Here's another one for you K. Glad you're enjoying it. I have the story 95 finished, just have to wrap things up. I try and submit chapters one or two at a time for suspense. Looks like it's working. :) Not sure what I'm going to do about Keith and Allura yet. I've got it down both ways in my head. Guess you'll just have to wait and see!
Voltron and its characters belong to WEP, I own the rest.
Keith dodged as the Robeast lunged after him. The creature scraped its claws along the length of Black's side. Keith grimaced at the sound.
"Hey Skipper! You all right in there?" Hunk called out.
"Fine. This isn't working…" Keith muttered under his breath.
"No kidding." Lance replied.
"We need Voltron. Not Cliff's Team, but ours." Pidge stated.
Keith shook his head. "We'll just have to try and hold them off until Crick can get here."
"Easier said than done." Lance muttered as Red Lion dodged the creature's arms.
"Just hang on Lance. They'll be here soo—"
"You don't need to wait for Crick, I'm here."
"Allura!" Keith called out, startled.
"Who-hoo! Way to go Allura!" Lance cheered.
"I knew you'd show up." Pidge grinned down at her image.
"Glad to have you back!" Hunk added.
"All right, that's enough." Keith switched to private mode. "Allura, what are you doing up here?" He demanded.
"I am still part of this Team Keith." She told him firmly.
"You haven't recovered from your accident. You shouldn't be here."
"With that eye injury, neither should you." She shot back.
Keith scowled. "I don't think this is a good idea."
"You never do." She met his gaze fearlessly. "Keith, Crick won't make it here in time. You need me." She told him.
Keith gritted his teeth against the remark he wanted to say. He switched back and addressed the Team. "Well then since you're here, let's form VOLTRON!"
The Team quickly assembled the giant robot. "All right, no screwing around. Form Blazing Sword!" Keith ordered. Voltron advanced on the Robeast. The creature backed away in fear.
"Where's the other one?" Lance asked.
Pidge scanned the area. "It's on the other side of the command ship."
"Good. Let's take this guy down and move in on the other one." Keith ordered.
Voltron advanced on the creature, swinging his sword managing to slice it around the midsection. The Robeast roared in pain and fury and attacked Voltron. It lunged for the mighty robot and managed to grab his arm. Lance hollered in pain. Before anyone could respond, the Robeast fired off a powerful electric volt. Everyone yelled.
Keith's eyes were clenched shut and his teeth gritted in pain. "Hang on…Pidge?"
"Working…on it…Keith." The jolts stopped. "There…That should do it."
"Good work Pidge. Everyone still here?" Keith called out.
"A little toasted around the edges, but I'm all right." Hunk answered.
"I'm fine too." Allura replied.
"Lance?" There was no answer. "Lance can you hear me?" Keith pulled up the visuals for Red. Lance lay slumped over the console. "Lance!"
Lance began to stir, and after a moment, lifted his head. "I—I'm all right. Just give me a second..." He said faintly.
"Back off and re-group Team. Give us some breathing room." Keith pulled Voltron back, keeping well out of the way of the Robeast.
"Keith! We're being attacked by a Robeast!" Harrison's voice cut in over the intercom. "Most of my fighters have already been engaged around the Castle and the 'Explorer' doesn't have the maneuverability to fight this thing off."
"Dammit…" Keith muttered.
"Relax General, we're through here. You finish up this one and we'll take care of the other." Crick responded. Vehicle Voltron sped off towards the lake.
"Thanks Crick. Lance? Are you all set?" Keith asked.
"Yeah, I think I'll live." Lance's voice drawled across the speaker.
Coran, Dorma, Hazar and a small group of aides paused to look up at the view screen. The screen was spilt into two images, showing both Voltron Teams battling the Robeasts.
Dorma glanced over at Hazar, her violet eyes wide. He placed a reassuring arm around her shoulders. "He is fine fladrea."
"He spoke to me before he left. He said he had a feeling they were not all coming back this time. You know he has Kach'Ara Delindra, the Sight." She looked up into her brother's eyes. "I fear for their lives." She whispered.
Hazar pulled her close. He was about to say something, when the intercom went off. Coran turned to them. "Lady Dorma, you are needed in Sick-bay."
She pulled away from her brother. "Tell them I am on my way." She hurried out the door. Suddenly she paused, bringing one hand to her forehead and the other holding onto the wall for support. People rushed passed her in the hallway. She shook her head to clear it and quickly broke into a run. Dorma burst through the sick-bay doors. "Troi! Where is my son!"
Brenda hurried to her side. "Easy honey, he's over here." She led Dorma over to one of the private rooms. "I figured when we called you'd know it was him."
"What is wrong?" Dorma asked, stopping to let a pair of nurses go past them with a gurney.
"It's nothing to do with his injuries." Brenda replied.
Dorma paused and looked her mother in law in the eye. "Tell me."
"Let's me just say that it's like seeing Lance all over again." At Dorma's puzzled look, Brenda opened the door and led her inside.
Troi was sitting up on the bed, thrashing franticly. Dr. Gorma and Annie were trying to force him back down on the bed.
Troi caught sight of his mother and froze, locking his gaze on her. " Malda! Tey us yasille den circea paas Palda en Vahloo Keith jye gosta! Mey sala dre qerta hak troolia Malda!"
Dorma hurried to her son's side and took her hand in his. "Vey Troi, vey delatris. Halka des rinut kala tres. Bellie sovt."
Troi would not be comforted. "Malda, dis heltta selak gosta! Tala mee des suunlee wult! Mey sala dre qerta hak troolia yistrita!"
"Vey Troi. Tey is kala tres."
Troi lay back down, but his eyes were still wild. "Malda, dyla Palda..."
"He is fine Troi, relax, relax." She ran her hand across Troi's forehead, and the young man relaxed back onto the pillow. Brenda surreptitiously stuck a needle in his arm. "Bellie sovt ne svavaliade vola. Bellie sovt…" Dorma whispered and continued rubbing his hair until the boy had fallen into a deep sleep. The adults slipped out of the room.
"Mind telling me what that was all about?" Dr. Gorma inquired.
Brenda sighed. "The same thing happened to Lance when he was younger. I assume you know about Lance's 'feelings'?" Gorma nodded.
"We in the Druhle Empire call it Kach'Ara Delindra. It means the Sight, the ability to see into the future." Dorma told them.
"Lance used to wake up screaming from nightmares when he was about seven. It took forever to calm him down." Brenda continued.
"And you think Troi has this…Sight?" Gorma asked.
"It would appear that is correct." Dorma replied.
Gorma turned to Brenda. "You said this came upon Lance as a child. Why did it wait so long with Troi?"
Brenda shrugged. "Who knows? Different physiology maybe."
"I wonder…" Annie paused thoughtfully. She turned to Dorma. "Has he ever been on any kind of medication before this week?" Dorma shook her head. "I've been studying brain research at school. The ability could have always been there, but the painkillers and sedatives that he's been on could have triggered some kind of response in his brain, making him susceptible for this to happen."
"Will it be permanent?" Dorma asked.
"There's no way to tell. But I would guess that it would be. Things like this don't often disappear once they're roused." Annie said thoughtfully.
"So, what did he tell you? My Druhle is a bit rusty." Brenda asked.
"He knew something had happened to Lance. And he said they were all in terrible danger." Dorma replied.
Brenda stiffened. "What happened to Lance?" She asked fearfully.
"Voltron was attacked by a Robeast. It sent electricity through Lance's Lion and knocked himunconscious for a few moments. He is fine now." Dorma smiled thinly.
"And Keith? I distinctly heard Troi mention his uncle." Brenda persisted.
Dorma sighed. "He said that both Lance and Keith are imperiled. That he feared they were going to die."
Brenda went white, and Annie clenched her hands together. "And will they?" Brenda asked, fearing the answer.
Dorma shook her head. "I do not know. I do not have the Sight. But Lance has told me that it is not often clear what will happen. That most of the time it is only a vague warning of what may yet to be."
Gorma looked thoughtful for a moment. "All right then. Keep Troi sedated. I don't need him jumping up again and needing more surgery. We have enough to worry about at the moment." He nodded towards the door where the latest group of wounded pilots were coming in. He quickly went over and got to work.
"Why don't you stay with Troi for a bit. I gave him a pretty strong dose, but I'd like you to stick close just in case." Brenda gave Dorma's hand a squeeze then hurried after Gorma.
Annie followed Dorma into Troi's room. "Why did you lie to Mom?" Dorma looked up in startlement. "Pidge has told me all about Lance's 'funny feelings' and that almost all the time, Lance is dead on target."
"I—I did not want to cause more worry." She looked up at Annie. "While it is true that Lance's premonitions are nearly always correct, there have been times when they were wrong."
"I overheard him talking to you at the briefing. He said that they might not all come back this time, and now Troi is saying basically the same thing."
Dorma looked back down at her son. "I know. I know."