Lance sat quietly in the war room as he awaited the once paladins of Voltron, and their Altean companions. As it stood, he was the liaison now to extend the arm of peace. What was the phrase on earth? Something to do with a branch? He couldn't quite remember. Too long it seemed it had been since he had left Earth. His body felt worn and tired, his eyelids heavy with adrenaline bleeding out.
But there was no time to rest. The Galra needed a planet to call home. Thankfully, he had just the solar system in mind. Only one planet colonized with native inhabitants. Plenty of moons and planets for the to live on and colonize. He knew it wouldn't hold everyone. But there would finally be stable planets they could call home.
"Paladin Lance?" a meek voice interrupted his thoughts. The long haired paladin turned to face the Galra soldier. His usually smiling face looked weary.
"Vrepit Sa."
"V-Vrepit Sa. The prisoners are here as you instructed."
"Yes. Please sit them down. Get them some water to drink. And some food to eat. I doubt they have had much by that means in the cells."
"Before-?"
"Mah, bring them in here and bring the food and drink at the earliest convenience."
"Yes Paladin Lance."
Lance remained uncharacteristically quiet as the Paladins were brought in and placed in their own chair. Cuffs on their wrists that would increase in magnetism on Lance's command, pinning them to the metal table or wall or floor if needed. The champion was first, his eyes hardened by war. He was followed by the angry Paladin of red who Lance really wanted to give a hair cut to. It wasn't like he was taking care of long hair so why bother having such a mane? Matt's sister followed looking rather muley. Lance found himself with the urge to brush out her wild hair. Lastly was the oddest paladin. Large in stature and yet, had always appeared gentle, where the others were wary and held adrenaline and fear in their eyes, his held a spark of something else.
"Lance," the yellow paladin gasped out looking at the rather well dressed adversary paladin.
"Please. Take a seat. Food and water should be arriving shortly while we talk."
The four didn't get much of a say when they were forced into the chairs. The mullet headed one looked ready to strike when Lance activated his cuffs.
His arms jerked to the table. He squirmed violently, akin to a rabid perro. Lance sighed. He knew that wasn't the word they would understand, but it was the one he could remember.
"A show of good faith will let you all walk around while we talk. But if you're going to lash out like a perro, you will be leashed like one."
"You mean a dog?" the Matt lookalike snarked. Lance snapped his fingers.
"Yes! Dog is the English word!"
"Lance. We won't attack," The champion made a declaration for the entire group of paladins, "So please release Keith."
Lance shrugged his shoulders.
"Alright, but if he does anything, both of you will be pinned. ¿Comprenderá?"
"We understand," he responded tersely. His dark eyes darted over to mullet child in warning. He huffed but stopped squirming. Lance released the maganetic pull from the cuffs and smiled.
"Wonderful."
"Unhand me you brutes!"
"Sounds like la bella princesa is here. I did think that royalty inspired better manners though. Oh well," he commented as Allura was brought into the room wearing traditional Altean clothing. Some rather intricate and formal dress from the looks of it. While she was beautiful, her face was marred in disgust and anger. The guards left while another set came in with a more mild though clearly ruffled older Altean.
"Now a civilized man. We have met before though haven't we?" Lance welcomed.
"That we have," he responded politely, his voice serious but with inflection that promised a more whinsical personality.
"Pardon if I didn't catch your name." Lance walked over to the eldest man. With a light and perfectly angled bow he introduced, "My name is Lance. I am from the planet Earth and serve as a paladin of Voltron for the Galran empire.
"Coran my boy," he responded equally polite if not a bit confused.
"Pleasure to meet you Coran. Now I'm sure you all want to yell at me for being an enemy but I'd like to skip all that and move forward. Afterall, your enemy was Zarkon and I did kill him," he stated nuetrally. That killing was going to haunt him he just knew it.
"So you all are?"
"Shiro," The champion started. He ten began gesturing to the different individuals with each name. "Kieth." A grunt from mullet. "Pidge." The little Matt lifted her hand. "You seem to know Allura." The princess glared. "And Hunk."
Lance furrowed his brow and looked back at the largest of the group. Hunk. Hunk.
Hunk?
...?
"Hunk!? ¿Pequeño mejor amigo? Hunk!"
No one expected the boy to practically jump on the largest paladin, throwing his arms around in a hug. Hunk recovered quickly and returned the hug from the recent enemy.
"How do you know I'm your Hunk?" he asked in a teasing tone the group hadn't heard from the large paladin. Even more strange, was the pealing laughter from the smaller and more elven looking paladin.
"Please," Lance scoffed, "How many people are named Hunk and would travel star systems to my location?"
"You don't know."
Lance jumped off from the large paladin with a large smile.
"I know enough. And from the memories of Earth, I know you must be my Hunk. Afterall, didn't you call me out by name at the space mall?"
"Okay so I may be your Hunk."
Lance let out a loud laugh.
"That's beautiful! Oh man, the universe is giving the best gifts. Ah man."
"He really is Hunk's friend," Pidge dryly added. Lance ignored her and his smile remained. Hunk sat back down as Lance paced.
"I can't think of a better end to a war than being reunited."
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