Season 3, Episode One: Changing of the Guards
Once more, sorry about slow updates. School has been having...problems, to say the least, regarding sexual assault, so that's been kind of the forefront thing in my mind. Also, Season 3 doesn't have full transcripts up online, so it takes longer to get these down. Hopefully the rest of the transcripts are put up soon.
Star-the-Writer: Panels? Like Comic Con panels?
The Best Guesst: I didn't actually think of doing the vlogs, but now that it's mentioned, I suppose I could, if I'm in need of a filler chapter. Thanks!
Don't own Voltron, blah blah blah, can we have Season 5 already?
"I'm worried it smells a bit musty," Allura admitted to Coran, glancing down at her formal wear gown. "It's been a while since I've had to look presentable."
Coran hummed. "The Kerberosions just declared independence after-that wasn't right, was it?"
"Kerberos was the mission Matt and Sam were on," Alfor corrected him. "You want Cubserions."
"Same difference."
"It's really not."
"Lance, I think we just passed the drop zone," Hunk read off screen.
Lance huffed. "We're under heavy fire, there's no way we can stop here. Kolivan, any ideas?"
"Open the hatch. We'll take it from here. Go, go, go!"
On set, the Galra extras leapt off of their platform, free falling for about fifteen feet onto a mat and then rolling off and away. Kolivan was the last to go, and instead of getting up after he fell, he just laid face down in the air bag.
"Cut! Kole, you all right?"
Kole held up a thumb. "Dandy. Just going to lie here until I die."
Pidge grinned. "Dog pile on Kole!"
Kole squawked. "No, wait, do-ack!"
"Hunk, you got a fighter on your six!" Lance shouted.
"Yeah, and I'm about to teach this sentry a lesson about TAILGATING!"
There was a brief pause, and then Hunk snickered. "Heh. Tailgating. I'm in a lion."
"Seriously?"
"Come on, man!"
"You had ONE LINE!"
"You know," Hunk mused, sauntering over to Kolivan and Lance, "based on our recent battles, it seems like the Galra Empire is kinda just falling apart."
"Just like my sanity," Kolivan muttered.
"Cut! Seriously, Kole?"
"Sorry, Alfor."
Take One
"I talked to some members of the desert tribe on Planet Themescira – nope. Wrong franchise."
Take Four
"I talked to some members of the desert tribe on Planet Kythra who have these same, large feathered ears."
"Fucking FURRIESSSSS," Lance shouted from off set.
"LET ME SAY MY LINE YOU ASS."
Take Six
"I talked to some members of the desert tribe on Planet Kythra who have these same, large feathered ears. They're not friendly to Zarkon, but they couldn't help me identify the person in the footage. So that's a dead end. Now, these flappy, loosy, pant thingies – really? That's my line? I'm the smartest person in the show, and that's my line?"
"Now you know how I feel," Hunk muttered.
"Touché."
"Lotor has arrived at headquarters at Zarkon's request to take command of the empire," Haggar growled. "Under Zarkon's guidance, of course."
Throk blinked in surprise. "Lotor? Why is he not at his father's bedside?"
Haggar scowled. "Zarkon needs no one by his bedside, least of all you!"
"Yeesh," Throk muttered once the camera had panned off. "Rude."
"Throk! The mics can still pick you up!"
"Fuck."
"The people you see before you are the Paladins of Voltron," Allura said proudly. As she spoke, the camera panned over each of them.
Hunk gave a tiny wave, a small smile on his face. Keith kept his arms crossed, eyes on the table, and Pidge flipped off the camera without hesitation.
"CUT! Pidge, come ooonnnn," Alfor whined.
Pidge grinned. "Come on, I couldn't resist."
Behind the Scenes
"Annnddd this is your dressing room!" Lance declared, swinging an arm out and gesturing to Lotor's new space. "I'm two doors down if you need anything, and Pidge is right next door to you. She's kinda loud when she's listening to music – likes to sing and all that jazz...heh. B-But yeah, if you need help finding something, or if you want to know about the food around here, or-"
"Lance," Lotor cut off with a chuckle, shaking his head. "I'll be fine. Thanks, though. I appreciate it. And my friends call me Logan. Lotor is just my stage name. It sounds 'fancier,'" he said with a sneer, nose wrinkled.
Lance grinned. "Will do, Logan. Dude, gotta say, love the hair. Is it actually that color?"
Logan rolled his eyes and plucked at a loose strand that was dangling from his ponytail, eyeing the pearly white color. "No way. Dyed for the show."
"Fair enough. Boy, wait'll you put on the makeup. Zee HATES it, apparently it's super itchy."
"Ah yes, my on-screen father. Where is he?"
Lance tisked and watched as Logan dropped his bag into the dressing room before leading him to the food. "Zee's on medical leave – his wife is in labor. Perfect timing, really, since he doesn't need to actually be here for filming."
Logan grinned. "Nice! Now where's the rest of the cast?"
Lance held open the door as they stepped into the main lobby and glanced over the room, smile getting wider as he spotted Keith talking to Acxa. "Most of them are here, I think Hunk and Pidge ran out to grab pizza. Keith!"
Keith glanced up and his face brightened at the sight of his boyfriend. He tossed a little wave and then nodded towards the two of them. He and Acxa crossed the room. While Lance hugged the girl, Keith and Logan shook hands and introduced themselves.
"This is going to be an interesting season," Keith noted, openly slipping his hand into Lance's. Lance jumped a bit, glancing behind them, but no one was paying them any kind of attention save for the two co-stars in front of them. Neither of them even blinked.
Lance squeezed his hand gently and shook his head. "I'll say. You're going down, Lotor baby."
Logan snorted and slung a playful arm around Acxa's shoulders. "Not a chance, lover boys."
"We've fought by Zarkon's side forever, and now we're passed over by this exiled brat?" Throk hissed.
"I heard rumors he fights alongside his enlisted men like a lowly private."
"Worse than that, his top generals aren't even pure Galra. They're half breeds at best – Jesus Christ my character is an ASSHOLE."
"Hey man...listen," Lance said, voice low. "We all miss Shiro. I remember what a thrill it was just to meet him for the first time when the two of us carried him out of that Garrison hospital."
"I grew up with my dad and Matt telling me stories about him. He was a legend at our house," Pidge added on.
"The guy taught me everything I know about being a pilot! Which isn't much," Hunk admitted. "But that's more on me."
Lance turned to Keith, eyes searching him. "You're not the only one hurting, man. We're all right there with you. But you know that he would be the first one to tell us that we have to move on."
Keith swallowed and lifted his gaze to Lance's, tears clouding his vision instead of the steely hardness that was supposed to be there. Lance frowned and cut off Allura before she could get to them and say her line. "Fuck this."
He dragged Keith in hard, pressing his arms around him into a firm hug and clutching at his back, rubbing soothing circles into the fabric of his jacket. Keith shivered and clung to Lance as well, and the soft "Cut," from Alfor was barely audible.
"You're good, man," Lance muttered. "He's fine, and you know it."
"I know," Keith whispered. He pulled back and eyed Lance, well aware of the dozen or so people standing around them.
Pidge groaned. "Ugh, okay, come on, the date you set was last week, would you two just fucking kiss already so that we can get on with the rest of the episode?"
They both snorted and flipped her off, but Lance obliged, pressing a chaste kiss to Keith's forehead before stepping away. "Everyone loses," he declared, amongst a series of groans from cast members and staff alike.
"You know the funniest thing is," Coran mused, "is that Shiro still isn't here."
There was dead silence for a moment on set, and then everyone burst into laughter. "Oh my god," Pidge wheezed. "How long do you think we can fuck with him?"
Keith managed a grin, despite the red tint to his eyes. "He's the most fucking oblivious person I know. We could probably be cuddling right in front of him and he would still think we're friends."
Lance snickered and then glanced up at the cast, teeth worrying at his lower lip. "We'd uh...appreciate if this DIDN'T get to the media."
Alfor grunted. "Anyone who says anything is fired and their career in this industry is ruined."
After a moment of awkward silence, Allura cleared her throat. "Keith. I know that-"
"The cameras aren't even ON, ALLURA!"
"I'M DOING MY JOB, DAD."
Geez, Dad.
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