his old bed.
"I thought you weren't coming back." KitKat mumbled.
"I wasn't going to… Hey sissy?"
"You haven't called me that in hundreds of years. Did something happen?"
"I learned some things about who killed the last iteration of Paladins… And… I have to know… Were you the girl?"
Silence fell over the two.
"Father told me they were evil… That they had put a spell on Mama." KitKat began. "That if a girl with a pure heart slayed the monsters Mama would be free and we could be a happy family again… He also inferred that if I didn't they would trick Mama into hurting you, Damon, and Adlai."
"Only us three?"
"The others hadn't been born yet… I had promised to protect you no matter what… I always knew our family was messed up, but I didn't think Father would manipulate me into hurting mama like that."
"… We have to do something." Marmora said.
"Like what? Mama couldn't do anything!" KitKat shouted, causing silence to fall over the entire room. "You want to go on a death mission against our father?! He killed Mama's friends! He didn't care about her mental state as long as he could have her by his side! He doesn't care about the universe!"
Marmora took a deep breath.
"If you worry about what could go wrong you might miss your chance to do something great."
"Don't quote Shiro."
"That's what he told our mother when she had doubts about being the Green Paladin." Slowly their siblings began to gather. Marmora looked around him. "You ever wonder why father keeps us under strict rules? Because he knows we have the same fire in us that mom had! Our mother broke into a government facility, got kicked out, snuck back in under a different name, went to space bonded with the green Lion and defeated our grand father to save her family! And when she did she kept going to save the Universe!"
"Look what good that did her." One of the younger siblings shouted.
"Because there was only one of her! There are 50 of us. And at least 40 of us have the ability to fight and stand up!"
"What stop father from ending us like he has every rebellion?" Narti one of the younger kids asked.
"Because when he looks at us he see's mom." Marmora stood tall on the bed. "We can make a difference, but we have to do it now. Not for ourselves but for the Universe!"
Silence filled the room. Then KitKat started clapping. And the others joined in.
"You got our attention, how do we do this?"
