The warp journey came to an abrupt end when the Blood Raven Fortress ship arrived into free space along with some of its cruisers as backup. In front of them was the colossal floating form of the Craftworld of Sain-Hamm.

"The Astropath has just reported that our arrival at Sain-Hamm has been successful."

"Good, I will inform the brother-captain."

Two Teladuv portals opened in Eldar space and from there the green, blue and yellow lions emerged together with some Eldar ships serving as guides.

"WOW!" Amethyst gasped at the sight of the colossal alien ship. "Are you seeing that!?"

"How huge ..." Stevonnie's eyes sparkled with admiration.

"This is certainly a true technology marvel!" Pidge exclaimed excitedly.

"Oh, I'm dying to know what makes it work!" Peridot accompanied with her own shout of enthusiasm.

At the docking bay, Keith and Shiro were preparing to mount their lions and alongside them were the Inquisitor, the Gray Knight, and Master Angelos along with a squad of Space Marines entering the landing craft prepared to exit the ship. Imperial ship to the Craftworld Sain-Hamm.

"An Aspid cruiser will guide you to the agreed landing site." The Harlequin announced to everyone present. "Once inside you will be guided by a guard towards the temple of the Seer Guren, I hope your best behavior there, children."

Keith only rolled his eyes when he and the Harlequin entered the red lion and Shiro entered the black lion.

The lions' eyes shone and with a double roar of pride they left the Astarte fortress ship towards the colossal ship along with the Imperial ships.

Allura felt a great bead of sweat trickle down her forehead.

Once the castle of lions robbed the mobile world of Sain-Hamm, there was a small platoon of Eldar soldiers and warriors who came as honor guards for the princes and Councilor Altean. There was some tension between the commissioner and the Exarch but it was Masquerade and Coran who intervened to prevent someone from being killed.

Everyone left the Castle and almost everyone was shocked to see the mega buildings scattered as far as the eye could see with small flying vehicles flying through the air and the multitude of civilians that moved from one side to another. Allura and Lance had visited several of these Eldar worlds on diplomatic trips and could not tire of looking at the extraordinary scenery.

As they descended the long stairs, they were greeted by four howling Banshees, each holding a ceremonial spear that would make Pearl and Bismuth jealous for their beauty and craftsmanship.

One of the Banshees approached Allura and informed her that the seer Guren is waiting for her along with the rest of the paladins and some extra guests so she, Lance and Coran have to come with them immediately.

And so she was separated from the rest with Lance and Coran being escorted by the Banshees while those left behind were escorted elsewhere by the Eldar soldiers. After that they reached a gravitational platform that raised them to the top of the buildings towards a great temple where, according to the three, the seers of this Craftworld were.

When they arrived they saw to their great surprise that Pidge, Peridot, Steven, Amethyst and Connie were in the hall with two spectral guards guarding the front door and a squad of Howling Banshees surrounding the group with some Harlequins who were surely the boys' escorts. .

"Guys!" Connie screamed seeing the Alteans still alive in this place. "It's good to see them in one piece."

"We are also very happy that they made it." Lance said with a nod.

"Where is Matt?" Pidge asked not noticing his brother with them. "where are the others?"

"They were separated to another place, which one? I have no idea." Allura replied but I gave her a calm smile. "But don't worry, you are in good hands."

"Hands of the Eldar ..." Peridot drawled when he glanced at a Banshee who kept staring at her.

"This may be very uncomfortable, but the Eldar of Sain-Hamm are nothing like the Drukhari who have attacked us." Coran said to calm the paladins' nerves.

A little far from the temple entrance, they heard something approaching and saw that it was a ship that was nothing like the Eldar ships they had seen on their little tours; the ship landed and with it a gravitational platform composed of a Harlequin and two Banshees with nothing but Shiro and Keith.

"Shiro, Keith!" Steven saluted the two remaining paladins. "They have returned."

"It was exhausting, but we managed to survive." Keith crossed his arms with a nod, his gaze traveling to everyone present especially to Allura who gave him a look of pure anger.

"But we had some help in our situation." Shiro said and as if it was a sign, the Blood Ravens along with their chapter master and the inquisitor with her bodyguard appeared at the entrance.

The rest of the paladins and the remaining three Alteans were pleasantly surprised to see the death angels of the Emperor of humanity along with one of the empire's most infamous servants with them.

Angelos looked at the rest of the paladins who visibly flinched at the piercing gaze he gave them.

"Excellent!" Masquerade applauded thus drawing the attention of everyone present. "All the guests are here. Now we can proceed with the meeting, if you will kindly follow me ... "

The two ghostly guards opened the heavy doors to reveal a long corridor lit with ghostly bone torches and with it was a long spiral staircase.

"Oh ... my old enemy." Amethyst sneered at the large number of ascending stairs. "Ladders."

They all started their little upward journey with the Harlequins and Banshees serving as guides for their 'guests'. Steven took the opportunity to approach the black paladin since he wanted to ask him something important.

"Shiro." The half gem called, the black paladin looked at the child expectantly. "How is Garnet? She is fine?"

Shiro slightly opened her eyes and started to look away with guilt and shame on his face.

"This is not the time for it." Shiro replied and he was right: this was neither the time nor the place to break the terrible news to the young man.

Steven seemed to understand and didn't ask any more questions about it, though his concern for his friend remains persistent.

By the time they finished climbing the stairs, everyone stood at another large door which opened revealing a very spacious ornate room in which there was a long rectangular table with several seats around it, four of which were occupied by important members. of the Eldar mobile world.

The four seated had highly ornate battle armor with different runic patterns like emblematic necklaces from their home world but the one sitting in the center exuded great power.

She did not have her helmet on revealing the perfect Aldeari features of this Eldar woman. His face was immaculate and had a beauty that would let the breath of many men escape, his eyes were an emerald green and his hair was a long jet black that fell to below his waist and he wore the typical armor of the seers: runic armor.

Guren Sparkeyes.

Seer of the Craftworld Sain-Hamm.

"Welcome to the Maothryr Temple, honorable guests, please take a seat." The seer greeted the crowd and offered them a seat. With everyone seated, the seer addresses Cegorath's servant who had just sat down. "Harlequin-leader Masquerade, thank you for bringing the rulers of Altea out of a terrible fate of the warp and your underlings for bringing the scattered paladins out into the universe."

"Oh, you don't have to thank me." Masquerade made a dismissive gesture.

"And to you, Lord Angelos for bringing in the last remaining paladins." Guren pointed at Shiro and gave Keith a meaningful look.

Angelos just cleared his throat with a nod.

"And finally, I want to welcome you to the paladins of Voltron: Defender of the Stars. As well as the last remnants of Altea. " Guren glanced at each of the paladins and the Altean monarchy. "Now that we are all here, it will be better to start with this meeting."

"First of all I want to ask something." Pidge raised her hand and they all looked at her. "Where did they take my brother? where is the rest that traveled with us? "

"They are being accommodated in a separate building, the injured are being treated by our doctors." Guren responded kindly. "Your people are in good hands."

"Hands of Eldar." Peridot pointed that fact accusingly.

"I also know that not long ago they have suffered an impact from our deviant cousins ... on my behalf and the people of Sain-Hamm we would like to offer an apology."

"How did they find us?" Keith asked and Allura turned her gaze to Masquerade who was crossing her legs.

"The seer predicted that her last reckless confrontation with Zarkon would send them into the Warp and they would end up in different parts of the universe." The Harlequin replied

"The seer predicted that her last reckless confrontation with Zarkon would throw them into the warp and scatter them across the galaxy." Masquerade replied to the young red paladin.

"Predict? Did you predict our defeat? " Shiro asked in dismay.

"Eldar seers have that kind of power." Amberly replied with a fixed look "Although ... predictions are not exact art."

"The inquisitor is right; even the most skilled and powerful seer can make a mistake in a prediction. " Guren nodded to the human's words. "Even with that disgusting Galra magic, I was able to predict where in the universe you would be so with the help of Cegorath's roses we could find you."

"Hmm ... that explains everything." Amethyst scratched her head in mild confusion. "Our leader also has those kinds of visions."

"Don't you dare insult us, Hgy'syr." One of the Eldar present spoke towards the purple gem. "Don't try to compare us to your ilk in ability for future predictions."

"Enough." Allura raised her hand to prevent an argument from breaking out. "We get to the point of the matter: what do they want from us?"

"As always direct, princess." The seer took a short breath to continue. "Given the coincidences of the events that took place during this Deca-Phoeb and with it came another wave of visions which found no meaning whatsoever; And it all has to do with the return of Voltron, the Defender of the Stars has created a tidal wave in the warp since the day the blue lion launched its first roar after ten thousand years of inactivity." Guren paused to see the reactions of each member present at the table. "And as everyone knows (or some know) we have had history with Voltron and the paladins of yesteryear that made it up."

Keith's fists clenched at the mention of that subject, his gaze drifting towards the Allura who did his best to avoid it.

"Heh, that's right, her clairvoyance." Masquerade said casually. "Voltron put up an unforeseen equation that even the lord of change could predict."

"There are those who said that Voltron was too advanced for his time when he was created by King Alfor." Coran spoke to the seer for the first time.

"Exactly... although the Alteans did not have the same psychic talent as us, they made up for it with their talent with machines and with it they created something so powerful that it changed the universe forever." Guren gave meaning to the engineer's words. "It was even you who created the particle shields that were so helpful to our people."

"Not to mention the Teladuv portals." Rodrigo de Sable mentioned standing with his arms crossed. "It was a major addiction to our warp jumping systems."

"It was not only the Alteans who have given a lot of help to our peoples." Guren said to then get up from his seat and go to a table on which they had a few runes of Wraith Bone. "It was the coalition itself that gave back something that even the wisest of us seemed to have lost."

The seer grabbed some runes (five of them specifically) and threw them like discs in the air to stay suspended in the air, then each rune began to emit an ethereal glow of each color (blue, green, yellow, red and purple) after the runes came embers in which they built physical figures.

The first the red embers built was Alfor's perfect build in his prime, in his paladin outfit and proud posture.

"Alfor, King of Altea, Red Paladin and creator of Voltron: great pacifist and noble-hearted warrior.

The second of the green embers built an Olkari-looking woman with straight brown hair and long ears.

"Trigel, Empress of Dalterion and Green Paladin: admirable thinker and seeker of justice."

The third of the yellow embers built a large man who had the appearance of an armadillo and the height of him was the same as that of an Ork.

"Gyrgan, Chieftain of the Rygnirathian Tribes and Yellow Paladin: A selfless being and colossal protector."

The room of the blue embers built an amphibian-looking man with a red crest and gills on his neck.

"Blaytz, King of Nalquod and Blue Paladin: A valiant rescuer and great lover of things."

And finally there was the last rune who with its purple embers built a being that deserved all the contempt of the universe and beyond.

Amid the four paladins of yore stood a young Zarkon, a Zarkon whose face was cleansed from the ravages of immortality and he posed proud.

"And finally we have Zarkon, Emperor of Daibazaal, black paladin and leader of Voltron." Guren presented with a stern face. "A born leader and defender of the weak."

Keith couldn't take it anymore and he threw the luxite blade from him and with a roar he threw it towards the rune that created the hologram of Zarkon and pinned it to the wall, destroying it. This action put the Banshees and Astartes on alert but a glance and a small gesture from his superiors caused them to lower their weapons.

"That… is… a lie!" Keith roared the last word with contained hatred. "There is no way in the universe that Zarkon was ever a pious and kind person! He is a monster! He is a murderer! He is a genocide! "

The room fell silent with Angelos and Guren staring at the red paladin while the rest of the humans and Eldar looked at him disapprovingly. (Except for Masquerade who was holding back a laugh) The paladins were looking at the young Galra with different emotions and the Alteans were giving him painful looks.

"You may see everything through a keyhole. But like Horus, Zarkon has succumbed to the temptations of power. Zarkon was a great leader to Voltron's paladins in the past, but as he made more scientific advances, the more his greed increased. " Angelos said with all the attention on Master Astarte. "First it was for a good cause, but little by little he deteriorated. None could foresee Zarkon's betrayal after it happened, even the Eldar couldn't find out. "

Keith took the time to look at the two leaders and felt a hand on his shoulder and saw that Shiro was looking at him sympathetically.

"It's okay, Keith."

Young Galra took a few calming breaths until he was finally calm enough to sit back down.

"But I have a question." Steven raised his hand. "What happened to Zarkon to make him bad?"

"Yes, there must be a logical explanation for it." Connie nodded at Steven's hypothesis.

"Oh ... each of us has a side of the story about the fall of Zarkon." Masquerade explained and her gaze turned to the princess. "But there is only one official version, and your beloved princess has it."

Immediately all eyes were on Allura. The princess discreetly gulped at the surprised and somewhat betrayed looks from her friends. This was her fault, her own shame caused him to withhold information of great use to the paladins and they suffered from it because of her arrogance to keep the legacy of the paladins of yore clean.

But the truth is: no matter what distance you put, the past will come back with a vengeance.

Allura let out a restrained breath with a look of regret. "I wanted her legacy to remain clean, the paladins of old are supposed to be what gave hope to a universe on the brink of damnation. I thought that by eliminating Zarkon from that equation everyone would see all paladins as heroes, what a fool I was. "

"Princess ..." Coran looked down with enormous sorrow on her face.

"But there is no time for it now that things are clear." The princess's eyes hardened and she looked at everyone present. "Very well, I hope all of you pay attention, because I am going to reveal the true history of the Voltron paladins."

In the dark future of the forty-second millennium... the galaxy was a few steps away from doom.

Since the fall of Cadia at the hands of Abaddon the Despoiler, A great warp rift has spread throughout the universe, bringing with it hordes upon hordes of nightmare creatures to consume millions of planets. And those were not all events: The Octarius war between the Orks and the Tyranids ended with the greenskins emerging victorious and stronger than ever and these others continued to devastate the Blood Angels' seed world on Baal in the largest swarm fleet ever. Seen in history, thousands of Necron tomb worlds had awakened and with it the universe trembled with their presence. The legendary Primarch of the Ultramarines, Roboutte Guilleman had awakened from his wintering thanks to Eldar magic and with them they launched the famous Indomitus crusade whose function would be to recover the planets that the Imperium had lost contact with the appearance of the great rift while a new Eldar faction led the survivors of their dying species to face the great enemy.

Today, the crusade was turning 100 years from its inception and the desperate war to save the universe was in full swing.

But the story doesn't start here...

On the other side of the universe, an independent coalition existed that would forever change the history of the galaxy. The Empire of Daibazaal, an empire which was a bit younger than the Tau Empire but it doesn't mean they are not advanced. It was one of the five most powerful factions in this sector; alongside the Kingdoms of Altea: a kingdom inhabited by an Eldar subspecies whose ability to control machines was superior to none. The Dalterion Dominion - A race of skilled technicians and fighters who were also good thinkers. The Mer Kingdoms of Nalquod: A race of amphibian beings excellent ability in tracking and elimination and The Rygnirathian Tribes: a powerful legion of creatures resistant to all weather seasons.

All were ruled by their respected rulers; Emperor Zarkon: An honorable and respectful sovereign who along with his allies have survived a demonic incursion perpetrated by the Druids: a faction in the Daibazaal empire who worshiped Chaos (especially Tzeentch). King Alfor: A great technician and tactical genius who has by far repelled a horde of Necrons who had invaded his home world. Empress Trigel: A technological genius and skilled fighter who stopped several Drukhari raids not only on her world but that of her allies. King Blaytz: A good tracker and a born leader who thanks to his tracking abilities was able to eliminate the straggling Tyranids from his home world and Chieftain Gyrgan: A strong warrior and strategist who together with his men kept a Waagh Orkoid at bay until the arrival of your allies.

This coalition was known as the alliance of the five: a small faction whose objective was to protect those who could not protect themselves from the dangers posed by this cruel and indifferent universe: they have spread throughout the universe in order to support the besieged planets or rescuing civilians whose worlds were almost lost, to trade food or provide discreet support to civil resistance whose corrupt governments abused them. Each species in the coalition had its own technology to employ different specific functions. The worlds controlled by them were heavily defended thanks to Daltorian technology, the Galra cruisers were well known for possessing very destructive offensive systems such as the Ionic cannons and the Alteans cruisers were known for their advanced (although sometimes faulty) jump system while the the latter two such as the Naquol and the Rygnirathian possessed efficient melee and ranged weaponry.

The alliance of the five had a mild and respectable reputation with the three universal powers. The best known acts of the alliance were in Kronialu 7: an imperial hive world which was being invaded by the Orks; Gyrgan fought with his men next to the Salamanders until Gyrgan himself killed the same Warboss (something that surprised the space warriors) that composed him. Since then they had earned the chapter's slight respect even for being mere aliens. The siege of Iyanden who was being the victim of an incursion of chaos by the Children of the Emperor. Zarkon came to the Craftworld to give naval support to the Eldar ships to mitigate the chaos warships as the Alteans entered the mobile world to give auxiliary support to the troops to stop the Chaos Space Marines.

Another of his known acts would be the attack of the Leviathan swarm fleet on the Tau worlds. Blaytz and Gyrgan cunningly engaged the Tyranids alongside the legions of the fire caste while Trigel with the support of his people and the Tau of the air caste were able to finish off the Tyranid fleet with slight casualties.

Another of the great acts of the alliance was the assault on the Gryatherns moons. Where Trigel led an alliance legion to storm the 6 moons of Gyatherns' world which was a mass of millions of slaves to be sent to Commorragh by the Dark Eldar, the assault took the Drukhari by surprise due to the fast travel of the Teladuv portals and the Galra Dreadnaughts who had no choice but to leave their loot behind to save their lives. It was that event that saved the lives of eight hundred million souls from a life of suffering and denigration.

The acts of the alliance of the five were such that they were both grateful and treated with disdain or almost some threats, but the five did it aside since if no matter what happens, if someone was in danger, the coalition would be there to support them.

This alliance lasted for many years, but it would all change on one fateful day.

"The Beasts of Mutradd are worthy of holding the title for the most feared creature in the universe far below the Tyranids" A young Alfor stated as he slew two more of the invading creatures with his broadsword. "But not even they are a match for our combined strengths."

Zarkon had called for the aid of his allies when the Mutraddi attacked one of his planets. The Mutraddi are large, four-legged creatures with six eyes that come in a diversity of shapes and sizes. Due to their simplistic, animal-like nature, most species believe them to just be "dumb animals," when in fact, they are smarter than they appear; discovering a way to traverse the stars and land on other planets without the need for a spaceship. It could be said so often that on several occasions they were mistaken for the Tyranids.

"Do not get cocky, Alfor." A young Zarkon told his ally as he slammed his mace on one of the Mutraddi's heads. "There are still more of them to deal with!"

"Well I say, BRING IT ON!" Gyrgan shouted as he swung his large, two-handed ax across the battlefield. "In the name of Willow, you shall fall!"

"Still overdramatic as ever; aren't you Gyrgan." Blaytz overconfidently stated as the merman smacked his spear against the heads of two beasts at once. He was utterly unaware of the large Mutraddi that was about to crush him behind. Or, it would've it Trigel hadn't incapacitated it.

"And that's the seventh time I've saved your overconfident rear." Trigel politely, yet sarcastically said to Blaytz; who blushed in embarrassment. He hates it when she keeps track. Trigel was a tall, slender Dalterion; a subspecies of Olkari. She had all the similar features to a female Olkari with some slight differences around the head; like horns.

"Stay focused everyone, and the battle will be ours!" Zarkon ordered as he leads the final charge against the invading Mutraddi.

After several more grueling hours of combat, the Beasts of Mutraddi were finally subdued. Under Alfor's request, the creatures where taken back to their home planet by Altean and Galra cruisers; where they'll hopefully stay away from the Alliance's space from now on.

"A toast, to our victory! And to our alliance!" Zarkon proudly shouted in the dining room of Castle Doom.

"Here, here!" All five Alliance leaders proudly shouted as they stood from their chairs to clink their wine glasses together with respect.

"And to our long-lasting friendship!" Alfor added in.

"Here, here!" The others said in unison as they all drank from their glasses.

Zarkon sat at the far end of the table; looking at his allies with glee. To the left of him was Alfor, who was sitting next to wife, Fala, his brother, Raimon, and his ever-loyal servant, Coran. Fala was a beautiful young woman with flowing silver hair and dressed in an elegant Altean dress. Raimon looked a lot like Alfor, though his skin tone was slightly lighter and was a bit shorter than his older brother.

Next to the Altean royal family was Gyrgan; who, after guzzling down his wine, proceeded to devour all the meat that was present on the table. A few years ago, Alfor, his family and Zarkon would be pointing out how much of a slob the Rygnirathian Chieftain was; but they don't seem to mind his eating habits anymore.

To the right of the Emperor of Daibazaal were Trigel and Blaytz. The Dalterion Olkari was cutting up her food with a fork and knife; eating the Galran cuisine slowly and respectfully. Blaytz, however, ignored his food completely and instead was flirting with the help; both male and female.

"Blaytz." Zarkon began. "Would you kindly not flirt with my servants; they have their discipline to uphold."

"Come now, Zarkon." Alfor spoke up. "Let Blaytz have his fun. And it wouldn't kill you to loosen up every now and then."

"The day I loosen up will be the same day you stop charging headfirst into battle," Zarkon replied with a chuckle.

"To be fair, I was handling the Mutraddi before you all arrive," Alfor said in his defense; only to get quiet snickers from everyone else at the table.

"I'm sure you did, Alfor." Trigel added in; taking a sip of wine before turning to Zarkon "But he does have a point, it's a celebration."

"I agree," Raimon added in, giving the Dalterion a flirtatious wink; one she just ignores.

"So ... how is the Human Primarch's crusade going?" Gyrgan asked after swallowing his portion of food.

That's right, today it would be a century since the start of Roboute Guilleman's Indomitus crusade to reunite the Imperium from the warp universal cataclysm known as the great rift. It was something beyond chaotic when that damn thing appeared, the alliance was somewhat lucky to have been in a safe place when it appeared, the same could not be said about the planets under their jurisdiction. The mere thought of it brought back terrible memories for the leaders.

How many people could not help, how many innocents lost their lives in the most horrible way, how many of those innocents fell into absolute madness in which only death could be their salvation.

Blaytz especially was more sorry… his brother… the one he had to sacrifice when warp radiation hit him and transformed him into an abomination than he ever was.

They tried to help whoever they could, but the warp waterfall was so massive that their battleships and cruisers could not pass through it without being destroyed or undergoing demonic incursions, leaving them solely with the option of assisting the planets within their ranks. narrow border.

"They seem to be making great strides, their fleets are beginning to regain their territories quickly." Trigel gave Raimon a look.

"Even if they take back some territories, the rest of their worlds continue to fight savagely for their lives." Fala said as she took some of the wine from her. "It's crazy that so much death is happening throughout the universe."

"And we are sitting here, gorging ourselves on luxurious food for insignificant achievements, while the rest of the universe slowly dies." Blaytz looked down with a depressing aura.

"We can't do anything at the moment." Zarkon put a consoling hand on the shoulder of his friend Merman. "Until the warp waterfall subsides, we have no way of accessing the worlds that need our help."

"How long will it be, centuries? Millennia? For ease then, nothing can stop the chaos and the Necrons. " Blaytz said with an annoyed look at his amphibian features.

Before the Galran Emperor could answered to his friend, the entire castle began to shake as a bright light zooms past the window. The dinner guests all stand up from their seats and rush to the window; spotting a comet heading directly towards the planet Daibazaal and crashing into its surface.

"NO!" Zarkon cried out in fear for his people; before turning to two of his servants. "Prepare my shuttle; I am heading down to the surface! And prepare the soldiers for the fight!"

"Vrepit Sa!" The servants replied as they carried out their task.

"We'll go with you to make sure no one was injured." Alfor said as he along with the others follow Zarkon to the hangar.

The shuttle landed near where the comet crashed on the planet as Zarkon and the others stepped out. Some of the Galran Emperor's worries were put at ease since he knew this part Daibazaal was not inhabited by his people or wildlife of him. Waiting for him on the surface was a high-ranking Galran soldier and his squad, next to the Galra soldier was a Galra woman with hairless pale blue skin and straight black hair that seemed to undulate like a river, she had a priestly robe with a scarlet veil covering her mouth.

Kolivan

Commander of the Daibazaal Empire.

Shadow Weaver.

High-Priestess of the Daibazaal Empire.

Zarkon recognized them amongst his Elite Guard from him; The Commander and the prietess

"My Emperor!" The soldiers respectfully shouted with salutes.

"At ease." Zarkon told his troopers. "What is the situation, commander?"

"The comet that crashed is a large one," Kolivan answered. "Larger than anything I've ever seen, my Emperor. It is also glowing, and it caused a similar glow to erupt from the ground."

"Weaver, this comet emits some kind of warp energy inside it?" Zarkon asks psychic Galra. He was relieved that no one got hurt but he couldn't let his guard down in case that comet carries some kind of warp field brought on by chaos.

"In all honesty, my lord. This comet does not emit any kind of chaos energy, in fact, it emits a kind of energy that I have never seen in my four hundred years of dealing with demons and the disgusting magic of the Druids." Shadow weaver replied with a condescending tone as her gaze returned to the asteroid. "I can say that the thing has life, but not expressed in a resplendent mantle which is clean of all stains."

"That?" "Seriously?" "That's impossible ..." Trigel, Gyrgan and Blaytz spoke to each other while Alfor and his brother stood on the sidelines with serious expressions.

"Then take me to him." Zarkon ordered.

"I agree with our priestess, my liege." Kolivan began. "But I would advise against that; for all we know, the glow could be radioactive. Bringing you close to it could be dangerous. I suggest we wait for some scientists and to arrive and…"

"I will see how dangerous it is for myself, Commander." Zarkon responded. "I'm ordering you to take me to it!"

"Yes, sir!" Kolivan replied as he and the other soldiers banged their chests; leading Zarkon to the comet. Trigel, Gyrgan, Blaytz, and Alfor; who requested that his family of him stay behind, follow Zarkon and his Galran soldier and the Priestess Psyker. Zarkon would prefer if his allies of him stayed behind for their safety, but he knew better than that would do so; if one of them is willing to put themselves in danger, they are all willing to put themselves in danger.

Upon drawing closer to the crater, all five galactic rulers did not notice any kind of discomfort or alteration of any kind, in fact, every time they got closer they felt ¿good? ¿excited? None could describe it. By the time they arrived, they looked down and saw the surprisingly mesmerizing comet.

"By Willow," Gyrgan uttered.

"It's beautiful," Blaytz added in.

The comet was a dark metallic blue that glowed as if it were polished, not only that, around it there were holes which allowed a light to be seen inside. But that's not all they found to be excitingly thought-provoking; just being this near to the mysterious meteor made them all feel younger and stronger.

Without a doubt, research was now required; as this, in Alfor's own words, "may be the greatest scientific and magical discovery in millennia.

And he is right, since what is going to come out of this meteor will forever change the history of the universe.

Time was not wasted in the study of the meteorite. The colossal space rock was moved off Daibazaal to a planet within the center of the five galaxies; where it can be reasonably examined by all the races of the Alliance. Two of the top scientist and one top Psyker from each race was chosen for separate tasks; one group of five would investigate meteor, while the other group would study the strange cracks that it left on the surface of the Galran homeworld with the Psykers and the Onyx order leadered by Shadow Weaver and a troop of the elite soldiers of the alliance in case If something hostile came out of that crack, it would be washed out of existence by laser fire. Within a few short phoebs, a fully functioning research center was built around the crater.

"Is all of this security really necessary, Zarkon?" Alfor questioned his friend as two of them walked around the inside of the compound.

"You said it yourself Alfor, and I quote 'this may be the greatest scientific and magical discovery in millennia.'" Zarkon responded in a teasing impersonation of the Altean. "So, I feel it should be protected, we still don't know if this meteor is contaminated, you know very well how deceptive ruinous powers are."

"Yes, yes, I know what I said." Alfor bashfully admitted. "I'm just concerned that having the camp set up as a quarantine zone may discourage the wonderful people who've volunteered for this project."

"This 'quarantine' is for the safety of my people," Zarkon stated. "After all these phoebs of having the comet, very little has been learned about it; where it came from, or how it created this energy that's leaking from my planet. If it poses a threat to Daibazaal, I must take the proper precautions to … AH, WHAT IS THAT THING!?" Zarkon screamed in surprise as a furry, black creature with blue ears and orange stripes rubbed its back against the Galran Emperor's legs; letting out a happy purr while doing so.

"How did this rodent get in here?" Zarkon questioned as I have backed away from it; while Alfor chuckled with amusement.

"Kova, eat here." A third voice ordered as the creature called Kova ran over to its owner; a young Altean woman. She had dark skin with ash-colored hair with red markings on her cheeks and golden eyes that appeared to glisten; she was garbed from neck to toe in scientific equipment and… and she was the most beautiful thing Zarkon had ever seen in his life from him.

Honerva.

Qualified Altean Scientist in the Alchemy guild.

"I apologize, Emperor Zarkon." The woman sincerely said as she picked up Kova, holding the small creature in her arms from her. "Kova is very friendly; that was just his way of greeting you."

"Oh… um… no worries… then." A flustered Zarkon said as he tried to cover up his embarrassment with a tough attitude. "I… I… don't think we've met."

"Then allow me to introduce you." Alfor stepped in. "This is one of Altea's best and brightest minds, Honerva of the Altean Science and Alchemy Guild."

"I look forward to working on this project." Honerva began, offering her hand out to the Galran Emperor. "I promise you, you shall gain favorable results."

"Well, I'm sure you will do well," Zarkon responded; shaking the woman's hand while trying to hide his blush from her. "If you'll excuse me, I have some… duties… yes, duties to take care of. Until next time." With that, Zarkon left the room; leaving a slightly confused Honerva and a smugly satisfied Alfor behind.

"He isn't very social, is he. Your grace." Honor respectfully said her King.

"He may not look like it, but Zarkon is a good man," Alfor stated. "One of the best that I've had the privilege to know. I'm sure you'll get along just fine."

"Yes, even with you too, Kova," Alfor told space cat.

Many deca-phoebs have passed since then, and further discoveries of the meteorite's origins were brought to light. The external radiation given off by the comet has life restoring potential; not only affect plant life but sentient races as well. Miracle energy that can rejuvenate those past their prime to their youth; returning the great strength they once held and the most incredible thing is that the energy could heal people from the corruption and mutation created by the warp. A name needed to be given to it, and after several debates and votes; they chose the name, Quintessence. Derived from the word "Quinten" from the Galra language which means: "The touch of purity."

With the new data from the breakthrough with the comet; all new, all different research was being applied to the crater, with a small amount of the space rock being taken to Daibazaal. Alfor, with permission from the rest of the alliance, transferred the rest of the meteor back to Altea; wishing to conduct an experiment that he believes can bring a new form of hope to the universe to use against ruinous powers.

It was fortunate that no one paid their attention to them or the anomaly at this time, perhaps they were too busy fighting each other to even pay attention to the demon primarch Magnus the red or Tzeentch himself.

With the latest information and the small amount of meteorite, they were able to work with; Honerva and the other scientists and alchemists discovered that the comet came from another dimension, outside of the warp, there was a theoretical impartation by Honerva supported by Shadow Weaver that with the arrival of the great rift, it not only affected this universe but others alternate universes, this was worrisome at first but the priestess Galra clarified that perhaps the arrival of the fissure caused a type of phenomenon that opened another type of immaterial world, a world which did not show the unbridled madness that was the warp but a world So peaceful and serene which could fit with the energy the meteor gave off, this realm was dubbed, the Quintessence Field.

But scientific and magical discoveries that can change the entire fate of the universe was not the only thing that happened during those years. Whenever Honerva had an opportunity to leave the labs, and whenever Zarkon could take off from his duties from him; the two of them would sneak out to meet up with each other. Zarkon and Honerva brought out something in each other that neither knew they had and enjoyed feeling as well; soon enough, a relationship… a romance began to blossom.

At first, the wished to keep it a secret; but they eventually revealed the truth to the others, who were all in support of their new-found happiness, to the exception of some Nobles and soldiers of pure blood of Galra and Altean.

After one wedding that involved a mixture of Galran, Altean, Dalterion, Nalquodian, and Rygnirathian traditions that went as well as one would think; the Altean scientist and alchemist was officially made the Empress of Daibazaal's Empire (much to the eternal chagrin of some elite of both species). But these two weren't the only ones who've found love, Raimon found a wife of his own; she who is now pregnant. And Alfor and Fala recently had a baby girl called Allura.

"Zarkon, Honerva." An older Alfor began. "I'd like you to meet our daughter and the future Queen of Altea, Allura." Within Fala's arms was a beautiful, healthy baby girl who looked around the interior of Zarkon's and Honerva's palace with interest; letting out giggles and other infant sounds. While a protective Coran stayed close to the Queen and Princess.

"We are both happy for you, old friend." An older Zarkon honestly said; presenting him with an embellished chest. "A gift for her." The Galran emperor opened it; revealing a Galran helmet, one commonly used by the highest-ranking warriors.

"I'm… sure she'll love it." Alfor said with an unsure expression; Zarkon meant well, but an artifact of war is not something one would typically get for a newborn. He wasn't even sure if it would fit her or not.

"We hope she does when she's old enough, my King." Honor respectfully said with a bow.

"You don't have to do that anymore." The King of the Altean's assuredly told the woman. "Alfor will just do, Empress Honor."

"And Honerva will just do." The Queen of the Galra replied. "I'm not one for royal titles."

"But Empress Honerva does have a strong sounding presence to it," Zarkon added in, making his wife blush a little bit; before turning his attention to Alfor. "I've meant to ask; how goes your project with the comet?"

"It's going quite well." Alfor modestly answered. "How goes the Quintessence Field study?"

"A great amount of progress and discovery is being made," Honerva stated. "There are still more experiments to conduct, the priestess Shadow Weaver discover that the Quintessence He discovered that this type of energy can be malleable to his own desire, it boosts the psychic powers without risk of his mind being destroyed by the effort, with a little more study and testing he may improve the Teladuv portals so that they are approved of the embers of the warp and improve the hyper jumps of the Galra cruisers. I also believe to that the Quintessence Field holds the key."

"The key to what?" Alfor asked.

"Immortality, real and secure Immortality, Not like the disgusting promises of eternal life offered by those Druid supporters of chaos or some other evil powers from the Chaos Gods." Honerva answered. "Think about it Alfor; not all unions last forever, but you, Zarkon and the others have a bond that has made this very alliance last longer than any other in recorded history, more that the Empirium and the Eldar. And it can live until the end of time with all of you."

"Honerva, you know how I feel about the concept of Eternal Life," Alfor stated. "There is death for a reason; cheating it could only bring misery. It was eternal life that drove the Eldar to the madness and caused their own downfall; our fear to death itself gives strength to the Chaos Gods who would take advantage of our achievements. Besides, I'm living a life of happiness right now."

"You may eventually come around to it when the time is right," Honerva stated. "But for now, these are just speculations for…"

Before Honerva could continue with her theory; Kolivan entered the throne room with a look of worry on his face from him.

"Emperor Zarkon, Empress Honerva, I have dire news!" Kolivan began. "Unidentified vessels have just entered Galra space and are making their way to Daibazaal!"

"What?" Zarkon said with disbelief. "Is there any holo-visuals?"

"Yes, my Emperor," Kolivan replied as he brings up a large holo-screen in the middle of the room; revealing an invasion force of vehicles shaped like giant green hands.

All of which were led by two giant arms that dwarfed the other extraterrestrial vehicles, even Galran Dreadnaughts; a blue left arm, and a yellow right arm. On the sides of the ships was there insignia, a circular symbol of three diamonds; a white one on top, a yellow one to the left, and a blue one to the right. Zarkon and Alfor have heard legends about powerful beings who've destroyed countless planets; with those three diamonds being their symbol. These were the Gems of the Great Diamond Authority.

"Kolivan, order all available Dreadnaughts to form a perimeter around Daibazaal, and contact our allies!" Zarkon ordered. "I shall join you shortly for the battle."

"Then what do you suggest I do, Alfor?" Zarkon asked his friend of him.

"Come with me to Altea, I have something that will give all of us the advantage now that I have the chance." Alfor stated. "The Authority isn't likely to stop after Daibazaal; every planet in our alliance is in danger."

After a moment to think it over, he would always count on Alfor in whatever and if King Altean has something that he could defeat a feared race in the universe he would surely make the most of it. To the end, Zarkon gave Alfor his answer from him.

"Fine, take me to Altea; but we must hurry. Kolivan, change of plans; you are to lead the defense of our planet until I return. Tell Shadow Weaver to gather all the best members of his entourage to protect the castle while the rest support the troops on the ground! "

"Vrepit Sa!" Kolivan respectfully shouted as he left to carry out his Emperor's command.

"Be careful, my love," Honvera said to Zarkon; giving him a goodbye kiss as the husband and wife part ways for now. "I need to get to my lab; too much important information remains there, I will call Shadow Weaver once she has finished assembling the defenses inside the castle" Honerva says lastly as she leaves.

"Raimon, I need you to keep as many people safe from the battle as you can," Alfor told his brother from him.

"I'll keep them safe, Alfor. Gods speed." Raimon responded with an affirming nod as he helped get his wife, sister-in-law and niece somewhere safe; with help from and Coran.

Yellow Diamond sat in her command chair, with her pearl still by her side and the dozens of Nephrites sitting at their control panels with three Red Demantoids as their supervisors; she wishes just wanting to get this over with so she can go back colonizing worlds, things were tense with the huge warp rift that appeared a century ago and needed more gems for the imminent confrontations against the Orks, Necrons and chaos or any other species have the nerve to stand in their way. This younger Yellow Diamond had her long hair done-up into a bun; while her attire of she was still intimidating, it was far softer and regal looking.

White Diamond had ordered her sister Blue and herself to this planet called Daibazaal to retrieve something of grand importance to the Authority; the "Ore." Yellow knew what the "Ore" was for; but she didn't understand why White wanted another one, especially when she already has Yellow and Blue… but the lesser Diamonds knew better than to question their grand leader. The one above all, the one that will create a better universe for may her reign last for many more millennians.

One Aquamarine appears flyin with a holo-screen in her little arms to Yellow Diamond as Blue Diamond's transmission stabilizes.

"Yellow, I'm receiving reports of activity going on near the planet." Blue Diamond replied in a confident tone. This young Blue Diamond's attire was royally beautiful, as the darker, midnight blues complemented her light blue complexion and snow-white hair.

"What kind of activity?" Yellow asked.

"From the looks of it, battleships." Blue answered.

"Ha! They think they can stop us." Yellow Diamond chuckled. "Very well, tell your fleet to get ready, Blue; let us humor them for the time being."

Yellow Diamond deactivates her communication and turns to the Gems on her bridge.

"Commandant Hessonite!" The monarch shouted, garnering the attention of a tall Gem; who rushes over to her master.

"You summoned me, my Diamond." Hessonite began with a salute that was both respectful and flamboyant at the same time.

Hessonite is a tall Gem with an orange complexion and pale-yellow hair done up in a curly afro. She has light yellow eyes with her left one being covered by a vermillion monocle. His militant attire de ella consisted of a high-collared cape over and red bodysuit with thigh-high white boots and elbow-length gloves of the same color. Her gemstone is located within the center of her chest and has a rectangular design. The Hessonites are gems made exactly to command the Homeworld armies, they are very difficult to make and there are only few of their kind, their purpose can vary according to their function whether it is to command a fleet or a battalion of Quartz soldiers, they are very proud and arrogant by their very essence with an overwhelming need for attention. Yellow did not care for the Commandant's showy nature, but she tolerates it for nothing else than the fact that the garnet does her job well.

Behind her, were four Tanzanites, tall warrior gems with a thin complexion, with thin arms and bluish skins in a very dark tone, they wore a garment consisting of black tight pants with a long sash that revealed the emblem of their diamond together to a strapless bra like a second skin. These gems were well known for being skillful and agile fighters who would humiliate the proudest Jasper in combat, they showed ferocity in combat and no fear of death, it was this that they have been chosen as personal bodyguards for high-ranking members of their army. The short-haired, short-nosed Tanzanite gives every Nephrite and Demantoid a look of disdain.

"Gather a squad of Amethyst with Bixbites and head to the surface of the planet." Yellow Diamond ordered. "We'll deal with the organics; just retrieve what we came here for."

"It shall be done, my Diamond," Hessonite said with a smug bow and giving Yellow Pearl a flirty wink; before leaving to carry out her task.

Once Hessonite with his guard left the bridge, Yellow Diamond stood up from her chair; extending her left arm out and pointing her finger forward. "All ships prepare for battle, we are engaging the enemy!"

The Diamond Authority invasion force draws closer to the planet with all their weapons and defenses primed. The Galran Dreadnaughts begin firing their primary and secondary weapons at the invaders.

The attacks landed; but while the enemy ships did suffer some damage, it was nothing too severe. The large green hand-ships began to change their shape into finger-guns; pointing directly at Galran vessels and firing.

The Galran Dreadnaughts survived the attack but suffered far more damage than the Diamond Authority's ships. Both vehicles release their fighters; Erto's and Djalgs taking flight from the hangars of the Dreadnaughts, while Destiny Destroyers and Sun Incinerators emerged from the arm and hand ships.

All intergalactic vehicle types entered a massive dogfight with each other; one that could be seen from the surface of Daibazaal as the inhabitants prayed that the conflict would end soon.

As for the ships that were being destroyed in battle; the Galran Djalgs and Ertos flew circles around the more massive and bulkier Gem ships. Currently, giving the Galra the advantage when it comes enemy casualties. However, this was an invasion force by the Diamond Authority; which meant they had more numbers, higher defenses, and greater firepower. For every single Gem fighter destroyed; triple the amount of Galran fighters were blasted to nothing. The amount of death and destruction wasn't even counting the firepower the larger vessels were unleashing on each other.

The Galra were on the defensive as their very own planet was on the line and did whatever it took to ensure its safety. The Gems, however, seemed to have no concern for their very own warriors and did whatever it took to inflict damage onto their opponents.

"Commander Kolivan." A Galra soldier began over the comms. "Several Devastation Cannons are primed, and ready to fire on your command."

"Do it!" Kolivan ordered over the comms.

Red energy begins to build up in front of several Galra Dreadnaughts as they fired forth destructive rays of dark red energy at Authority ships.

The Devastation Cannons delivered the most damage to the larger enemy ships; destroying a small amount of the invasion force with ease.

The Galra celebrated their achievement of delivering a destructive blow to the infamous Diamond Authority. "Direct hits sir!" The Galra soldier excitedly informed.

"Do not get overconfident soldiers." Kolivan stated. "This battle is far from over."

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"Status report!" Yellow Diamond demanded.

"We've lost several of our assault ships, my Diamond." A Nephrite informed.

"I see they are not pushovers. Well, it would be too boring if this species didn't have such technology with them." Yellow Diamond replied as she sat back on her throne; with two, grip-like devices rising from the arms of her. Yellow Diamond grasped the handles as the gemstone on her chest of her began to glow, and electricity surrounded her body of her. Yellow sensed a buildup of energy coming from her sister's ship as well and knew she was doing the same.

The yellow and blue arm ships began to change their shape into finger-guns like the green hand-ships and pointed directly at Galran vessels with energies of the same color building up in the fingertips.

"The power of the Diamond Authority and the Radiant One courses through us, and they shall bear witness to our TRUE POWER!" Yellow Diamond roared as the arm-ships continued absorbing the power of the Diamond's; channeling it and firing the destructive force!

The blasts from the arm-ships were magnitudes more extensive than the Devastation Cannons and were far more effective; as they destroyed twice the amount of larger ships, one Dreadnaught plummeted toward the Daibazaal buildings in a ball of fire while others followed suit, bathing the Galra metropolis in fire and debris.

The once cheering Galra looked on in shock as a vast majority of their Dreadnaughts were reduced to nothing. Commander Kolivan was in equal shock as the others, and understood how the Diamond Authority has so strong; there's virtually have expirience in the battle. But even though this is an uphill battle; one they are like to return from, Kolivan remained strong as he ordered to return fire. He along with the Emperor and his comrades faced the worst threats this bleak universe could offer without hesitation and fear. There's nothing that motivates a soldier than having everything to lose.

Out of all the battles Kolivan had participated in for the Empire; this one has been the battle most chaotic and destructive one, which was almost close to the kind of destruction that Orks enjoyed creating. But the Galran commander had faith in his Emperor and the Alliance; whatever Zarkon and Alfor had planned, he was confident that it would succeed.

As the battle in Daibazaal space continued. Gem ships under the command of Blue Diamond launched green marbles towards the surface of the Galra city revealing several groups of Attack Quartz gems. the ground battle had started with the defenders opening fire on the Amethysts, Jaspes and Bixbites which were being led by the Agates.

The Agates were gems of medium rank in terms of military hierarchy, they are gems made to lead from small squads to almost a part of the battalion depending on the type of cut that their gem has, they are reliable strategists in the middle of the battlefield and they are always vigilant of any kind of rebellion on the part of his squad. Arguably, these gems are the exact variant of an Imperial Commissar.

The Galra soldiers fired relentlessly at the invaders who were covering themselves in thick walls of ice created specifically by the Obsidians. The Amethysts and Jaspers took cover while the Bixbites fired bolts of energy from their pincers at the Galra. Several quartz had been destroyed or reverted to rock form in the initial attack and were eventually repelled by the intense rays of purple energy.

"Come on, you useless dirt traps!" The Agate, a hazelnut gem with a three-prong crown haircut, whipped her electrified whip into the air with a menacing posture. "Do not allow the organic inferiors to humiliate you like the proud gems of the Blue Diamond court!"

A battle cry was needed for the quartz soldiers to fervently advance towards the crowd of Galra soldiers. One of them fired a torrent of shots with his laser turret while the rest gave support fire, many gems were destroyed by the intense discharge.

One of these soldiers who gave support fire was a cadet who recently reached adulthood, his ears were wide and his gaze was sharp.

"I love how these aliens don't make a mess when they die." Another of the cadets said as he unleashed bolt after bolt of laser beams at the invading gems.

"Don't fill yourself up, Roian. We are taught not to underestimate the enemy under any circumstances; your overconfidence will lead to death faster than a Yalmorr sings." The cadet said with a focused gaze forward which pointed his blaster.

A Bixbite was killed with a shot in her face, poofing her to return to the rock, another Bixbite that saw the fall of her companion suffered the same fate at the hands of the Galra. The Obsidians kept their palms on the ice wall to regenerate the cracks made by the enemy's shots.

"Oh come on, Sendak." Roian said with a small laugh as he took down the Obsidian with a powerful charged shot. "Many in the squad are not happy with picking up the remains of dead enemies, but with these gems, we will only need a broom to sweep up their remains."

The young Sendak withdrew a red solar grenade and threw it towards the group of shooting gems which could not even take two steps and they, along with some other unfortunate quartz, were bathed in a reddish explosion that swept them away from the material world. There was no residue except the shadows which the explosion occurred.

But even that did not seem to stop the gems who continued to appear with more Amethysts and Jaspers carrying wrapped in their own hair at great speed, some were struck down but others managed to hit the trenches but only slightly weakened the Galra's defense.

"Let's keep fighting, for the Daibazaal empire! For the coalition!" The troop captain yelled as they continued firing vehemently.

The rest of the Galra let out a collective cry and continued their fight under the burning sky.

The blue Agate was fuming, his gem seemed about to shatter from the anger he felt now. These despicable organics have been repelling their soldiers with great mettle and without hesitation, since their creation they have never seen a great defense put up by such opposition, a great exception would be those very hated Orks that their entire species despises and those terrifying and violent Daemons. which your race has frequently faced since the appearance of the warp rift.

Putting her thoughts aside, she looked up to the sky and saw how her diamond flagship unleashed another deadly blast on the pathetic Dreadnaughts, destroying them with great ease, it was there that she immediately knew that she had no need to worry as she stopped. them: the will of the Radiant One will be fulfilled regardless of the circumstances; but she this moment she needed to draw heavy weapons to sweep away this scum forever.

Sendak changed the cartridge of his blaster after finishing sweeping along with his companions another gem wave, this one seemed to be more intense than the others. Some of their own died in close combat but regardless of the casualties, each kill only serves to boost the fighting spirit of each Galra soldier present.

For the moment all was quiet in her area. The captain of his squad notified them that the reinforcements with heavier equipment for the fight would arrive within half a year, his companions took the opportunity to disperse and finish off the gems scattered on the ground, this was done as a measure to prevent them from being regenerate. As he did his homework, his mind wandered to what he had seen, on how these gems despite their brutality in combat and intelligence, are far below the wretched demons that those cursed Druids brought with them to Daibazaal not two decades ago, they were These reasons why he had joined the army: so that he could protect his people from all the threats in the universe.

Her thoughts abruptly stopped when she heard a strong tremor, all of her companions and comrades stopped upon hearing the same tremor. Then another tremor occurred followed by another causing everyone to go on high alert.

Then it appeared.

It was big, too big! It was a huge pale blue gem and messy dark gray hair that reached down to her heels, she wore a helmet with a visor that covered her eyes and revealed her sharp teeth and carried a huge battle ax.

The melting Snow Flake paced heavily, growling with every step she took as she stared at the ants below her.

"OPEN FIRE!" The captain barked and they immediately directed all their fire towards the great fusion.

Immediately, the huge fusion took two steps back as it received the withering laser deluge over its entire form, they felt like painful stings but it would take more than that to bring it down.

So with a fierce roar and with the ax raised to its full zenith, I swing it over the hapless Galra squad.

Sendak threw his weapon when he saw the sharp object about to descend on them and his first thought was to run, but it was not fast enough since the shock force of the weapon on impact sent him flying through the air until he fell on the ground and everything. what he saw was black.

Alfor and Zarkon arrive on Altea at the same time Trigel, Gyrgan, and Blaytz; across from the crown jewel of Altean architecture, the Castle of Lions. After greeting each other, Alfor led the other Alliance members down a hidden corridor of the mighty castle; a secret hangar holding five lion-shaped ships of varying color. Zarkon, Trigel, Gyrgan, and Blaytz looked on in awe; realizing that this is what Alfor had done to the meteorite.

"Wow" "Amazing" "They're, beautiful," The royal group said.

"These Lions are made from the comet trans-reality." Alfor began. "They contain the meteorite's raw power. I have yet to test them, but they'll have the power to save Daibazaal."

"So, who gets which Lion?" Blaytz asked.

"The Quintessence from the comet has given these Lions sentience," Alfor explained. "They'll decide who is worthy of piloting them. Of being their Paladin."

"You mean you did something like a machine spirit?" Zarkon asked slightly surprised. "Is it even possible?"

"It may sound strange, but I already felt it when the red lion finished. They have life and can be of great help to us and perhaps the entire universe."Zarkon.

Alfor.

Trigel.

Blaytz.

Gyrgan.

To prove Alfor's point, the five Alliance leaders heard the voices of the Lions; the sentience that Alfor mentioned and walked towards the individual Lion that was calling their name. Gyrgan found himself standing before the Yellow Lion. Blaytz stood before the Blue Lion. Trigel stood before the Green Lion. Alfor stood before the Red Lion. And finally, Zarkon stood before the Black Lion.

Worthy.

"It seems you'll be leading us, old friend," Alfor stated. "The Black Lion is the leader of the pride."

"W-what? Me? Sorry Alfor, but I can't." Zarkon protested. "They're your creations; you should be the leader, not me."

"The Red Lion has chosen me to pilot her, my old friend" Alfor said. "Have faith in your Lions judgment."

All five mechanical beasts lowered their heads and opened their jaws; presenting to their pilots matching suits of armor. Zarkon stepped forward to take hold of his black Paladin armor; the leather-like material of the suit manipulated itself and instantly attached to the Galran's body, with the rest of the armor magnetically attaching to the leather on their own. After getting a feel for his new gear, Zarkon stepped inside of the Black Lion and found the cockpit. He grips the control as the vehicle begins to activate.

Zarkon.

The Emperor heard the Lion's voice again; following her instructions for how to pilot her. Once he and the other Paladins finished hearing the rest of the instructions; the five Lions took flight, following behind Zarkon as they left Altea and headed towards Daibazaal at incalculable speeds.

"Take us to home."

The chaos from the battle above easily allowed Hessonite, her guard and her soldiers sneak past the Galra Dreadnaughts. The Gem sharpened her sword in anticipation as her Nephrite pilots drew closer to the target; the laboratory surrounding the crater.

"Commandant." One of the pilots began. "We're detecting organic soldiers below; shall we take them out."

"No," Hessonite replied, standing up as she clutched the handle of her blade. "I'm curious to see what kind of warriors these Galra are. Stand ready soldiers!"

As soon as the dropship landed; Galran soldiers began opening fire. several quartz gems fell before he even took a step towards the enemy.

One of the Tanzanites landed gracefully and moved with great fluidity as she drew a sickle-like weapon and slashed two Galra from the waist with great rapidity and then retreated, avoiding being hit by laser fire.

Two amethysts and a topaz soldier were gunned down almost immediately, with their gemstones being destroyed; while the other Gems ran for cover. All except Hessonite who readied her blade and dashed across the battlefield with the rest of her Tanzanite guard. they moved so fast that it appeared like they was teleporting as they slayed enemy soldiers with ease. One soldier was stabbed by a sword followed by several cuts that demembered him in the blink of an eye, other soldiers were beheaded or demembered before the controlled force and great speed of the Tanzanites and their Hessonite.

One of the purple gems saw something approach on her side and her sword moved with a blur that could split a large container. The gem saw that in front of it there was a Galra with a kind of priestly robe which had several dangerous objects suspended in the air.

"Jo... then it's true." Hessonite stopped to stare at the lonely Galra. "Organics are also capable of engendering psychic powers."

The gems also possessed psychics in her home world. In fact each gem is psychic by nature (like the Orks to their greatest dislike) but their understanding of it is very poor, the fact that a gem is born with warp abilities is a true rarity among the colonies which no matter what diamonds that belong to him are sent to homeworld to become part of the White Diamond entourage. The commander had seen one of those gems in one of her long missions and it is clear that it was an experience that she did not want to repeat.

And apparently the Psychic was not alone, she brought with her a squad of automata which fired towards his guard which balanced their weapons to put each shot aside.

"My commander." A Tanzanite (exactly called: XJ3) called her superior. "She keep moving forward, XJ4 and I will keep the organics busy here while XJ2 and XJ1 accompany her.

With a nod, the commander advanced to the battlefield with the rest of her guard.

Two agates charged forward with flail-like weapons and struck down two more Galra but were gunned down and shattered by the rest.

Three Galra warriors drew their swords and charged at Hessonite with swings of their blades; which were blocked by the arrogant Gem.

"Is this all you have to offer?" Hessonite smugly questioned her opponents. "I'm not impressed." With a swift slash, all three warriors were cut down. "Organics are so inferior anyway."

With an untraceable dash across the battlefield, she proceeds to dispose of the rest of the Galran soldiers while their attention was focused on the quartzes, topazes, and agates with the help of XJ1 and XJ2.

Those that managed to track the Gem were able to block the attacks, but it was futile nonetheless.

"Disgusting." Hessonite says to herself; taking out a rag and wiping the blood off her sword with repulsion on her face from her.

"The path it's clear, my clarity." XJ1 said after pulling his spear out of a soldier's torso with a disgusting crack that seemed totally unflappable.

"Good, let's finish the task and return to Homeworld." Hessonite told her two Tanzanites and squad members as she leads them into the labs.

"Shadow Weaver, How is the interior of the castle like?" Honerva asked from her communicator.

"The fighting is intense but my entourage has put the invaders at bay." Psychic Galra revealed. "But there are still some stragglers that I will take care of personally."

"Well let me know in case something happens." She honorably disconnected the communicator from her and continued with her hurried work.

"Honerva, we have to hurry," Raimon stated as he tightly held his broadsword. After ensuring his family of he was safe; Raimon went off to find Honerva to make sure she remained unharmed in all of this. "You have copies of all the data, don't you?"

The two Alteans heard the battle from outside; the sounds of death and weapon fire drawing closer as Honor quickly worked to save every bit of valuable information about the comet and Quintessence.

"I may have copies of this information." Honerva began. "But I'll be damned if I allow these invaders to destroy or get their hands on any of it."

"Are you really going to put your life on a space rock?" Raimon asked raising an eyebrow. "In case you didn't know, there are other rocks which wish to annihilate us."

"Remember Raimon, the information of the quintessence is the key to saving the universe from chaos." Honerva said in a harsh voice. "If we want to keep that hope alive we must-"

"AHG!" A Galran soldier screamed in pain as he was thrown through the door; succumbing to his injuries from him as Hessonite and the two Tanzanites walks forward.

Raimon widened his stance and held his sword as he stared down the Gem. "You will not come fur"

The two purple gems raised their weapons to skewer the being but with a Hessonite gesture they stopped.

"Well, look at you; being brave." Hessonite smugly said with a chuckle. "Please, move aside unless you want to end up like the others."

"What do you want from us?" Raimon asked.

"We're here for the" Ore, "and maybe the planet if we're in the mood. It's the will of the Radiant one to exterminate all organic life so that this universe does not fall into destruction." Hessonite answered by crossing her arms.

Honerva knew what they meant by the "Ore"; they wanted the meteorite.

"You're not getting your hands on it!" The Altean alchemist barked.

"Honer…" Raimon began.

"No, there's so much we don't know about it." Honerva protested. "I'm not giving it up."

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter," Hessonite replied as she pointed her blade and the woman. "XJ1 and XJ2: please don't interfere."

"Yes, you clarity." Both Gems said in unison.

"If you want this comet; you're going to have to pry from my cold, dead hands." Honor venomously told the Gem.

"That… can be arranged." Hessonite smugly stated as she charged forward sword first to impale the Altean.

Raimon managed to block the strike in time and stand his ground against the physically stronger opponent.

"So brave, and so foolish," Hessonite said as she backed away; while Raimon went on the offensive.

"Honerva, get out of here!" Raimon asked of the Daibazaal's Empress.

"I can't leave behind all of this for them to…" Honerva began.

"Don't argue with me, you're too important!" Raimon stated.

Hessonite began to go on the offensive and push the Altean back into a corner.

Raimon tried defending as many of the swift strikes he possibly could, but the Gem was too strong for him as he felt exhaustion began to take hold.

"NO!" Honerva screamed as she saw Alfor's brother be impaled by the Gem's blade; collapsing onto the floor. Honerva quickly rushed to the downed Altean to help him, only to strike by the butt of Hessonite's sword; rendering her unconscious.

The orange Gem contemplate whether to kill the Altean woman or not, but decided she's sullied her sword de ella with enough blood for today. Leaving the two unconscious organics, the Gem continued onward to the "Ore."

"Well, that was easy." Hessonite shrugged and raised her sword and slices apart the door that stood between her and her prize and entered the chamber where the meteorite was contained. It looked smaller than Hessonite expected; about the size of a Topaz Fusion. The way her Diamond emphasized the importance of the space rock; she assumed that it would be ... bigger. No matter, this is what she came for, and she'll carry out the rest of her master's task. The Gem left with her guard to retrieve the rest of her squad; so, they may aid her in transporting the giant rock out of her.

Yellow and Blue Diamond watched the battle from their arm-ships in amusement; blasting away enemy ships with their primary weapons.

The two Diamonds did have to admit though, the sheer tenacity of the Galra was quite admirable, arguably comparable to the scornful Eldar, the foolish humans, the savage Orks, and the very annoying Tau. But, like the rest of the organics; they'll eventually give out to exhaustion and roll over in defeat.

"It'd be a shame to let this planet go to waste." Blue Diamond began; her watching the battle from her command chair. "I think we should colonize this place after completing the mission. If this planet aided in the evolution of these organics; imagine the Gems that it's soil could produce."

"Have low expectations, Blue." Yellow said with a look. "Even if we advance a bit in technology, our enemies will take advantage of it. Please don't make me remind you of Kronicus II."

Both diamonds felt disgust and anger at the mere memory of it, about how they were so condescending, arrogant and ignorant that they could not see that various cults of Slaanesh and Nurgle were growing on various worlds of theirs under their noses. By the time they were discovered, it was too late. Kronikus II ended up being turned into a demonic world in the blink of an eye as more of his worlds fell over the centuries regardless of whether they released the most advanced weaponry they had to offer.

Blue in particular was spared. Those gems... what they became... those apocalyptic visions will haunt her for the rest of her eternal existence.

"My Diamond, our scanners have just detected five unknown vehicles heading towards us!" A teal Gem informed.

Zarkon and the Black Lion led the charge, followed by the Red Lion, Green Lion, Blue Lion and Yellow Lion. Zarkon and Alfor split from the group as they engage the hand-ships; leaving Trigel, Blaytz and Gyrgan to deal with the enemy fighters.

Following their Lion's instructions; the Paladins were able to turn the tide of the battle in favor for the Galra.

"I've never piloted anything with this kind of speed and power before," Blaytz admitted. "I feel unstoppable."

"Don't get too cocky." Trigel began. "We have a long way to go!"

"Well, I say we give them all we got!" Gyrgan shouted as he rammed his Yellow Lion right into several Destiny Destroyers; knocking them out of the way and off balance.

Trigel and Blaytz use their Lions Maw Cannons to rain fire from a distance; wiping out a vast majority of Sun Incinerators.

Alfor and Zarkon evaded the massive blasts of energy from the hand ships with ease. The two Paladins activate their Lion's Jaw Blades; splitting up and taking on two of the enemy vessels on their own.

Zarkon let out a proud cry as he charged forward with mouth blade; carving right into hand-ship and leaving a trail of violet energy behind him as he does so. After his third loop around the ship, the Black Lion quickly flies away; leaving the Diamond Authority ship to explode.

A small group of Sun Incinerators charged Alfor and the Red Lion head on; firing away at him. The Red Paladin evaded the blasts and charged at them all with his Jaw Blade; reducing them all to scrap.

Alfor charged towards and pierced right through the Gem ship; ripping it apart from the inside before flying off.

"WHAT IS GOING ON!?" Yellow Diamond furiously demanded.

"We don't know, my Diamond!" A soldier honestly responded. "The battle was going in our favor; then ever since these new vehicles entered, we've been suffering major damage!"

"No more games, this ends now!" Yellow Diamond said as she grasped the grip-like devices on the arms of her chair. The monarch Gem's gemstone began to glow, and electricity surrounded her body.

Yellow Diamond's arm ship began to change their shape into a finger-gun and pointed directly at Galran vessels and Lions. Yellow let out a roar as she fed her ship more power than last time; with an intent of destroying every organic thing that stood her way.

Zarkon.

Alfor.

Trigel.

Blaytz.

Gyrgan.

"Everyone, the Lions are speaking," Zarkon said over his comms.

"We hear it too." The Trigel, Blaytz, and Gyrgan all responded at the same time.

"They're telling us to converge," Alfor stated.

Trusting their Lion's, all five Paladins fly towards each other as fast as they could; while Yellow Diamond's weapon continued to charge. As the Paladins drew closer to each other, their Lion's began to glow their respective colors; reaching their pinnacle just as the arm-ships weapon fires on them.

The blast resulted with smoke filling the entire area; blinding both Gems and Galra. No one knew what happened for an agonizingly long time. But the smoke eventually cleared and standing before both sides of the battle was not the Lions… but something else entirely… a new defender.

"We combined!" Blaytz shouted over his comms from the robot's right leg.

"I've never seen anything like this!" Trigel admitted over her comms from the robot's left arm.

"I'm a leg!" Gyrgan stated over his comms from the robot's left leg.

"This power… what is it?" Zarkon questioned over his comms from the robot's head.

"According to my Lion." Alfor began over his comms from the robot's right arm. "They call him… Voltron."

"I say we put this to the test!" Blaytz responded as he and Gyrgan maxed out Voltron's thrusters; flying towards the Diamond Authority hand-ships at speeds far more significant than any of the individual Lions. All five Paladins let out a mighty cry as they proceeded to destroy every Destiny Destroyer, Sun Incinerator and hand-ship on the battlefield.

"My Diamond!" A green Gem fearfully shouts to her monarch. "Your fleet, and Blue Diamond's fleet; they've all been destroyed!"

"That's impossible!" Yellow Diamond said in disbelief; looking as if she was on the verge of a mental breakdown. "How… how… how… HOW ARE WE GETTING PUSHED BACK!?"

"My Diamond, the machine is heading directly towards…" One of the soldiers began, only to be interrupted by Voltron punching Yellow Diamond's arm-ship head on with enough force to send it spinning out of control.

Once Yellow's ship was destabilized, she saw Blue Diamond fire her arm ships main weapon at the mechanical warrior; who just evaded the blast and turned his attention to the current attacker.

Voltron charges at Blue Diamond's ship, grabbing its index finger and ripping it off; triggering a series of explosions on the Diamond's vessel.

"BLUE!" Yellow Diamond shouted fear as she rammed her ship right into Voltron and slaps him away. "Blue, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Yellow." The fellow Diamond assured. "But we've taken severe damage."

"This gone on for too long now," Yellow stated, stomping her foot down. "Let's combine and end this." The Diamond arm-ships began to move and line up with each other; their hands clenching together with every finger of the ship except Yellow's index wrapped around each other.

Yellow and Blue Diamond began feeding all the energy they could muster from their ships and gemstones into the functioning index finger; all this power gathered up for one purpose… to destroy Voltron, the Galra and all Daibazaal.

"NOW DIE WITH YOUR PLANET!" Yellow Diamond screamed as the combined weapon fired.

"Oh, gods!" Zarkon said in horror as his, and the Paladins minds raced; trying to figure out how they are going to defend against a blast of the magnitude.

"Trigel."

The Dalterion Olkari herd her Lion's instructions and thrusts Voltron's arm forward; resulting in the creation of a tower shield. With little options left, the Paladins reinforce the defense and take blast head-on.

"KEEP IT STEADY!" Alfor shouted to the others as Voltron was pushed back the destructive blast; Gyrgan and Blaytz maxed out the mighty robot's thrusters, but it only slowed down the energy blast by a fraction.

The blast continued to push the Paladins closer and closer to Daibazaals surface; with no sign of stopping.

"WE HAVE TO STABILIZE!" Zarkon ordered as he, Alfor and Trigel added their energy to the thrusters. Mere seconds before Voltron's feet touch Daibazaal's ground; he stops and manages to slowly push forward.

"Alfor."

Alfor looks to the Red Lion's control panel and sees a compartment open near it; he looks at his Bayard and realizes what his Lion his telling him. The Altean King lets out a passion-filled cry as red energy surrounds his whole body while thrusting the Bayard into the slot. The right arm of Voltron illuminates a bright scarlet as a giant sword form in the robot's hand.

"Alfor, how did you…" Zarkon began to question.

"I just followed Red's instructions," Alfor answered.

"All Paladins, max out thrusters!" Zarkon ordered as he and the other Paladins push forward; allowing Voltron to resist the blast pushing down and charge at the Diamond ships with his top speed.

Yellow and Blue Diamond just looked on in complete shock; all the power they've poured into the weapons, and it was being resisted like it was nothing but a regular blast.

"My Diamond, what do we do?" Yellow Pearl asked of her master; getting no response. "My Diamond!"

Voltron readies his sword and delivers a powerful slash across the arm-ship and begins to slice it in half. Yellow and Blue Diamond let out screams of horror as the blade reaches them.

Voltron's sword cuts through the rest of the ship; its two halves drifting away from each other as they were consumed by a series of explosions.

"…How?"

After a moment of silence, Blaytz spoke up. "Guys… I think we won."

"HUZZAH!" Gyrgan cheered.

"I'm just glad it's over." Trigel admitted.

"I wasn't in doubt for a second," Alfor stated.

"Wait, I'm picking up something," Zarkon said as his scanners beeped frantically. Two orb-like objects, a yellow and blue one, fly past Voltron; exiting the solar system. "Two escaped, we should…"

"Let them go, Zarkon," Alfor told his friend.

"What, but Alfor…" Zarkon began to protest.

"Whoever is in those pods, I doubt they'll forget what's happened here," Alfor stated. "I feel this is the last we'll see of Gem-kind."

"I hope you are right." Zarkon said as Voltron broke apart into the five Lions and flew back to Daibazaal.

"We… lost." Blue Pearl said over the comms with disbelief as Yellow Pearl, and Hessonite sat in Yellow Diamond's escape pod with their poofed master, and the comet. The pearls were forced to activate the escape pods; the Diamonds were far too valuable to lose. The only known survivors of this conflict were the Diamonds, pearls, and Hessonite; it was unknown if anyone else made it out. But one thing was for sure… no one in these pods was going to forget what happened.

"I wouldn't label this as a total loss." Hessonite said as she looked at the "ore"; trying to find one good thing that came out of all of this. A great shadow of shame has been cast on the Diamond Authority, and the only thing they can do now is to learn from this experience and prepare for what may come next.

Hours after the defeat of the Diamond fleet, the rest of the coalition came to help Daibazaal with the stranded gems on the planet's surface. After cleaning up the planet, casualty reports came in; Many Galra soldiers and Psykers were killed trying to protect not only Honerva and the laboratory but the planet itself, among the rubble of some of the cays they found the cadet Sendak who was seriously injured and was taken for treatment, thus saving his life. Alfor was heartbroken to discover Raimon died tried to protect Honerva.

Alfor and his sister-in-law mourned the loss with Shadow Weaver lamenting that she had failed in his mission to protect the prince and the empress from her.

The Altean King was trying to figure out why the Gems of the Diamond Authority had come to Daibazaal but discovered why after learning the comet was stolen. Alfor blamed himself, he was arrogant in think that no other races or alliances would want to claim the power that the Alliance had for themselves; (You might expect other races but not Gems) I needed to bring this attention to Zarkon.

"Zarkon, if I may have a word," Alfor asked of the Galran Emperor, who was making sure that his wife of him was all right.

"Alfor, I heard about Raimon." Zarkon began, sympathetically placing his hand on Alfor's shoulder. "I am sorry. He will receive a proper funeral for his sacrifice from him."

"Thank you," Alfor said. "But that's not what I wish to talk to you about."

"Then what troubles you, my friend?" Zarkon asked.

"It's about the comet, and Quintessence rift." Alfor began. "I feel like it is time for the experiments to come to an end."

"What? You can't be serious," Honerva spoke up.

"Honerva…" Alfor began.

"There is still so much to discover. We can't abandon the project now." The Altean alchemist protested.

"Daibazaal was attacked because of these discoveries," Alfor stated. "It's too risky to continue them."

"I'm afraid I'll have to disagree," Zarkon spoke up. "Through studying the comet, Voltron was created; a weapon that defeated the Diamond Authority, and it was with a single click. Now I want you to see the greatest advances we will make if we continue to experiment."

"This will just open more dangers," Alfor replied.

"Then we can fight them back," Zarkon stated. "We have to power to do so."

"Zarkon, I am just thinking about what's best for your people," Alfor stated.

"With all due respect, Alfor, that is not your responsibility." Zarkon coldly replied. "Daibazaal and her people are mine and Honerva's responsibility, and we'll decide the best course of action. I'm sorry Alfor, but the experiments will continue ..."

Alfor knew in his heart that this wasn't the right decision, but Zarkon is the Emperor; at the end of the day, his word about him is Daibazaal's law. There's no point in starting a fight right now, after all that has happened; but the King prayed that his friend of he will see reason.

"...In a later date." Zarkon announced and both his wife and his friend were shocked at his announcement. "I wish that all the advancements we have planned be put on hold until further notice and from now on we will direct our investigations at Voltron."

"Zarkon ... you can't ..." Honerva tried to protest to her husband but he took her hands gently.

"My love, I know that you have great things that your great mind has to offer us." Zarkon said softly as he crouched down to his level. "But right now, we need to learn about Alfor's newest creation."

"Zarkon..." The king's eyes snapped open at the idea that he was brewing in the head of his friend. "You really think...!?"

"That's right, old friend." Zarkon said with an honest smile. "Maybe your creation is the key we need to save the universe, and for that, we need to learn everything about it."

"But are you really sure about this?" Alfor asked with an indescribable sensation on his chest.

"I am really sure. Because I believe in all of us: together we will be the defenders of the universe."

And so it was, from the embers of a planet saved from destruction, the five paladins of Voltron had been born that day, whose objective was simple: the salvation of the universe and of all those who could not defend themselves regardless of their race, creed or religion. For the rest of the Indomitus crusade, the newly founded paladins spent decades learning all about the lions and Voltron itself. The lions moved faster than any ship they have registered and has a freedom of maneuverability that would humiliate Eldar fighters dozens of times, it can dodge and counter instantly and each lion had a unique function and the paladins were immersed in learning every detail thus creating a bond with the lions themselves.

When they formed Voltron, the equations more than tripled. It was shown that the giant robot could be able to stall an enemy fleet without help and could withstand greater impacts with energy and ballistic weapons for a long time. His varied arsenal could destroy the toughest warships

With Honerva's knowledge regarding the quintessence. He said that Voltron itself was too advanced in the eyes of any alien civilization, not only that: since lions were created from the trans-reality comet, it not only makes them immune to any side effects the warp may throw at it.

This served to give the paladins more encouragement. They can do it, they could use Voltron against the forces of chaos or any hostile race and be victorious. With their hearts in that bet, they could save the universe from damnation, it not be easy, but however they will do it or will died in the chance.

And so in the final years of the crusade, the paladins spent hours preparing plans and preparing their fleets for the debut of Voltron across the galaxy.

Diantris III- Imperial Date: 5.242274.M42

his was to be their end, the end of everyone, the end of their entire planet which they tried so hard to protect on behalf of the Emperor and the Onmissiah.

Tech-Priest Shaun was fleeing for his life in the narrow alleys of the sprawling Promethian refinery sector of the forge world. Wherever his eyes reached there were thick columns of flames all over the place. Flames and moans of death and joyous laughter from the monsters that invaded this holy forge world.

The Purgers... the traitorous Astarte chapter which had an immense mass of rot and misery as a god. I attack the loyal world of the Adeptus Mechanicus alongside the rotten Death Guard and those disease-bearing monstrosities to claim it as their own. They obviously weren't going to let them and they fought those nasty marines in honor of the Omnisiah.

They hurled at them everything their factories have produced as a defense method: entire legions of Skitarii, armed with the newest machine spirits they have created, unleashed their greatest ballistic arsenal with the just fury of the Imperium towards the traitors to erase their miserable seed. from the face of the stars and literally shot oceans of holy fire towards the demonic hordes.

It was the mere surprise of the Tech-Priests of Diantris III that even that wasn't working.

There were too many demons even for the flamethrowers of Promethian, the Death Guard was gaining ground against the brave Skitarii by receiving assistance from the plague marines and even they themselves were brewing massive blows to the most defended points of the planet. Several of his companions had been killed or worse, the Omnisiah could not save them from his horrible fate.

And that was not the worst ...

A tremendous roar and more explosions shook the place causing Shaun to fall facedown to the ground, his bionic eyes looked behind him and about 3.21 kilometers away at the colossal disgusting and fetid mass.

Behind the Tech-Priest, was the immense form of a great filth: a greater demon from Nurgle which resembled the image of its creator. A creature so hideous to behold that it would lead to the same madness if you did not possess a strong and inflexible mind.

The hideous mass of disease laughed (?) Awkwardly as he sliced through other fuel pillars of Promethian with his crude rusty sword; the cylinders immediately exploded either from the friction of the demonic sword that caused a spark or the same rot that he did not know was causing this growing fire. Whatever it was, the elder demon came out into the flames, completely unfazed by the small burning embers on his body.

Shaun got to his knees, watching helplessly as the monstrous thing mercilessly destroyed various machine spirits with the greatest cruelty that only a demon like that could engender. The Tech-Priest put his hands together and began to pray to the machine god or any kind of salvation for his poor soul.

Apparently fate had worse plans for Shaun, as the damn demon fixed his gaze on him and with a hideous smile full of teeth and wounds, lumbered towards the helpless Tech-Priest.

Whether Shaun noticed it or not, he no longer cared: he couldn't run away; No matter where this planet goes or hides this condemnation. Help would arrive late and this planet would be erased along with the rest of the planets which were being besieged by warp creatures like this one. His prayers only served as forgiveness to the machine god and the Imperium for failing them, he only hoped that the Emperor would be merciful to his soul.

The green ball of filth was already close enough to the defenseless mortal, he would only have to raise his sword and his face will be one among the millions of lives which will be consumed by the plague lord.

His sword was already on his man's. Give her a few seconds to see his pathetic face one last time.

Before he could even move a muscle… he froze with his eyes wide open.

Then came a sound that made his entire being tremble.

This sound was a roar.

The roar of the beast was so loud that he sent out a sonic sling that completely silenced the battlefield, it was as if everything

give in absolute silence. Both the Tech-Priest and the Great Filth were stony silence. This feeling was not normal for them.

The huge monster turned around heavily and his eyes were puzzled at what he was seeing right in front of him.

It was a machine… a huge one… so huge that it only reached the middle of its stomach and it was the same height, it was shaped like a red feline animal whose design was totally unknown to both the fleeing Tech-Priest and the greater demon. The posture of the animal / machine was crouched like the same posture of a wild animal on the prowl.

Before the Great Filth registered another thought, the animal / machine charged towards the greater demon at a surprising speed which it could not register seconds later before the great robot leaped towards it and closed its metal jaws on the left shoulder which he was holding his sword.

The greater demon roared in burning pain as the pressure the machine was exerting was incredibly strong. Not only that, the claws of the animal / machine were as sharp as power swords and served to rip his rotten skin as if it were capable of spoiled ham, he was also feeling something that was causing him tremendous agony, the machine thing He possessed a kind of power, something that is anathema to him and to his ilk, it was the clean and pure life energy that emanated from this animal machine which was purging his flesh of existence. The green monstrosity used his free arm and desperately tried to shake off the machine cat until he finally did and threw it with a bellow towards the intact buildings.

He looked at the wound on his shoulder: his diseased skin was burned and sizzling, and the worst part was that he seemed to be spreading as he cleansed his entire being of the entropy of which he represented his lord. The older demon looked fearfully at the strange animal / machine which came out into the flames without any damage whatsoever. (Even his touch was null against that thing)

The metallic feline growled threateningly and jumped into the air and in an act that surprised the demon itself was that this thing could fly by its own freedom, it also fired a beam of blue light that brushed the demon's side but the heat was more than enough to creating a large burn mark that made him writhe in immense pain.

The machine was flying around him as it bombarded the Great Filth of Nurgle with intense but brief laser fire coming from his snout and tail. A thing that was beyond the very intelligence of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

Speaking of the Mechanicus. Tech-Priest Shaun was using his enhanced parts to lift heavy rubble that a pair of Tech-Priest brothers were trapped in while the confrontation occurred behind his back.

"++Get out of there, quick ++" Even after the panic of the situation, the techno-priest never forgets his method of communication with his acquaintances in the Mecanicum.

The two Tech-Priests came out of the heavy rubble in a hurry and Shaun slammed the sword to the ground with a crash as he joined his brothers to appreciate the fight in front of him.

"++Brother... what are we seeing?++" One spoke showing a look of total surprise upon seeing the epic battle.

"++What kind of machine is that!?++" The other TP said with admiration and fear as this fast red cat-shaped machine literally beat the Big Filth with a powerful and precise laser fire which emanated a energy of which I was completely unaware. "++That is not part of the Mechanicus!++"

"++This is definitely Xenotech++" The other Mecanicum priest clenched his human hand into a fist. "++It's Tau?++"

"++Did you see how fast I was going? How much maneuverability did it have? How tough is his helmet?++" Shaun pointed as the Red Lion did a backward somersault in the air, then lowered and accelerated and slammed his head into the side of the greater demon's face, knocking him to the ground like a shoreline. of grains being totally intact. "++This is beyond any Xenotech the Tau can make.++"

"++And he does not come alone...++" The Tech-Priest pointed to the sky and the other two could see that there were four other Xeno machines of the same type, soaring through the polluted skies of the forge world, destroying enemy ships in the blink of an eye. going at a speed which would humiliate a Valkyrie dozens of times. Not only that, the lightning that shot on the surface completely obliterated the lesser demons, the occasional traitorous Astarte and the Great Filth of existence itself, a feat which was unreal in the eyes of the three members of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

"++By the Omnissiah...++" The young Tech-Priest marveled and terrified at the display of power wielded by these alien ships / robots. "++This is something that I have never seen in my two hundred years in the service of the machine god++"

"++What have they come to? Are you coming to destroy us?++" The other asked, noticing how the ships only eliminated the invading forces of chaos.

"++That...++" Shaun tried to find an answer to this event, but she was too confused to answer. "++I have no answer for it. All we can do is find a safe place and pray to the Omnissiah that this planet does not fall into the hands of the devil and Xeno, in case the latter is an enemy of humanity ++ "

"How is everyone out there?" Zarkon asked after standing on the recent corpse of the great demon of Nurgle and watching as the minor and mutant demons fled in terror from the Black Lion, then his head moved towards the small army of Skitarii which was hidden in the barricades they had built, with They were the Tech-Priests who had come out of several Leman Russ and Chimeras tanks to contemplate the mechanical lion and then take flight over the extensive factories of the Adeptus Mechanicus.

"Everything is clear in the southwest." Trigel spoke with the sound of explosions in the background. "The defense forces are taking advantage of the destruction of the enemy forces that I have caused.

"The green monster is dead!" Blaytz announced enthusiastically. "And I have swept that scum back into the warp!"

"The same here, and I must clarify that it was something glorious." Gyrgan said with a big nod.

"Have you detected any damage to any of your lions?" Alfor asked after firing another glowing blast of energy at the great monster.

"Let's see..." Blaytz paused for a few seconds before answering. "No... actually, my lion is fine."

"The same here." "Equally." "Nothing bad happens to green." The three remaining paladins responded normally and that brought King Altean great relief.

"Very good ... I was concerned that some kind of chaos magic would affect the lions, but I think my concerns were misinformed." Alfor said as he finished off the remaining life of the Great Filth.

"Very good, team. I believe that our actions here have given the defenders of this planet a sufficient advantage; it's time to end this from up there. Form Voltron!"

The five lions let out a mighty roar as they soared up into the sky. The Black lion's body altered itself; retracting its fore-legs and back-legs and rising vertically upwards; extending out its connector stubs.

"Form feet and legs!" The Blue and Yellow lion, followed behind their leader; retracting their fore-legs and back-legs, before bending their heads forward in the ninety-degree angle; instantly connecting themselves with the back-leg stubs of the Black lion.

"Form arms and body!" The Red and Green lion's soared along aside its leader; retracting ther fore-legs and back-legs and extending their heads and bodies forward, before attaching themselves to the fore-legs stub of the Black Lion.

"And I'll form the head!" As soon as the four, multicolored lions attached themselves to the Black lion, the lead beast opened its maw to reveal the face of Voltron: Defender of the Universe.

"++What in the name of the Omnisiah!++" One of the Tech-Priests jumped in surprise along with the survivors.

All who could the ability to see. They witnessed how the five powerful ships gave a powerful roar which they could feel in their souls as they rose to the sky and then combined to become a great titan of 100 meters. The titan's sight was so grand and majestic that it would make the Legio Titanicus look like little children.

"++This is impossible !++" A Skitarii yelled, denying what he was seeing. "++This goes beyond any technology we have at our disposal!++"

Various sounds in lingua tecnis appeared sporadically among the group of Tech-Priests, Forgers, and Skitarii who ranted and argued. What they had seen was something that while their enemies were surprisingly advanced, this was undoubtedly far above them in terms of the technology that was employed to create this powerful machine.

Shaun was totally speechless with his direct gaze to the sky where the mighty Titan had ascended to the stars like nothing. His disordered mind was trying to make sense of what he had seen in this short span of time. But only one thing would be certain: if this glorified Titan emerges victorious from the forces of chaos invading his world; things in this universe will not be the same.

Voltron effortlessly slashed his heavy double-handed sword through a chaos battleship as the other cruisers launched their fighters to intercept this unexpected intruder. The Chaos Dreadnought exploded into brilliant light as Voltron flew and dodged the energy bolts from the invading legion's ships.

"Alfor, give us some warmth for the patients!" Zarkon ordered.

"Right away!" Alfor slipped his bayard (an important item for every Paladin which activates certain amount of weapons for Voltron) into his slot and turned it to the right.

The blade of the great sword caught fire and Voltron immediately turned around to confront the dozen fighters, then performed a powerful slash that created a blast of fiery fire that blinked out the pursuing fighters and left a fiery mark on another. of the cruise ships.

"Shield!" Zarkon screamed as various danger signs appeared on his panel.

"It is understood!" Trigel introduced his Bayard and the heavy sword disappeared to form the shield just in time to block a powerful beam of energy which was coming from the enemy battleships.

"Cannon shoulder!"

"YEAH!" Gyrgan passionately introduced his bayard (I know what you're thinking, so stop) And the shoulder cannon appeared in time for its final counterattack.

Voltron fired a legion of laser beams which moved in all directions to destroy straggling fighters and severely damage enemy ships. The blow was so intense for the battleships of chaos that they inevitably turned into little suns of fire and space debris.

"AND THAT'S HOW YOU END A SPACE BATTLE!" Blaytz yelled and the rest of them applauded his latest victory.

"There are already six victories in our bag!" Gyrgan flexed his thick arms with pride.

"Don't fill yourself up, Gyrgan and Blaytz." Trigel chuckled at the childish reaction of his friends.

"There is no reason to be overconfident." Zarkon said firmly. "There will be more clashes in the future and the difficulty of these will increase, we need to stay serious in any possible scenario."

"We all understand, Zarkon." Alfor responded with a small laugh.

"Very well. Now break away and let's head into the forge world. " Zarkon said and immediately everyone put on their best serious face. "It is time to get out of our lions and give a hand to the Empire of humanity."

No one knew what had happened up there but whatever it was, it completely stopped the arrival of reinforcements and the Traitor Astartes were killed without any possibility of escape. Legions of servitor automatons and Skitarii proceeded to cleanse the forge world in a search for the survivors and exterminate any foes lagging behind on the planet.

Everyone could not get rid of their heads just because five super advanced alien machines appeared in their world and annihilated the demonic forces with that ease, it was without a doubt something totally worrying for the Mechanicus cult.

A mighty rumble was heard in the skies of Diantris and the five Xeno machines descended from the thick clouds of smoke. Most of the Mechanicus were already barking orders, seeking cover, rearming defenses, and praying for the Omnisiah to come out of this alive.

Voltron's lions landed on some of the wreckage of a destroyed factory just half a kilometer away and from there they sat for a full 3 minutes. This served to calm even a little to the defenders of the planet.

Zarkon activated the loudspeaker of his Lion and configured it so that he could transmit his message in Lingua Tecnis since he was completely unaware of the cyber language.

"++Honorable members of the Mechanicun cult. Don't fear, because we did not come to harm any of you.++" The black lion relayed the words of his champion to all those Tech-Priest who might hear him. "++We are the Paladins of Voltron and we have come down to this planet to rescue your world from the insidious forces of Chaos. We ask each of you to put down your weapons and cooperate together to establish a parliament.++"

Everyone present on the defense line was dumbfounded at the words that emanated from the mechanical beast. Paladins? Voltron? save them? The latter they did not believe at all since it was in the sole nature of the Xeno to eradicate the human race; On the other hand, the malicious curiosity of the Tech-Priests put any method of self-preservation above them in order to acquire more knowledge (Even if it comes from Xenotech), for which they will have to give an answer to the Xenos that inhabited those machines.

After a heated debate that lasted 12 minutes, 42 seconds and 63 macro-seconds while each Skitarii had their finger stuck on the trigger of any weapon pointed at the lions, one of the Adeptus Mechanicus Mages gave an order to the Alpha Skitarii and Each militant force would lower their defenses but they were fully alert, this magician came out among the ranks of the cybernetic guards and advanced towards the five lions completely unarmed. (Except for a drill kept in his tunic as a precaution)

This caused the black lion to lower his gaze towards the Magi and a visual contact was established between the superior of the cult and the alien weapon which left him totally paralyzed.

The Magi... he was feeling something emanate from this thing... not something malicious or vile, something that exuded a pure and awesome power, clean energy of unknown origin, just being near them gave him back a feeling that he believed he had lost forever in his eternal service to the Martian priesthood.

It was wellness.

And the first word that the machine (not the paladin) transmitted to him was a cordial greeting.

The lion lowered his head and opened its jaws revealing a door from which the Xeno who was handling it came out. Zarkon somersaulted forward to face the Magi in front of him, now that the two leaders were face to face it was time to end this.

Removing the vestiges of surprise on the face (?) Of the Magos, his visors changed color to orange when he made the presentation of him.

"Greetings, filth Xeno." The Magi spoke with his arms crossed over his back. "Now that you 'saved' our forge world, you have been granted a blessing: what is your real business in this sacred forge world?"

"You owe me 50 GAC for getting it right." Blaytz's mocking voice sounded on his transmitter followed by several taunts from his companions.

Zarkon cleared his voice and stood firm. "First of all, allow me to introduce myself: I am Emperor Zarkon of the Daibazaal Empire and leader of Voltron. The reason we have come here is to rescue the people of this planet from devastation; We do not come with the intention of conquest or destruction, on the contrary, we want to provide you with support so that you can communicate with your allies. "

The Magi fell silent, staring at the black paladin with his scanner as he analyzed his words in his memory bank for some kind of discrepancy on the part of Xeno's language. But he stopped when he felt that sensation again when the black lion returned to his attention.

It is impossible... theoretically impossible... all kinds of Xenotech were devoid of all machine spirits since they are totally unaware of its meaning. But this 'black lion' was emanating an aura which emanated a consciousness. The first thought yelled "Abominable Intelligence" but that would be foolish because in his long cult service he never met one.

Taking a risky bet, the Magi "frowned" and said the following words:

"And how do we know that it is not a hoax? That your own words are honest? And especially if you are going to keep your word? "

Zarkon smiled slightly and gave her a simple but meaningful answer.

"Because we are the defenders of the universe."

It was in Diantris III that the legend of the defender of the stars was born. A group of five individuals who piloted five powerful machine spirits which combined to form a mighty Titan of incomparable power whose sword shone with a sacred power which would pierce the heart of his most ruthless enemies.

That is the Imperium's version of Voltron, many believe that he is controlled by human government to boost morale in the afflicted hearts of his compatriots or innocent Imperial civilians but the truth is more significant.

It was not only the titanic defender who came to the aid of humanity in the time of his greatest need. He also came to the aid of all forms of life which cannot defend themselves from the overwhelming presence of chaos and other hostile races.

The major universal powers were genuinely in awe of the power wielded by the lions and Voltron itself. Several chapters of the Space Marines were surprised and the inquisition was in awe of the threat that could become. The Eldar of the Craftworld were shocked to witness a weapon that only their ancestors could create, which emanated an energy field completely unrelated to warp energy and that only the fact that the ruler of the Altean monarchy managed to build it was something more surprising still. The Tau Empire was more incredulous to learn that said Titan could even surpass his most advanced weaponry.

Voltron along with the scattered Coalition, gave the universe of hope by giving all possible help to the besieged worlds or rescuing civilians whose worlds were lost beyond reason, The Ordo Xenos of the inquisition has had various kinds of encounters with the coalition and has come to 'tolerate' their presence as they are useful in a way for their campaigns.

He also gave his aid to the Eldar of Biel-Tan whose world was fragmented and fighting for their lives against the Slaneshii hordes until the coalition came to help the locals confront the beasts of Slaanesh with bravery that was worthy of recognition for the arrogant and bellicose people of the Craftworld. (Even if he felt a bit of resentment towards his Altean cousins who were allied to lower species)

Voltron also fought the massive Leviathan swarm fleets which were wreaking havoc on the stars, the defender hunted them down and left only remnants of them. Not only that, he faced the titanic Ork legions led alike either on the ground or in space.

During the great campaigns of the paladins to safeguard the besieged species. The name of the alliance of five was renamed the Voltron coalition. An alliance in which anyone in the universe can have their own voice in a peaceful environment. Various star powers formed or participated in this coalition when dialogue was needed, a response to an outbreak of chaos, or to resolve territorial or social disputes on civilized worlds. Many species chose their respective representatives and even the Astarte chapter of the bloody ravens was the representative of humanity.

The Imperium and the Tau were those who have assisted on several occasions in the diplomatic ships of the coalition, they were useful to stop various warlike conflicts that threatened their systems or sectors. (They were almost responsible for establishing a commercial alliance between the two species in the future) The Eldar Seers came to support the noble campaigns of the paladins or help in technological advances to create together with Honerva what would become known as the Teladuv portals.

Great acts like these in the vast universe strongly attracted the attention of the Necrons who saw this defender as a threat to their plans which they could not ignore for long. So the lord of the storms, together with his immense legions and hundreds of demolition worlds, declared a total war on the defender of the stars and all organic species.

The paladins' response was immediate, and they engaged the vile ancient empire Necrontyr in what would be a heartbreaking battle lasting several decades.

To the surprise of these first and Imotekh himself: Voltron proved to be a relentless fighter, destroying not only his fleets, but purging their tomb worlds of existence itself. He did not help the Weblums appear to devour their planets, the war was not going in favor of the immortal killing machines and if they do not do something to stop them, this would be their end.

Imotekh launched a massive fleet to face the mighty Titan, the battle was undoubtedly the most desperate of all to the point that it was pushing back Voltron himself that if he had to fight for a longer time against his armies, they would not last long. .

By a miracle that could not be possible as Roboutte Guilleman himself appeared together with the Ynnari led by Yvraine and the Tau led by Jor'sar'term'vi to help them.

It was something historic that all the powers united against a common enemy to save the universe from annihilation itself, it was too moving a moment for the paladins who now with their heads held high and totally determined joined the revolt to fight their side.

And so the fight ended with the coalition being victorious and the remnants of the enemy fleeing all over the world with their tails between their legs, it was a victory that was celebrated by all species.

It was there that Voltron was crowned as The Legendary Defender.

Many more deca-phoebs have passed and were a few more decades away from moving into the next millennium. With leaders of the Alliance further accepting their roles as Paladins of Voltron. Together they've kept order in all their galaxies and have continuously fought back threats, with the upgrading of the portals Teladuv made warp travel safer and the huge warp rifts were closing and with it the demonic raids were coming down. of volume. But as Voltron's legend continued to spread; their leader, their Black Paladin, grew more arrogant. At first, it was not showing up for meetings, then it was making decisions without input from the others, later it became more diversion of resources to the Quintessence experiments of which Honerva had once again been admitted.

With the others making his own campaigning trohough the galaxy to help it, Alfor had something had to be done. He traveled to Daibazaal alone, asking Coran and Fala to look after Allura and Lance for the time being. The Altean King hoped that it was not too late to reach his old friend from him.

Upon landing on Daibazaal, an even older Alfor was greeted by Kolivan, who still looked the same age as he last saw him. While the Galran Commander is grateful for having his youth restored, he harbors a grave worry for his Emperor and Empress; feeling that they may have developed an addiction to Quintessence.

"How are they, Kolivan?" Alfor asked the soldier with some worry.

"Zarkon is taking advantage of Quintessence's youthful properties," Kolivan stated as the two of them walked through the halls of the lab. "But he's always remained a responsible Emperor until a few phoebs ago. Honor has been spending more and more time in the labs; barely sleeping or eating. Zarkon has been abandoning his duties to see her; I've tried to tell him that something is wrong with his wife, our Empress, but he refuses to listen. He's even going as far as questioning the loyalty of his very own people. "

"What happened to Shadow Weaver?" Alfor asked, noticing the priestess's absence.

Kolivan lowered his head with suppressed feelings and clenched fists. Something that King Altean noticed.

"She left recently with half of her entourage." Kolivan revealed, surprising Alfor himself. "She didn't want to be a part of this."

"Wh-? How?" Alfor asked.

"You will have to see for yourself." It was all the commander said before turning and leaving to do his homework, but not before looking at the sovereign over his shoulder. "Please make them enter in reason."

"Don't worry, I'll talk to them. Hopefully, they will listen to me," Alfor says before he enters the chambers were the still young Zarkon and a vastly different Honerva continued experimenting.

By the time he arrived, he was shocked by his life. Honerva did not look like the woman Alfor once knew; her hair was far longer, her body seemed sickly thin, and she was garbed from head to toe in robe. Her face de ella was dramatically changed, despite being exposed to the youth-restoring Quintessence, she didn't appear young; in fact, she looked… haggard.

"What do you want, Alfor." Honerva began in a tone void of any emotion as she continued typing.

"I'm here because I'm worried," Alfor stated. "We all are."

"Don't be… there are events in progress that you or your Alliance or even the rest of the universe can't even begin to comprehend." Honor responded in a demeaning tone; one Alfor could not believe he was hearing from the same woman that was Altea's best and brightest de ella.

"What Honerva meant to say is that a new breakthrough has been discovered," Zarkon stated apearing behind Alfor.

"Again," Alfor said fed up with this issue continuing to spin. "How many are you going to ..." Before Alfor could continue, he spotted a black space-cat with blue ears and orange stripes sitting on the far end of a nearby shelf; hissing at the King. "Is that… Kova?"

"Indeed, it is," Honerva answered.

"But that's…" Alfor began.

"Impossible," Honerva answered. "Yes, Kova would've been long dead by now; but with Quintessence, I was able to quintuple his normal lisspan of him. Now his lifehope of him it's long that a Gyrinx."

"This… isn't natural." Alfor said. "It's wrong."

"Pff..." Honerva started to giggle and turned to confront Alfor. "Wrong you said? WRONG!?" Honerva began as her eyes de ella briefly glowed yellow. "All in this universe is WRONG! The Drukhari, The Tyranids, The Orks, The Necrons, ALL! What is wrong with any of this? We are on the precipice of discovering eternal life and given our gift to the stars; HOW. IS. THAT. WRONG!? "

"You, out of anyone I've met know better that old life has to die for new life to prosper," Alfor stated. "Life won't prosper from this, you're just allowing it to delay the inevitable end. Thats if the cycle of life itself and corrupt her is totally inmoral."

"That is an old way of thinking Alfor." Zarkon stepped in. "That is why the Alliance is dying; they embrace the old ways and allowing it to restrict them."

Before Alfor could intervene, someone passed by. He was a tall, thin individual with a thick purple-black robe.

"My lords. I come to give you the good news." The individual spoke in a multitude of male and female voices. "The project 'Juggernaught' has been approved and in a couple of Phoebs it will start with the fifty thousand volunteers at our disposal."

"Good, you can go for now." Zarkon dismissed the newcomer with a gesture and said individual turned around so that Alfor could see him in the face.

Or rather mask, since this heavy robed individual wore a white mask with five slits in it for eyes.

Alfor leaned back with his eyes open and his chin hung in absolute shock; His hand instinctively moved to the hilt of his Bayard.

"No, Alfor." Zarkon stopped his friend from doing something unnecessary. "I can explain, but let it go."

King Altean was paralyzed when the druid left the laboratory as a normal person.

"Can you ... explain ..." Alfor shot Zarkon a look of utter fury. "THERE'S A QUIZNACKING DRUID IN THIS PLACE!"

"After our Psychics ran out of ideas on how to manipulate Quintessence, we required the help of the druids." Honerva responded indifferently to Alfor's outburst. "Let's say the results were favorable ..."

Alfor took a thunderous step forward in anger. "Favorable in what!? Don't you remember that those cursed witches instigated a demonic invasion in Daibazaal!? They are worshipers of the great trickster and you let them put their disgusting and sociopathic hands on the quintessence!?" King Altean covered his eyes with his hand at the energetic feelings in his mind. "Is this why Shadow Weaver left?"

"Weaver's mind is too small to understand the miracles we will achieve, we need a powerful army to keep the universe at bay." Zarkon said with his eyes, totally unmoved by Alfor's alien sentiment. "With the druids and a little longer, we will reach a new state of power. One greater than Voltron."

"And what would that be?" Alfor asked, unsure if he wants to hear the answer form the lips of his firend of him.

"Godhood," Zarkon replied. "Absolute godhood, we will make this universe a better place when we reach the height of its power."

Alfor couldn't believe what he had just heard, and much more from the mouth than he was once his best friend, a totally honest man who he could consider a brother. "So, it's true… I didn't want to believe the others. But both of you… you've gone mad."

King Altean stood at attention and stared at the two with a sharp gaze and clenched fists. "I will not allow this madness to persist. This ends right now."

"What did you just say?" Zarkon wide-eyed with fury and disbelief at Alfor. "What are you thinking, Alfor! This is an opportunity that cannot be wasted! Think for a moment the great things that we would all do together. We could end all the threats in the universe, we can guide people to a better path, we could even save the Eldar from extinction and wipe out the Tyranids, Orks and the Necrons."

"The things you are proposing go against everything we believe in and threaten to destroy everything that we have sacrificed to build for." Alfor said keeping his gaze impassive on the couple.

"So that's how things will be, right?" Zarkon frowned as his hand slowly made its way to his bayard. "You want to deny him a promising future for the universe, you only wish that things remain the same so that we continue to form Voltron and continue with the farce."

"I'm only doing this for the good of both of you and Daibazaal." Alfor replied as his hand slid to the hilt of his Bayard.

"Do you really want this kind of future for Altea, for Fala, for your nephew whose father sacrificed himself to make this possible? Is that the kind of future you want for Allura? Throw away any opportunity that can improve things no matter what the sacrifices to make it come true!? " Zarkon's facial features narrowed with a vicious grip on the hilt of his Bayard.

"DON'T DARE TO PUT ALLURA INTO THIS EQUATION, SHE WILL NEVER FALL SO LOW AS TO USE THESE METHODS THAT DEGRADED YOUR MIND!" Alfor roared fully prepared for the impending fight.

"HOW DARE YOU!" Honor spitefully shouted with absolute fury. "YOU KNOW NOTHING OF WHAT IS BETTER FOR DAI…!" Suddenly, Honerva widened his eyes and found herself unable to breathe. she put her hand to her throat and took two steps towards Alfor who was confused and collapsed right in front of Alfor; who was able to catch her in time.

"HONERVA!" Zarkon cried in fear as he took his wife from Alfor's arms and gently held her as she be asphyxiating. "HELP! SOMEONE HELP!"

"Quintessence… Quintessence… Quintessence…" Honerva repeated as she laid in her bed; with Zarkon by her side. Happening; "Quintessence… Quintessence… Quintessence… Need… Quintessence… Quintessence… Quintessence… It's life… It's godhood… It's all… Quintessence… Quintessence… Quintessence… Survive… Voltron…"

After the collapse of Honerva in the hands of Alfor, she was stabilized and taken to Altea so that they can know what was happening with the empress since she would not allow her to be left to those druids. None of the doctors from any of the Alliance's planets knew what she was she except that she was dying due to a Unknow kind of cancer that was slowly destroying her brain. Is theorized that the cause is due to the constant exposure of the quintessence compared to the lack of sleep and food which your body could not resist.

"What do you need my love… tell me…" Zarkon begged of his wife; tears forming in his eyes. "This is all my fault… I should have listened to Alfor… I should… sniff… I should have listened to him… please… don't…"

Zarkon rested his forehead on the belly of his wife with heavy tears in his eyes and muffled crying that the emperor was trying to suppress since he did not want to look as pathetic as he is in front of his dying wife.

"Please ... don't go ... I don't know what I'm going to do without you ... You and Lotor are all I treasure, lose one of you would be ..." Zarkon swallowed heavily in helplessness with his shoulders shaking with tears. He was totally shattered and felt total hatred for himself for having been so stupid to believe that he could save the universe with the Quintessence. "Please… Tell me something to help… Let me save you…"

"Quintessence… Quintessence… Quintessence… Need… Quintessence… Quintessence… Quintessence… It's life… It's godhood… It's all… Quintessence… Quintessence… Quintessence… Survive… Voltron… Voltron… Gather more…Quintessence… Quintessence… Quintessence… Voltron… Voltron… Gather more… Survive… Voltron…" Honerva continued repeating.

Zarkon blinked when he heard his wife's words. He was not entirely sure, but he felt his wife of he was telling him that Voltron is the key to saving her life of her.

And he knew exactly who he had to turn to. What he didn't know was how since right now he was on thin ice with his friends, he didn't know they would help him or let his wife die only to leave him as a warning for trying to play being. God.

But Zarkon didn't care, he just wanted to save his wife's life and if he had to humiliate himself so that his friends would help him...

That will do, because it is what a man does for his family.

Alfor, Blaytz, Trigel, and Gyrgan waited outside the medical bay with concern. The last three had put their campaigns on hold due to the urgent message that Alfor had given them. The only mention of Honerva dying was the perfect excuse to make him come and go here; standing up as soon as Zarkon entered the room, he looked deeply distressed and his only face reflected depression itself.

"How is she?" Trigel asked the Emperor with genuine concern.

"The doctors are unable to do anything," Zarkon stated trying to take out his teers. "Nothing can't save her."

"What do you mean to nothing?" Blaytz asked with his eyes opened with precupation.

"It's the Quintessence." Alfor revealed to the three present. "Something had to do with her that left her in that state, added to the stress and malnutrition."

"And nothing can cure it? Not even our psykers can fix it." Gyrgan asked, totally concerned about Honerva's impending fate.

"Unfortunately... nothing..." Alfor whispered sadly.

"You were all right," Zarkon admitted. "My arrogance got the better of me, and I allowed it to grow; now my pride threatens to take my wife away. I was too stupid to believe the lies that I made it. However, Honerva believes Voltron holds the key to saving her life. "

The room was silent as all the rulers looked at each other was short-lived as something unexpectedly happened that was not expected at all.

Zarkon was kneeling in front of Alfor with his knees and forehead pressed to the ground, taking King Altean by surprise to see him deeply humiliated.

"I have no right to ask this of any of you after all I have done. But I come to you all as a husband and Father, begging for your help." Zarkon spoke in a cracking voice and with his shoulders shaking, his hands gently held Alfor's ankles. "So please... Please... Please... Please... Please... Help me... I will do anything to save Honerva... I will accept any concequences... I will accept any punishement... all for her and the happines of our son. "

Everyone was speechless. Below them was the leader of Voltron's paladins: an inflexible man of imposing will, kneeling at his lowest point, emotionally broken and desperately imploring his comrades for his help to save the love of his life. .

You could never see that in any warrior who respects himself in the stars.

Zarkon stopped shaking when he felt Alfor's hand on his shoulders. He raised his watery gaze to his friend who was smiling at him.

"I'll help you, with a condition," Alfor stated.

"Anything…" Zarkon muttered.

"The experiments, you deal with the druids, anything related to the Quintessence is over. You will no longer be able to pilot the black lion until we can trust you again and that Honerva is 100% cured." Alfor explained giving Zarkon a fixed look. . "Got it?

"Yes ... Nothing is more important than her, my son and my people in Daibazaal." Zarkon closed his eyes and swallowed hard.

"Then I guess we're in, too." Gyrgan stated, with nods of agreement from everyone else.

"So stop whining and stand up, it's very unbecoming of you to humiliate yourself like this." Blaytz crossed his arms mockingly.

"Thank you, my friends." Zarkon gratefully said as he stood up with Alfor's help.

The Paladins quickly formed Voltron and flew him above the Quintessence rift.

"Okay Zarkon, what's the plan?" Alfor asked his friend over the comms, while Zarkon held his wife in his arms while piloting the head of Voltron; still repeating the same words, she said on her "deathbed."

"Honerva told me that the only way to save her is to enter the rift," Zarkon instructed over the comms. "And to enter the rift, we have to make it bigger."

"Understood," Alfor replied. "Forming sword." The Red Paladin thrusts his Bayard into the activation slot. The right arm of Voltron illuminates a bright red as the large blade forms in the robot's hand.

With the combined strengths of the Red Lion and the Green Lion, Voltron stabbed the fractured ground; causing it to split wider apart, and unintentionally causing the mighty robot to fall through it.

None of the Paladins were harmed, and they all found themselves within a beautiful realm glowing with pure, white energy. The Quintessence Field.

"It's beautiful," Blaytz said over his comms, as he and the other looked on in awe; feeling themselves grow younger the longer they stayed.

"Now what Zar…?" Alfor began to ask but stopped upon hearing the alarms blare; discovering that Zarkon has just exited the Black Lion with Honerva. "Zarkon? what are you doing? Get back in your Lion, now!"

"No, Alfor," Zarkon replied. "I am saving her!"

"Everyone, the scanners are picking up an unknown entity heading towards us!" Trigel announced over her comms. A few moments later, a giant serpent made of dark violet energy emerges from seemingly out of nowhere.

"Dear Willow, What is that thing?" Gyrgan said to himself in fear as all the Paladins saw the creature. Before anyone could react, the monster eyed Zarkon and Honerva; it opened its jaws, then consumed them with a single chomp.

"NO!" Alfor screamed.

"ZARKON!" "NOOO!" Trigel, Blaytz and Gyrgan screamed with terror to see both being eaten.

Zarkon and Honerva cried out in pain as they felt the dark energy pour into their bodies; their life signatures going on the fritz.

Not wasting any more time in this place; Alfor and Trigel grab Zarkon and Honerva, just as Blaytz and Gyrgan maxed out Voltron's thrusters. Flying out of the rift as fast as they entered it; The Legendary Defender disassembled after placing the deceased Zarkon and Honerva on the ground. The four Alliance leaders look on in sorrow at what has happened to their dear friends.

The ground begins to rumble as the dark creature exits the rift and flies up into the sky; the beast was two-hundred-meters… no, two-thousand-meters long. As soon as it exited Daibazaal's atmosphere, it began to split apart and scatter across the cosmos. Before anyone could ask any questions about what just happened; the cracks from the rift began to spread farther and farther, with magma rising from them.

"What's happening?" Blaytz questioned.

"Daibazaal… It's collapsing!" Alfor said. "We have to evacuate the planet, now!"

The four Lion's scattered across the dying world; informing the civilians what is going on and escorting them to the nearest escape crafts and into the Lions themselves. According to Kolivan, at least ten percent of the Galran population was off-world already; but even so, they would only be able to save half of the Galra currently on Daibazaal.

Left without much choice, women and children were escorted off the dying planet first. They were able to save at least half of the planet's population before the once proud home of the Galra exploded with a blast that shook the entire galaxy itself.

This horrifying news spread across the galaxies, along with the heartbreaking truth that Emperor Zarkon and Empress Honerva had perished. Their bodies were to be transported to Altea, where a funeral was to be held for them. Or… that's how it was supposed to happen…

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He felt cold... very cold...

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So is death?

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What a disappointment...

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But what else mattered... he was already dead... everything about him was already cold and he just waited for the demons to come and claim him...

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He deserved it... he failed them... he failed everyone...

How miserable were the last seconds of him... I always hope that he died in the most glorious way possible, but the only thing he took was total disappointment...

But what did it matter now? he was already dead, cold and waiting for the eternal and well-deserved torture of him, he has lost everything.

His friends... his wife... his son... his home...

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He could hear/feel/smell something approaching... something unnatural in itself...

Here they come... he's insured...

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...What's going on?

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...What are they waiting for? It's here... you can take it to do whatever you want with it-

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A voice... It has no sound... but he can feel it in every pore of his being...

Feel how he moves it...

How he protects it...

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... how he is guiding…

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…Something coming…

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"Ah!" Zarkon shot up; breathing heavily. The Galran Emperor looked around and discovered that he was in the morgue of a Galran transport. He was lying on a stone altar; but this wasn't the only thing to surprise the resurrected Emperor, he felt… younger… and more powerful than he's ever had in his existence. His memories began flooding back to him, and one word came to his lips… one name… "Honerva…?"

The Emperor got up, his body felt different; he wasn't wearing his Paladin armor anymore, but his royal paraphernalia instead. This did not matter to him right now, all he was searching for was his dear wife. He looked around the room and eventually discovered her curled up next to her altar.

"Honerva." Zarkon said as he rushed over and kneeled to his beloved. He looked in surprise as her skin was changed. Her skin was now a purplish blue and her eyes a permanent glowing yellow. "Honerva?"

"…Who's Honerva?" The metamorphized Altean with confusions. "And who are you?"

"It's me, my beloved, Zarkon…" The Galra stated.

"Zarkon… I don't know you," Honerva answered. "I don't know who I am… what's going on?"

"What do you remember?" Zarkon asked.

"I… don't remember anything… but I know everything." Honerva stated just as confused as Zarkon. "I don't understanding…"

"Oh, my Gods!" A Galran soldier shouted in surprise as he entered the room; garnering Zarkon and Honerva's attention. "Emperor Zarkon, Empress Honerva; you're alive."

"Empress Honerva?" The Altean questioned.

"Soldier, where are we?" Zarkon demanded from his underling.

"We are on a transport to Altea; for your funerals, your graces." The soldier replied; respectfully banging his chest.

"Take us back to Daibazaal immediately," Zarkon ordered.

"I'm afraid I can't sir." The soldier disappointedly stated. "Daibazaal, our world… is gone."

After learning of his homeworld's fate and filled with rage and hatred towards Alfor and the other Paladins; Zarkon reached out to all the planets under the Alliance's and demanded that all his most loyal Galra soldiers rise and avenge their world from him. Those who remained loyal to their Emperor carried out his orders from him; but those who no longer saw the same man they once proudly followed, such as Kolivan and Shadow Weaver, abandoned him.

Zarkon and his newly created Galra Empire were driven by a single purpose; the absolute domination of the universe and the genocide of all who oppose him. With successful infiltrations and sabotages on multiple Alliance worlds, the military force of this new power began to grow. Along with assistance from the still believed to be dead Honerva, now taking on the moniker of Haggar; an Altean word that translates to "practitioner of the occult," scientific and magical discoveries were pushed to new heights. Within a few short phoebs the Galra Empire was now the strongest, most technologically, and magically advanced civilization in the known universe at so point that rivalizated with the others great Empires in the universe; Not even the Diamond Authority scould match them now and soon the first of the universe is going to have a show of its power when its worlds are ablaze and its people are subdued.

But despite all this amassed power, Zarkon yearned for one thing to solidify himself as the supreme ruler of the universe; conquer all. Nothing was going to stop the mad Emperor from claiming what he sees as rightfully his so that he could conquer the entire universe; so his d started brutally slaughtering the very people he once called his friends, including Alfor's wife. With the deaths of Trigel, Blaytz, and Gyrgan at Zarkon's hands; the Dalterion Dominion, the Mer Kingdoms of Nalquod, and the Rygnirathian Tribes all fell under the banner of the Galra Empire in bloody battlefields.

There are many who opposed this "Tantrum" from Zarkon as many called it. The Tau unwaveringly protected their worlds from this newly formed empire. The Astartes and the Harlequins successfully stopped the Galra's forays into their Chapter and Exodite worlds. Also the human Imperial fleet and the Eldar fleets fought proudly against the young Empire.

Those weren't the only problems: the Orks, totally angry that these furry boyz (as they are called) have destroyed such worthy rivals as the Rygnirathian Tribes and launched several WAAAGHs on their conquered worlds. The Tyranids who continued with their infinite hunger continued to ravage the worlds that they found and in it are the Galra worlds.

Zarkon, aware that if he does not have The Black Lion and Voltron in his hands, he will never be able to advance in his conquest. Reason more than enough to want him desperately.

Fortunately for him, he knows of someone who has his locations…

After the destruction of Daibazaal, the Lions of Voltron were returned to Altea and officially retired. Zarkon's warpath has now lead him to Alfor's homeworld; will the Galran Emperor will take pleasure in taking Voltron and destroying everything Alfor holds dear.

"King Alfor," Zarkon said over the holo-screen connecting to the Castle of Lions as he, Coran, and a grown-up Allura and Lance watched with worry as the battle for Altea raged outside. "Your fleet has been destroyed as we speak. I will shortly claim Voltron and your life."

With his threat sent, the communication cut-off as the castle continued rumbling from the vast number of explosions.

"Uncle Alfor, we need to form Voltron and fight back!" Lance demanded of his father figure.

"I'm afraid it's already too late." Alfor somberly said. "To protect the universe; the Lions have to be sent away. We can't risk them falling into Zarkon's hands."

"No! We can't give up!" Allura protested.

"I'm sorry." The King said as he walked over to both Lance and Allura; placing his hand on their cheeks and whispering a spell that causes the said hand to glow and knock the young Alteans out. "If all goes well, I will see you both again soon. I love you." Alfor then turns to Coran. "Coran, I need you to take the Castle of Lions into orbit. Once you're off the surface; scatter the Lions and activate a teladuv portal. I shall face Zarkon myself. And look after Allura and Lance as if they were your own children."

"I will, my liege." Coran said with a bow, trying to hold back his tears. "It's been an honor serving you."

"It's been an honor to be my friend, Coran."

Zarkon's personal shuttle landed on the bridge across the Castle of Lions; Alfor stood before the tyrant in his old warrior armor, and broadsword in hand. Zarkon stepped out with the Black Bayard in its weapon form, staring down the Altean King.

"So, you've decided to face me alone, old friend," Zarkon said.

"You are not my friend." Alfor bitterly replied.

"Oh really?" Zarkon responded. "How cruel of you."

"Whatever was left of the Zarkon I knew died on Daibazaal with his wife," Alfor stated.

"Then I guess you didn't know me as well as you thought." Zarkon replied, as he slashed the air in front of him. "But enough talk; this ends right now!"

The Galran Emperor and Altean King charged at each other; their grips on their weapons as tight as can be. Alfor was fast, but Zarkon was a lot faster. And soon, the fellow rulers that fought alongside each other were crossing blades with the intent of killing the other.

"You're weak Alfor." Zarkon taunted as he went for an overhead strike that his physically older opponent barely managed to dodge. Alfor quickly regained his footing and swung his blade with at Zarkon to slice open his stomach, but that attack was easily blocked. With little effort, the far stronger Galran was able to push Alfor back.

"This coming from a man who sought to extend his life through unjust means," Alfor replied as he swiped at the Emperor, but the attack was blocked, and had to dodge an incoming barrage of strikes

"Quintessence is power, is godhood, IS ALL!" Zarkon shouted as he punched Alfor across the jaw; causing the King to stumble back. "A power I offered to share, but you, in your stubbornness, refused. All of this is because of you!"

"The universe has its laws for a reason," Alfor stated as he held Zarkon in a lock of blades. "Yours and Honerva's methods threatened to break them."

"DO NOT SPEAK HER NAME!" Zarkon furiously shouted as he broke the lock. "YOU FAIL HER! YOU FAIL ME! YOU FAIL US!"

"We tried to warn you, tried to help you!" Alfor began. "But you refused to listen, Honerva refused to listen; you're the one responsible for her demise!"

"RAGH!" Zarkon screamed with rage as he renewed his vicious assault.

Zarkon's strikes were far faster and stronger than they were before; leaving Alfor little room to defend against the onslaught.

Alfor began to feel the strain of the battle reach him as his footing became sloppy, and he could do very little to block from here on out; until the deathblow was finally delivered.

"And with thus… ends the Altean race." Zarkon gloated as he dug his blade deeper into Alfor's stomach; while the King struggled to breathe and coughed up some blood. "How does it feel, Alfor? Knowing that everything you hold dear has come to an end and you cannot stop it?"

"You're… you're… wrong." Alfor weakly told Zarkon. "Altea… shall… live… elsewhere…"

"Then I won't rest until everything about her is erased." Zarkon replied coldly. "That is the fate of the weak, to die forgotten."

"Zarkon..." Alfor grunted in pain. "Is... it is useful... it... bring you peace... I... I... I sorry, for... for... not having been for you..."

"Is too late now..." Zarkon said emotionlessly. "Goodbye, Alfor."

Exactly 15 seconds before life left his body. With her blurry gaze she could visualize something standing next to Zarkon, something shapeless, so full of life but totally indifferent to herself.

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And this one smiled at him.

"...So…we finally meet..." Those were the last words of Alfor, the king of Altea, creator of Voltron and red paladin. He died believing in his ideals and hoping that Allura could find other more worthy people to form Voltron and bring true peace to the universe.

"What…?" Zarkon asked confused the recent corpse of Alfor and how the last words of him. The ground begins to rumble as the Castle of Lion's takes off; rising above the planet's atmosphere faster than any ship Zarkon had seen.

"All Dreadnaughts!" Zarkon called on his comms. "Fire on that…" Before Zarkon could give his order, a teladuv portal opened above the castle. The massive structure files through the portal and closes from behind. Zarkon let out a primal roar that could be heard across the burning planet Altea; realizing the prize that was once in his grasp was now taken from him. While he was enraged now, he did know that there isn't anywhere in the universe they can hide from him for long. The Black Lion and Voltron, will be his.

After making sure that they weren't being tracked down; Coran took the still unconscious Allura and Lance to the cryo-pod chamber. He activated three pods; placing Allura in the first one, and Lance in the second one.

The third one was for himself; but before he entered, he made sure that the last remaining sovereigns of Alfor's legacy were safe.

"Good night, Princess Allura, and Prince Lance." Coran began. "I hope we will be awakened one day into a peaceful universe. Until then, rest." The royal advisor closed the pod doors, and the two Alteans were quickly frozen. Coran walked over to his pod and activated it as soon as he stepped in; he closed his eyes as the pod door shut and had one last thought before being frozen. "I will keep them safe Alfor… I promise.'

Silence...

The whole table is in total silence when Allura finished its compilation of the true story of the ancient defenders of the universe. The tears escaped from the eyes of Alura after having finished telling her with CORAN and Lance putting her hands on her shoulders in a unfortunate attempt to comfort her.

Masquerade pushed a box of handkerchiefs that I take out from nowhere to Alura, while she took one to shake her nose from her; Expressions around the world were varied: the current paladins had several expressions of sadness, pain, anger, betrayal, surprise and pity, Keith for that time rose up abruptly from his chair and went to big strides of the room; The rest of the paladins did not try to stop it this time.

On the other hand, the Eldar and the seer remained in an analytical silence with Guren gathering two of his fingers on his lips; the inquisitor Vail and Sable did not say a word and his gaze went towards Angelos who had his eyes closed.

"So..." Guren broke the silence putting his hands on the table. "That happens."

Allura moved her head without looking at the Seer.

"I do not understand." Pidge said with her eyes down. "Why Allaura? Because she has not told them? "

"She did not want them to have in his hearts the tragic end of the paladins of yesteryear." Coran responded by the princess with a comprehensive look. "She wanted you to see Voltron as an indisputable defender whose paladins helped give him hope to all the stars."

"he, good luck with that now." Amethyst said with scabies.

"Amethyst..." Steven scolding the friend's friend's response.

"It's just...! URGH!" Amethyst growled by covering his face with both hands without daring to say another word.

"I... I just wanted you to have a great expectation against Voltron ... and your old paladins." Allaura said in a voice almost broken and looked at each of those present in the room. "I beg you to forgive my father and my people for not having done anything to stop the current Zarkon and the Galra; He still retained the hope that the old friend of him was still there. "

"Hope is the next path to disappointment." Angelos commented with his eyes opening up.

"The 'hope' of which cling, is nothing more than a pathetic childhood dream of a princess without throne." One of the present Eldar said poisonously to the princess, making Masquerade contain a laugh and the cuff cuffs close. "He wants to know how many lives were we raptures with this hope that the useless of her father tried to believe?"

"Exarch Yotundu." Guren intervened so that this conversation was not in neutral.

"I think that would be advisable, Miss Seer, it is not that we do not want to start a discussion either." Amberly said with his fingers crossed on the table. "After all, it saves me the fact that 136 planets were burned to oblivion and the hundreds of millions of people who died for maintaining that hope."

The eyes of all the paladins present opened with absolute impact. They could barely believe what the Imperial Inquisitor had just said. Millions of people dead? That's crazy!

"If his king had been smarter and had taken the matter in his hands quickly, things would be different today." The Gray Knight told the three Alteans, following up with Vail's dialogue.

"How dare you!" Lance blow the table with anger. "We have made an oath of never going on the same way from which you have continued ignorantly for many millennia. It was not our fault of Zarkon fell so low and became what it is today. "

"PPPPFFFTTT...!" Masquerade spat long as she leaned over and let out an honest laugh. "Seriously you are so adorable! Hahahaha!"

"Then that was the path of your people?" Yotundu asked and denied disappointment. "Then your species if you deserved your extinction after all."

"Altea keeps living!" Lance exclaimed with anger towards the warrior of appearance. "While Allura, CorAn and I continue living, Altea will continue to exist!"

"And so they want to protect the future of it?" Yotundu replied with his gaze directed to each paladin. "A faulty Hyg'sir, a little developed, and four mon'keigh which three are children and one of them is half a gem and a galle to pilot the most powerful weapon of the universe? I do not want to offend our guests, but I must clarify that you did not think things very well. "

"Neither had I said it better." Masquerade added with his arms crossed over his neck.

"It's enough about that." Shiro spoke aloud to stop discussions. "Nobody here is perfect and instead of wasting our time in arguing we have to do something to stop Zarkon at once."

"Seriously do you have a voice here? After not having been able to avoid the tragic destiny of that fusion? "Another one of the eldar sitting asked casually. "Excuse me... but that's not what we're looking for here."

The eyes of the black paladin opened with amazement and fear before the words that came out of the Eldar's mouth. How did he know it? Perhaps he read his mind? If so,

"That…?" For Shiro's horror, the whisper that escape from Steven's lips was enough to leave him paralyzed.

The paladins and the Alteans stayed with statues with their eyes open and fixed towards the leader.

"W-W-what did you mean? He was referring to Garnet? What happened with Garnet, Shiro!? "Steven asked now totally worried. "Shiro that happened with Garnet? Where is she!?"

Shiro was static. His look was placed on the young half-Gem who was waiting for him with a look of fear and denial.

"You did not tell them?" Angelos asked looking at the black palate.

It was at that same moment where everything clicked on the minds of his friends. His looks of him widen even more and no word escaped from his mouth.

Then the tears were escaping in Steven's eyes.

"No ..." Steven murmured, his head slowly tilting his head; Reading absolutely the words of people he has ever met in his life. No, that's not true."

"…Steven." Shiro began, treating with all the will of him not to show weakness in his tone.

"Is not true!" Denial, the simplest shelter of any child whose parents had died during an invasion. It was those feelings that Steven, someone who was too young to accept a burden as a Voltron paladin. "Can not be!"

"I'm sorry, puppy." Steven shuddered to hear the harsh voice of the master of the bloody crows. "But at this point, you should have realized that this is the universe in which-"

"SHUT UP!" Steven scream so hard that he echoed all the room and silence completely to Gabriel Angelos. At this amethyst point, Connie and Peridot were dropping tears to jets. "THIS CAN NOT BE! Garnet cannot be-! "

"Steven." Shiro stopped the young man who was watching the paladin, a solemnly look appeared in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Steven took a while to realize, but at that time in which his world collapsed completely.

"No ... no ... she ... she cannot be ..." with tears of him now coming out freely and without restriction. The young gem got up awkwardly from her seat and left the room running.

"Steven!" Connie screams to see the friend of her leave the site shattered sentimentally and she got up to follow him.

It was where everything was silent in the room with the seer giving the destroyed paladins and alteans a few words.

"Maybe this meeting needs to be postponed on a later day."

Epilogue:

Homeworld. Mere moments after the Diamond's defeat.

Yellow and Blue Diamond was summoned to speak with White Diamond after they returned from Daibazaal; with orders to bring the "Ore" with them. The two Diamonds were trying to find some form of comfortability in their new physical forms. Blue Diamond was trying to keep positive thoughts; not willing to appear weak before her Gems, and not before the likes of White Diamond.

Yellow, on the other hand, was trying to keep a boiling within her under control. She was angry about her new physical form; a reminder that Diamond Authority was beaten by a machine created by organics. A machine that threatened their place of power in the universe.

"Yellow, please calm down," Blue told her sister, placing a hand on her shoulder. "I know you're frustrated; but please, you need to stay calm while you're in her presence."

"I know Blue..." Yellow began with a frustrated sigh. "But that power, that machine… it made fools of us."

"Do not worry about it." Blue Diamond said in an assuring tone. "We'll find a way to deal with him. In a few thousand years from now, that machine will be nothing more than a minor inconvenience to us."

Yellow Diamond highly doubted that but decided not to say anything as they arrived at a ginormous pale door.

A tiny figure phased through the solid object; levitating off the ground. It was a pearl, like Yellow's and Blue's; but this one was different. This pearl had white skin with pale-grey hair that was tied into a ponytail. She sports a black top with gray sleeves that go all the way down to her wrists, a white skirt that covers her black shorts and grey stockings. She also wears gray, ballerina flats. Her gemstone was an oval-shaped pearl located on her shoulder area. One feature that stood out the most, however, was the crack-like scar over her left eye; which unsettled Yellow and Blue significantly. This wasn't White's first pearl, and not her last one either.

White Pearl.

"Ah, Yellow Diamond and Blue Diamond. White is expecting you." The white pearl said in an emotionless tone as she phased back through the door.

The door slowly split open as a bright white light radiated out of it. Yellow and Blue covered their eyes and enter, as soon as they did; the light-toned down to the point where Yellow and Blue could look around without strain. But they did not, they kept walking forward to the source of the light and respectfully kneeled before it to the Radiant one.

"Yellow, Blue." The emotionless voice of White Diamond began, with false-sounding happiness. "Hello, mes chers (my dears)."

White Diamond dwarfed Yellow and Blue Diamond. She had spiky white hair in a shape like a star and bright white skin that gave off radiant energy. She wore a floor-length dress with sophisticated, gray designs and high-heeled sandals of the same color. She also sported a long black cape with stars shimmering inside of it. Her gemstone was located on her forehead and was an upright, "brilliant" diamond. "Did you retrieve what I sent you for?"

"Yes, my Paragon." Yellow and Blue simultaneously said as Yellow presented the meteorite their master.

"Étrange (Strange)," White said in a tone that had sweat dripping behind the backs of the two Diamonds necks; as the rock levitated out of Yellow's hands and to White's. "It is the "Ore" … but it's smaller than I expected it to be."

"Hessonite said that was all she found on the planet Daibazaal," Yellow answered.

"Hmm ... prenez-vous toujours les mots de vos soldats pour des faits (Do you always take your soldiers words as fact), Yellow?" White asked in an almost insulting manner. The great Diamond's own, personal language; which she claims to be the most beautiful sounding language in the universe worthy for only great beings, added some injury to it as well. "No matter, I suppose that this will do."

"My Paragon, I feel like there is something that must be brought to your immediate…" Yellow began, as she slowly rose to her feet.

"Did I give you permission to speak?" White asked the lesser Diamond.

"No, my Paragon," Yellow said. "But I feel…"

"Tiens ta langue (hold your tongue)!" White said with ire in her tone. "Whatever you wish to tell me is not as important as what comes next. Am I clear?"

"Yes, my Paragon," Yellow said as she knelt once more; receiving a look of concern from Blue.

"Commençons (let's begin)," White said with a smile void of feeling as she clasped the meteorite in her hands and proceed to crush it. A bright light was faintly seen from her hands, then it faded away. "Voir (Behold)." White removed her hands and revealed to Yellow and Blue a small, pink gemstone that begins to glow and float towards them as the new Gem takes her first ever physical form.

The body formed a tall frame with rose pink skin and large, fluffy pale-pink hair. Her attire included a magenta top with a crop that revealed her midriff. Puffy white shoulder pads and magenta gloves with a white skit. She also sported magenta pants with white stockings and pail-pink slippers with white pom-poms by the toes. Her gemstone was located by her navel area and was shaped like a pentagon like whites; except hers was upside down.

The newly formed Gem struggled to stand on her own two feet at first, but eventually found a way to balance herself. She looked at Yellow, Blue and White Diamond with curiosity and child-like wonder.

"She's so… small." Blue said as she offered her hand to the new Gem; who took it with some glee. "A new… little Diamond."

Yellow looked at Pink, not knowing how to feel; she was present when White created Blue with the "ore." But while she was a Diamond, something felt different about her; something that she could not put into words.

"Welcome to the Authority." White began, garnering the attention of the new Gem. "Pink Diamond."

The little Diamond smiled with happiness.