Lance hadn't known what to expect heading back to Earth after being gone for over an Earth it was, they were taking time to fly accross the galaxy to try and create a sense of peace between the Glarans and the humans. Still, it would practically be no time at all till they were on Earth. Perhaps then, he just wanted an oppertunity for Matt's father to be with his two children for the most part uninterrupted by the chaos that would come from bringing an alien ship to Earth.

It was beginning to bother Lance that he wasn't exactly in either of these categories. His young childhood days namely stemmed Round the desert canyon he met blue and Lotor, and the sparkling blue ocean he grew up near along with the sandy beaches. He loved the water, but the sand was what he remembered best. The warm and soft powdery grains beneath bare feet. The golden grains that under just the right moonlight nearly sparkled silver, by the dark ocean littered with glittering silver stars. The grittier sand of the caverns, a mix of hot from the sun and cold from the shade.

That, along with his taste in food were what made him human.

His battle prowess and physical form were the creations of his years in Galra military. Each and every military tactic he had ever learned was either learned by the Galra hand, or attempted to be used against it. Every weapon he ever had used came from the Galran armory. Even the Altean Broadsword Lotor had given him had come from the Galran armory as a spoil of war. His ability to shor, the firm hand to stike down the opponents and other warriors.

That, is what made him Galran.

His svelte body and diplomatic tendencies along with his shapeshifting abilities and connection to quintessence, made him the slightest bit Altean.

"Paladin Lance," a young Galran soldier spoke. Lance turned to the warrior, most likely his own age and yet so green in nature. Standing in slight awe of the high ranking non-galran.

"Yes? Is there something you need?" Lance asked in a calmer tone than he normally did. Partially, the fleeting memories of teachers back on Earth speaking similarly and him trying to get the Galrans used to whatever kind of people they would meet on Earth.

"We will soon be setting the first pods off to Jupiter's moons," the young soldoer explained. Lance nodded his head.

"Thank you for alerting me. Open communications to Earth," he commanded with an air that he had learned from Lotor. He walked over towards an elegant and comfortable chair, stationed in front of a two way camera where he would broadcast their first connection. Upon sitting, his skin shifted to close to the Galran purple and his hair, his brother's snowy white. His ears elongated in a foriegn yet familiar way. Dressed in his black paladin armor and adorned with a shroud made from Zarkon's cloak, he nodded to the technicians.

For now, Earth would know the face of the empire as close to Lotor's as he could manage.


No matter who you were on Earth, no matter where you were, or your upbringing, none missed the slight crackle of static as each and every screen crackled to life with an unfamiliar symbol. Whispers were being passed from viewers, televison networks were in a tizzy and the military rushed to prepare for battle.

In less than a minute though, what could only be described as a purple skinned, etheral appearing elf, adorned in black appeared on the screens.

"Personas de la tierra," the elf spoke with a clear voice. Young but aged in quality clear in the voice, "Somos los Galran. Queremos decir que no hay daño."

Whispers were being passed, asking around who knew how to speak spanish. Many assumed that it was Spanish.

Spanish speakers watched and listened in shock as the elf spoke in their native tongue.

"Venimos a ustedes como refugiados. Venimos como intelectos y guerreros, queriendo crear un hogar junto a ti. Por favor, pida a sus líderes que respondan a esta frecuencia para que podamos hablar. Gracias. Vrepit Sa."

The connection cut on Earth for a moment.


"Hey did we ever find out the name of Matt's mother?" Lance quickly asked one of the Galra.


The screen came back to life as the elf reappeared.

"Oh and if a Colleen Holt, wife of one Samuel Holt and mother of one Mathew Holt and one Katie Holt, please also respond," the elf added in english, "We have a special delivery for you. Or well... three."

The cool tact the elf had earlier seemed to melt away with the request of one single human being somewhere on the planet Earth.

To Colleen Holt, who was at home, missing and mourning her family that had left, then dissappeared only to not return, she was not ready to hear her name, along with her family's over her phone and television. Some strange elven entity somehow not only knew of her, but knew of her family.

"And Nani and David Pelekai, parents of Hunk Pelekai, I have a pick up for you too. Please also respond. Thank you."

The screens went back to what they had on them before with the end of transmission. Colleen stared blankly at the television in front of her. Then to her phone. She jumped when a call had come through. She connected the the call and lifted the phone to her ear.

"Hello Iverson... No I saw the broadcast... No. I don't know who the man was... Of course I'm coming... He knew my name. He knew my family. I need to know how," she spoke with determination. Iverson spoke more to her and she nodded her head.

"I understand. I'll be at my house. You still have access to my address from my husband and son's emergency contact?... I will await pick up."


"Should we alert the human passengers we will be arriving soon?"

"Yes. Make sure they've eaten something and are in comfortable clothes. I have a feeling it will be quite some time before they will be able to change or eat once we officially arrive. Or maybe they will I don't know. I haven't been to Earth in a long time. You know what, I'll go ask them."

"Shouldn't you be getting ready Paladin Lance?"

"I can walk and get ready," he said as he shift his skin back to its mocha hue and his ears to their small and round shape. His hair retook the dark brown color and he pulled it back into a high ponytail. From his shawl's pocket, he pulled out a gift from Lotor. A silver and crystal diadem, a supposed symbol of great intellect from ancient Altean culture, blended with the Galran coloration. It was supposed to be a mark of unity among the Galra. Humanity wouldn't know that, but it was something shiny and pretty that matched his eyes so well.

He slid the cloak off his body in favor of carrying it in his arms. He threw it into his room and grabbed a set of ceremonial robes similar to what he wore when he killed Zarcon. He then continued on to the human wing. Ready to deliver the good news of returning home to the once paladins.

Going home can be terrifying. Lance realizes this.

Also, I am not a spanish speaker so pardon anything botched and feel free to correct me.

But the attempt was "People of Earth, we are the Galran. We mean you no harm. We come to you as refugees. We come as intellects and warriors, wanting to create a home alongside you. Please, have your leaders respond to this frequency so we may talk. Thank you."