Here we are. Me making a new story...when I should focus on the other stories I have to write...but writer's block and a sense of boredom has forced me to do this one. So here we go. Halo is my favorite FPS franchise. It was my first, and will be my favorite for it's great gameplay, fantastic story and the nostalgia I have for it. However, I'm getting this off my chest before we start so no one asks me later. No, I'm not a 'new' fan of Halo, nor am I an old one. I'm what I like to call, a middle fan. I love the older games, but I also can appreciate the newer titles as well. Hell, the first Halo I owned was Halo 4, and I love Halo 4. It's not my favorite Halo (that one goes to Reach) nor was it the first one I played (3) but it was the first I got to own
Now, I like Halo 5 well enough, but It's my least favorite main game for a variety of reasons. Story, Lack of Splitscreen and REQ system being the most prevalent. The story sucks. It's really bad. The REQ system, while not the worst Microtransaction system I've ever seen (*COUGH COUGH* Battlefront 2 2017*COUGH COUGH*) it's something I'd rather not have. Splitscreen is so important to Halo that without it Halo has lost it's identity somewhat. So yeah, my ranking goes from best to worst, Reach, 3, 2, 4, 1, 5, then Wars 1/2 because they're spinoffs. ODST is somewhere between 4 and 1. BUT...the announcement of Halo Infinite has me screaming internally with happiness (with the confirmed return of splitscreen, the old and better art style, and some callbacks to Halo 3) so I'm pretty excited for it.
Update: Halo 3 is the best one. I was foolish, Halo 3 is the best.
So, I really love Halo, and Voltron: Legendary Defender is pretty cool as well! But we never do learn when Voltron takes place, right? I mean, it's in the future, but how far in the future? Exactly, we don't know. So...let's do something about it. AU TIME! SORTA...
Operation Voltron is after the Human-Covenant war and Halo 5. That's right folks, were going to the future. Yes, the protagonist is an OC, but he is no Spartan. Spartans will appear in the story, but Noah Lindhion is no Super Soldier (The OC). Of course, that doesn't mean we WON'T See some badass UNSC vs Galra fights (Hint Hint) where Spartans just murder thousands of Galra! And before anyone asks, yes, this is inspired by Cowboy Alchemist's Become ONE, a similar premise to this one. Except its Titanfall. Very different.
Be warned however, I am not a Halo or Voltron Lore Nut. I like both franchises, but I don't know everything. Most thing's I will mention will be from online sources like wikipedias and such. If I get anything wrong, please correct me in the review section.
Of course, I probably will get distracted by side stuff, boredom, etc, but who knows.
But enough Talk, let's get started...
Own nothing but Noah, yadda yadda yadda. Everyone get's it by now.
*EDIT NOTICE* This story is old and I hate it and everytime I see it I want to die so I'm making it less cringe. For my own sanity, the sanity of whoever reads this, and for any potential future continuation.
He shivered as the noises outside raged. Boom. Boom. Boom. He was so frightened. New Alexandria was loud, but never this loud. Noah whimpered in the dark, huddling closer to his big sister. Where were their parents? They gave him to Elana and told them to run. Where they safe? Where they ok? Noah didn't know, he just wanted to see his mom right now.
The room began to shake! Everyone panicked, screaming filled the air. What hit them? Linda held him tighter, in all of his life he had never seen his big sister this scared before. He didn't know why. But she did.
The Covenant had come to Reach.
A banging on the entrance thundered. The few people with guns aimed them at the door, everyone else cowered in fear. Flashes of light went through the cracks, illuminating Noah's face. The door was knocked on, like something was trying to barge in. Everyone screamed, the few soldiers shaking with fear. The door then flew open, crashing onto two soldiers. The remaining 5 men opened fire, bullets flying at the open gap. It was followed with the smell of charred flesh as plasma bolts began striking the men. They all went down with their screams caught in their throats. Everyone silenced as a monster stepped in.
The Elite Major snarled at everyone, commanding it's 3 Elite minors and the hunter to aim. People screamed, begging for mercy. The plasma let loose, screams were both multiplied and silenced. Noah was forced to look away by his sister, she made every attempt to protect him. But as soon as an Elite would fire at the two, it fell. A hole in jugular. The sounds of gunfire returned, but this time it seemed more effective. Noah managed to peek, and what he saw would never leave him.
A Spartan. An honest to god Spartan, like in the commercials on the Broadcasts. It wielded a pretty cool looking gun and was silver and grey. The Spartan fired several rounds at the 2 other minor elites, dropping their shields. They then pulled out a pistol and fired two shots, both to the heads. After that they threw his rifle up into the Elite Majors jaws stunning the beast, pulled out a knife with their free hand and tackled the alien. They fired two rounds into the Elites chest and then stabbed it through the eye. While the Spartan was doing this, Noah saw another Spartan take on the giant Hunter. The Spartan was dressed in all black, and his helmet had a skull design. He rolled out of the way of an explosive shot, right behind it. He fired into the fleshy tendril worms of the Hunter, enraging it to the point of berserk rage. It lunged for the man, swiping and firing everything it had. But it was of no use, as the gray spartan finished it off with a grenade.
The Spartans walked up to the group, 15 civilians left out of the 50 that was originally there. 3 men, 5 women, the rest children. Noah and his sister could be counted as part of them.
"Holy-holy shit. Spartans? You-You guy's are spartans!" One man cried, relief being the only thing in his voice.
"Course we are, why wouldn't we be?" The skull faced one spoke, sarcasm lining his voice.
"Emile." The other one sternly spoke, silencing their partner. The silver one then began. "I'm Noble Six, we're here to get you out of here. Follow us." The order's were swift, effective. Everyone began to follow the two super-soldiers as quickly as they could, not letting anything stop them. Noah held the hand of his sister as she led him to the evac pelican. It could fit enough people, barely. Just enough for all the civilians and Spartans. They began the boarding, children first. That meant Noah and Elana. Elana held him close and stroked his hair as they sat down on a chair, her tears dripping onto his scalp.
Yells and howls came from the outside. People began rushing, panic ensued. The Spartans kneeled, aiming their weapons.
"Keep formation." Noble Six spoke to they're partner.
"No promises." Emile responded, cocking his shotgun. Soon, plasma and lead began to meet each other as the Spartans held off the oncoming horde of Grunts, Kig Yar and Elites. The gunfire deafened Noah's ears, he could only hear ringing. For as much pain and death the Spartan's dealt the aliens, crossfire hit some people. One kid, a fellow classmate from school, was hit in the chest. The cauterized wound still sent blood everywhere, mostly onto Noah's shaking face...
"...Noah...Noah...Noah!" The Rumbling of the elevator shook Noah out of his trip down memory lane. He was met with the concerned looks of Hunk and Lance. Pidge was messing with her communicator, probably playing a game or something.
"Dude, you ok?" Hunk asked, worried as always. Noah nodded silently to his fellow teammate. The UNSC Galaxy Garrison had assigned the four of them to be a team, as they did with all recruits. Hunk was their engineer, considering his mechanical know how. Pidge, the technologically obsessed defiant Pidge, communications. Lance, the cocky smug flirt, the pilot. Noah, the sarcastic quiet Noah, was lieutenant and medic of the team. Though in all honesty, he was also the main gunner and soldier of the group, due to his more advanced combat training and experience. That was something hotly talked about in the garrison, Noah's combat prowess. Rumors rose that he was being scouted out for ODST training, maybe even the Spartan VI program. But that was all it was, rumors. Stories. One major reason he was thought of as a potential Spartan was his sister.
Both of them, after the war ended, tried their hardest to enlist into the UNSC. What choice did they have? Go live on the streets?
Elena was put into ONI. Noah, on the other hand, joined the UNSC. He wanted to fight, like they did. Like the Spartan that saved them. Of course, that combat potential meant that he wasn't the most well liked of individuals.
Noah glanced at the window, showing the outside of Earth. The Garrison was one of the most advanced training facilities for any upcoming military personnel, and where better to train the next generation than Humanities home? Noah hated Earth, he preferred Reach. It was quieter there, more nature. More green, more natural life. Earth was just city upon city and building. The closest they had to untouched life was canyons and oceans, which were in abundance. Very little farmland and green left. The Recourse wars was a big reason why Humanity started to colonize other planets. Noah began to see his own reflection in the mirror. He had changed from the small boy he was on Reach. He sported a shaved haircut, save for the top of his hair, which stayed and was messily strewn about. The sides of his hair were growing back, enough to cover the scalp. He had tanner skin, like many from Reach. His eyes, leaf green.
"Nah, he's fine! Unlike this training program were doing!" Lance hollered, pumping his arms in preparation. Noah rolled his eyes, of course Lance would do that. He was Lance.
"Or we're going to crash and burn. Like we always do." Pidge commented from her gaming session, her voice lax. Again, that was something Pidge would say all the time. The smaller teenager was very well known as the realist of their team, like how Hunk was the worry wart, Lance the ladies man, and Noah as the straight man and the "stick in the mud."
"Relax Pidge, we'll get it right! Cause we're the best!" Lance whooped as he rushed off the elevator and hurried into the training. Pidge rolled his eyes as he followed after, and following him was Hunk. Noah stayed behind for a moment, taking a breath, before slipping on his commissioned helmet, grabbed a BR85N Service Rifle off of a rack, and strode into the training sim.
Operation Voltron
Chapter One: The Rise of Voltron
"Galaxy Garrison flight log 5-11-14. Begin descent to Moon of Arcadia for rescue mission." Lance recorded into the logbook as the slipspace jump concluded, himself outfitted with standard UNSC pilot gear. The GA-TL1 Longsword was a perfect vehicle of choice for a 4 man rescue operation. As they descended to the moon, Lance jerked the ship, making everything rumble. Hunk looked nauseous, extreme motion did not agree with larger teen, who was equipped with standard gear, as with everyone else on the Longsword.
"Augh. Lance, can you keep this thing straight?" Hunk begged the Cuban teenager, who smirked in response.
"Relax, Hunk, I'm just getting a feel for the stick. I mean it's not like I did this!" Lance then jerked the controls, making the entire ship shake. Hunk groaned in agony, his nausea increasing. "Or this!" Lance jerked it again. Hunk held his mouth, feeling sick.
"Cut it out Lance, unless you want to wipe Hunk's beef stroganoff out of every nook and cranny!" Noah yelled at the pilot. Before he could continue his berating of Lance, the communication moniter began to flash. Pidge, being in charge of communication, investigated. The smallest teen saw a small arrow pointing to a location on the virtual map.
"We've picked up a distress signal!"
"Alright, look alive, team! Pidge, track coordinates!"
"Copy!" The Longsword then swerved downwards and towards the navcomputers signal, but as it did so rumbling began to occur on the ship. Noah gritted his teeth as he tightly gripped the DMR in his hand.
"Knock it off, Lance, please!" Hunk begged
"Oh this one's on you, buddy. We've got a hydraulic stabilizer out." Lance responded. Hunk turned to his monitor, attempting to assess the situation.
"Oh no-" He chocked out, before lurching over and beginning to choke on his own vomit.
"Hunk! Work now, puke later!" Noah shouted at Hunk, only to get gurgling from the other teen. "Oh for the love of-Szuka fiam!" Noah unstrapped himself and rushed to Hunk, beginning the Heimlich manuever.
"I lost contact. The shaking is interfering with our sensors." Pidge shouted to everyone.
"Come on, Hunk!" Lance shouted, only to be bitten back by Noah with a harsh reprimand.
"He's choking IDIOT!" Finally, Noah managed to save Hunk's life and gave him the gift of speech back.
"It's not responding...Ugh gooood..." Hunk began to attempt to recalibrate and fix the error in the machine. "Oh, never mind, fellas. Thar she blows. Preparing for approach on visual."
"I don't think that's advisable with our current mechanical and... gastrointestinal issues." Pidge told their pilot, to which Hunk and Noah agreed with him.
"Stop worrying. This baby can take it. Can't you, champ?" The ship groaned and rumbled violently in response. "Uh, see? She was—she was nodding. She was nodding."
Noah slapped himself in the face, and said "No, that was the ship telling you that your going to kill us! Pidge, establish contact and tell them we're Oscar Mike to their position!"
"Who put you in charge?!" Lance complained, and thus another argument broke out between them on the merits of who was leader and who should be flying, as per usual.
Pidge unfastened her seat-belt and reached for the Comms. "Attention lunar vessel—Uwah!" He was knocked away from the controls by the Longsword shaking, something had hit it. "What are you doing? Buckle your belt we got company!" Two Banshees of the Banished were circling around, towards the Longsword.
"Hunk, fix the gearbox and stabilize the ship!" Noah hollered, his temper and panic rising with every second.
"I-I'm try—ah-ah o-oh no—!" And just like that, Hunk was back to puking. In the main gearbox nonetheless. However, this did cause the rumbling to stop...for some reason.
"Attention lunar vessel," Pidge began while Hunk returned to his seat. "This is UNSC Rescue Craft One Victor Two Five Two Five. Coming in for landing and extraction despite heavy fire, and Crew recommendations." Pidge glared at Lance, with Noah following suit.
"Uh, no time for your mutinous comments now, Pidge. They're going under and we're going in." Lance spoke with determination...yet recklessness in Noah's eyes. Protocol was clear when you were in a situation like this, take out all enemy fighters before extraction.
Lance however, did not care for protocol and instead flew the ship downwards, towards the extraction, bobbing and weaving his way through a canyon and doing his best to avoid being hit by-
"Look out for that overhang!" Pidge yelled as Lance dodged.
"No worries! My first year in flight school, you know what they called me? They called me 'The Tailor' because of how I-"
"That's it! Move!" Noah shouted, interrupting Lance as he attempted to wrestle the controls away.
"What the hell are you doing, kill us?!"
"I'm saving the mission from your lunacy!"
"MINE?! YOUR TRYING TO TAKE THE CONTROLS FROM ME!" As the two teenagers fought, Hunk looked out the window, and noticed a rather small problem. "Uh, guy's..?"
"I'm gonna take your Battle Rifle and shove it up your-"
"Guys?"
"Yeah, like you could even TOUCH me in combat sim's you Pupák"
"Guys!"
"WHAT HUNK?!" Both of them shouted at their teammate, who meekly pointed to the right, outside their longsword.
"We lost a wing." The two then looked at the lost wing, then at each other, exasperated. The ship was clearly crashing.
"Aw shit." The longsword then slammed into the ground, flipping and being shredded before just exploding. Luckily, the team would not face this level of pain, as all they saw on the window was darkness.
"SIMULATION FAILED." The resident AI, Henryk, announced as the team all gave a collected groan.
"Nice job, Tailor." Lance raised his brow in anger at Noah's insult, and made his move to insult him back but before he could do this, the entrance door opened and Commander Iverson shouted "Roll out, donkeys!" The cadets all gave a collective sigh before exiting the simulator to be greeted by their angry commanding officer and sergeant, Iverson. Not to mention everyone else in the academy.
They were not soldiers in training, yet. They were kids.
"Now then" Iverson said to the every cadet in the amphitheater. "Well let's see if we can't use this complete failure as a lesson for the rest of you students. Can anyone point out the mistakes these three so-called cadets made in the simulator."
"The engineer puked in the main gearbox!" One student said, to which Iverson agreed, adding that bile was not a very effective lubricant for any form of engine. He then pressed for more answers. "The Comm Spec removed his safety harness."
"The Medic attempted to wrestle control away from the pilot."
"The Pilot crashed."
"Correct. And worst of all, the whole jump, they're arguing with each other! Heck, if you're going to be this bad individually, you'd better at least be able to work as a team! This UNSC academy exists to turn young cadets like you into the next generation of elite astroexplorers and soldiers, but these kind of mental mistakes are exactly what cost the lives of the men on the Andromeda Mission." Iverson stated, his tone rising with each word. While these words were demoralizing to most of the team, Pidge just got angrier and angrier when he mentioned that mission. The mission where, in order to explore beyond the galaxy, a small team of scientists and UNSC Marines where sent to the edge of the galaxy closest to it's neighbor, Andromeda. Their communications were cut off shortly after arrival, and the mission was deemed a failure, all members MIA
"That's not true sir!" Pidge snapped at the commander, which caused everyone to gape at his outburst.
"What did you say?" Iverson growled.
Pidge tried to talk back, but Lance beat him to the punch by muffling him with his hand.
"Sorry, sir! I-I-I think he may have hit his head when he fell out of his chair. But point taken." Lance sucked up to Iverson, who raised an eyebrow.
"I hope I don't need to remind you that the only reason your here is that the best pilot in your class had a discipline issue and flunked out. Don't follow in his footsteps." He warned Lance, who gulped and recoiled away. Iverson then turned to Noah, who stood at attention, facing forward. "And just because Commander Lasky recommended you to this school doesn't mean you get any special privileges. Remember this Cadet, you are not a Spartan, or a ODST. Hell, your not even a marine yet! So clean up your shit and get in line." He growled at Noah, who, if he even reacted at all, gave no motion.
"Yes sir." He responded.
"Next!" Iverson shouted, letting the team walk away.
XXX
Day turned to night on this side of the Earth, and the UNSC academy was closing down all training and letting it's cadets get some reprieve. "Lights out in five! Everyone back to their dorms, now." Iverson hollered to everyone before exiting the area to do whatever he did. Probably reminisce about the time he 'fought' in the war. It was a common known fact that he got his position through nepotism.
"We really shouldn't be doing this!" Hunk whispered to Lance as they snuck around the corner. They, alongside Noah (who they dragged along despite his insistence on going to sleep) were in their casual wear. For Hunk, this was a yellow shirt, brown jacket and pants, and a headband. Lance had blue jeans, a jacket and a gray t-shirt. Noah wore grey pants and a navy blue shirt, with a military vest on top.
"You heard Commander Iverson. We need to bond as a team." Lance assured his larger friend, to the dismay of Noah.
"Easy for you to say. I'm not the one who barely made it into this academy because the last guy threw a tantrum!"
"Relax, both of you! We're going to grab Pidge, hit the town, loosen up, meet some nice girls, maybe—" Lance chagrined, but was then interrupted by Hunk.
"OK, I'm just—I'm just saying this here, right now, on the record: This is a bad idea." As he finished, the lights went out, darkening the entire hallway. The three of them then began sneaking down the hall, making sure to not make a sound.
"We need to turn back. We'll be suspected of treason and shot if we're spotted, or worse, expelled! I don't want to-" Noah began, but was shushed by Lance.
"You know, for people in a space exploration program, you don't have much of a sense of adventure."
"Not when most of your little 'adventures' end up with us having no dinner, cleaning up the entire armory, and extra laps around the entire 20 mile campus!" Noah lamented. Lance ignored him, and continued to sneak past the instructors lounge, motioning for the two to follow him.
"Oh man..." Hunk moaned as he reluctantly followed. Noah snarled to himself, before following himself. But soon they heard the footsteps of a guard, quickly scanning their surrondings, they're eyes met three recycling bins.
"No..." whispered Noah.
"Yep." Whispered Lance.
The guard came and went quickly, past the three cans. " "L-5 North all clear." The guard spoke to his radio, before leaving their sight. Noah and Lance easily slid out of their cans but Hunk, being heavier and larger than the other two boys, had some difficulty. He got stuck in his and fell to the ground, but managed to squeeze out while grunting
"I'm fine." As they continued their skulking, Noah noticed that the door to Iverson's office was wide open. Grabbing the back's of Lance and Hunk's jackets, he pulled them into another hallway. Waiting for the door to close, they were surprised to see that instead of their grouchy commander, it was their teammate Pidge.
"Where is he going?"
Pidge sat outside, headphones on, listening to the sounds and whirs coming from some complicated machine. The three other boy's crept up behind her, Noah especially curious. This tech looked WAY to advanced to be available for public use or purchase.
"You come here to rock out?" Pidge yelled at Lance's comment as he quickly turned to face the three of them, obviously startled. " "Agh!—Oh, Lance, Hunk, Noah. No, um, just looking at stars." He rapidly said.
"Hey where'd you get this stuff? It doesn't look like Garrison tech." Lance commented as he observed the machinery.
"No kidding. This looks like stolen UNSC tech." Noah glared at his teammate, who only rolled his eyes.
"No, I didn't steal it. I built it." She proudly smiled at Noah's widened eyes.
"Bullshit."
"Way."
"No."
"Yep."
"You built all of this?" Hunk asked, trying to touch the machinery. Pidge then slapped his hand away, yelling at him to not touch his equipment.
"With this thing, I can scan all the way to the edge of the outer colonies."
"That right? All the way to the edge of the Galaxy?" Lance picked up, to which made Pidge deject slightly. "You go ballistic every time the instructors bring it up. What's your deal?" As Lance said this, Noah lightly kicked Hunk as he tried to touch Pidge's equipment again.
Noah then spoke up. "As much as I hate Lance-"
"Screw you!"
"...He has a point. If we want to graduate and officially join the UNSC, we need to work together. So out with it." Pidge sighed as he continued to look away.
"Fine. The world as you know it is about to change." He took on a serious look in his eyes. "The Andromeda Mission wasn't lost because of some malfunction or crew mistake—" Before he could continue however, he saw Hunk going for the machinery one last time. "STOP TOUCHING MY EQUIPMENT!" Hunk groaned in anguish, but finally stopped. "... So I've been scanning the system and picking up alien radio chatter."
"Wait, What?" Hunk jumped up, surprised. "Aliens?"
"Is it Covenant?" Noah jumped in, a bit of anger in his voice. "No, it's far from any known Alien language we've ever seen!"
"OK, so you're insane. Got it." Lance then said.
Pidge then spoke up. "I'm serious! They keep repeating one word: "Voltron". And tonight, it's going crazier than I have ever heard it." She then showed them a sketch he made of some flaming warrior with a fire sword, the words "VOLTRON" scrawled over it. Everyone looked at him with widened eyes, Hunk being the one to nervously fidget.
"How crazy?" Lance asked. However, before Pidge could answer, the alarms of the garrison began to go off.
"Attention students!" The intercom went off, Iverson being the one to speak through it. "This is not a drill. We are on lockdown! Security situation Zulu Niner. Repeat: All students are to remain in barracks until further notice."
The four of them stood up, Noah instinctively reaching for a weapon, but remembering he didn't have one. "What's going on here?" He asked aloud.
"Uh...is that a meteor? A very very big meteor?!" They all looked up, Noah half expecting Slipspace portals to open and Covenant ships to pop out, but no. It was a meteor. Pidge grabbed some binoculars and spied upon it.
"It's a ship!" Lance then took it out of his hands and looked through them as well. "Holy crap! I can't believe what I'm seeing! That's not one of ours!"
"No. It's one of theirs." Pidge said.
"So wait, there really are aliens out there?!" Hunk almost screamed. The four of them then watched as the Spaceship flew down to the surface, burning up from atmospheric entry. It crashed into the desert, the hit being visable from miles away. They also saw the various vehicles sent out by the Garrison. Warthogs, Trucks, even a Scorpion Tank! Pidge turned to the three others, and said
"We gotta see that ship!" He then ran out the doors and down the stairs. Noah, getting over his initial shock, followed after him. "Come on Hunk!" Lance added, before following the others. Hunk was the last to follow, as he said "Oh, this is the worst team-building exercise ever."
By the time the four of them had arrived at the crash site, the impact site had already been quarantined. A large dome tent surrounded the center of the crater, multiple vehicles set up as defenses. Noah and Lance laid on there stomachs in a prone positon, Lance being the one with the binoculars. Hunk was watching the position, and Pidge was using her equipment. "Whoa..." Everyone was shocked, the ship's outline could be seen and it was nothing they could recognize. Not Covenant, not Human, not anything! It was...something else..."What the heck is that thing?"
"I...don't know." Noah said.
"And who the heck is she!?" Yep, Lance would do something like that. Slapping the teen's head, Noah took the binoculars from him and peered out with them. "They got guards stationed everywhere. We'll never get past them, nor should we."
"Oh, now you want to turn back!"
"Yes Lance! This could get us expelled if we're found out! We could be stuck on this goddamn planet and never do anything with our lives!" He panted a bit, catching his breath from his mini rant, not noticing his teammates glances at him.
"Aw, man. Yeah, we—yeah I guess there's nothing to do but head back to the barracks, right?" Hunk said quickly, drawing everyone's attention back to the main topic at hand.
Pidge spoke up. "Wait. They set up a camera in there and I grabbed its feed. Look!" They all hurdled around the monitor, and saw through the camera's a rather strange scene. A man was strapped to a table, ranting and yelling with three ONI scientists and Doctors around him. He was a tall and broad-shouldered young Japanese man with pale skin, a muscular frame, thick jaw, and wide-set chin. He has black hair shaved into an undercut with short white bangs centered on his forehead. He also had prominently thick, angular eyebrows and his dark gray eyes are notably drawn with a winged outer tip. Across the bridge of his nose, a thin scar. He was wearing rags over a black jumpsuit.
"Hey! What are you doing?" The four of them heard from the video feed.
"Calm down, Shiro. We just need to keep you quarantined until we run some tests on you." It seemed that the much 'beloved' commander of the Garrison was there.
"You have to listen to me! They're like the Covenant, they destroy worlds! You gotta listen to me!"
"That's Shiro!" Lance said to the group, his face filled with awe. "The pilot of the Andromeda Mission! That guy's my hero! He was part of the Requim incident!"
"Guess he's not dead." Noah added, a bit suspicious as to why. Why would a decorated military pilot, who's been missing for several years, just crash onto Earth, the home planet of the Human Race? However, it seemed that none of his team shared his suspicions. "Where's the rest of the crew?" Pidge asked.
They shrugged, and continued to watch the camera feed. "Do you know how long you've been gone?" Iverson asked.
"I don't know. Months? Years? Look, there's no time. They are coming here for a weapon. They're probably on their way. They'll destroy us! We have to find Voltron!"
"Voltron!" Pidge said aloud. So they're was something called Voltron. Good to know. Noah frowned as he recalled what Shiro said about Aliens destroying worlds. Sounded a lot like what the Covenant did with Glassing. "Sir, take a look at this. It appears his arm has been replaced with a cyborg prosthetic, material unknown."
"Put him under and send him to ONI. The egghead's 'll know what to do." Iverson responded to the technicians observation, which sent Shiro panicking.
"Don't, don't put me under! No! No, there's no time! Let me go!" The feed then cut out with Pidge closing the laptop.
"They didn't ask about the rest of the crew." He added, saddened.
Lance frowned. "What are they doing? The guy's a legend. They're not even gonna listen to him?"
Pidge agreed. "We have to get him out." However, Noah didn't. He was shocked, no flabbergasted.
"Are you serious? Did you just forget that all possible entries into the area are covered, and that these guy's are ONI? Why-Why would you even think of trying to get in? This is a matter of Galactic security if Shiro's not lying about aliens that aren't Covies!"
"Because they're not taking this seriously! Did you see what they were doing? They just put him under without him explaining anything." Lance harshly told his teammate, who remained unconvinced. "Plus, we didn't have proper motivation before, we do now." Lance paused. "We've just got to think. Could we tunnel in?
"Maybe we could get some hazmat suits and sneak in like med techs." Pidge added, which Lance nodded at.
"Or we dress up like cooks, sneak into the commissary... little late-night snack." Hunk said, a small smile on his face. Everyone looked at him, all with a blank expression.
"... No. What we need is a distraction." Lance came up with the idea. A brilliant deduction! Except one small issue...
"Right. A distraction, in the middle of the desert. We're going to make a distraction. Great thinking Lance." Noah then gestured to the surrounding landscape. "It's-It's not like a distraction will just, fucking happen right now!" As he finished, a distraction happened. Who knew? The explosion's could be seen from miles away under the clear night sky, and it looked like an attack. The others screamed while Noah jumped down on the ground and covered his ears, it was protocol.
"Is that the aliens?! Are—Tha—The—Is that the aliens?!" Hunk stammered, obviously terrified. "Are they here?! They got here so quick!"
"No." Pidge said, his hands cupping his eyes as he scanned the surrounding area. "Those explosions were a distraction, for him!" He pointed at where he was looking. They could all see a lone Hovercraft, something looking like it was reversed engineered from a Covenant Ghost, zooming to the quarantine while the UNSC vehicles headed to the source's of the explosions. "The Garrison's headed towards the blast, and he's sneaking in from the other side!"
Lance then looked through his binoculars at the new party of this ordeal, and what he saw pissed him off to no end! "No way...! That cannot be him!"
"Who?" Noah asked as he took the binoculars from Lance. "It's Keith. What's he doing?
"Oh, he is not going to beat us in there! That guy is always trying to one-up me!"
"Wait Wait Wait, are you sure it's Keith?" Hunk asked, to which Noah responded.
"Who else has a jacket and mullet like Keith?" Lance began to run down the hill and towards the base, after his 'Rival.' "GODDAMNIT LANCE!" Noah shouted as he ran after him, with Hunk and Pidge following suit, the smaller one of the group kept on shouting two words.
"Who's Keith?!"
The run to the tent's was rather quick, seeing as how they were in full sprint, and the knew where they were going. As they followed Lance into the main tent, Noah noticed the bunch of bodies slumped on the floor. They were bruised and knocked out, but no dead ones. It seemed that Keith wasn't killing anyone. But those thoughts were dashed away when they reached the main room.
"Nope. No you—No, no, no, no, no, no, no you don't. I'm saving Shiro." Lance stammered, grabbing the slump body by the shoulders. Noah payed little attention to the ensuing 'conversation' from the two boy's and he kneeled over Iverson's knocked out body. He slowly then grabbed the commanders M6H Personal Defense Weapon System, a handy little pistol. He grabbed the 5 clips for it from Iverson and followed the rest of the team outside, where he caught up with them putting Shiro's sleeping body onto Keith's hovercraft.
"Hey Keith."
"Hey...Noah?"
"Yeah. How's it going?"
"...Not too terrible?"
"Yeah, sure." He said as he climbed on. He didn't know why he was doing this.
"Is this thing going to be big enough for all of us?" Pidge asked the older boy, who responded with onle a single word.
"No." However, before he could say anything else, they noticed the Garrison coming back, and they obviously noticed them. Keith turned on the Hovercraft and took off at full speed, with everyone on board. Hunk on the back, Lance and Noah on the wings and Pidge holding Shiro steady. As they raced away from the Garrision warthogs, it was clear that they were catching up.
"Can't this thing go any faster?" Lance yelled.
"We could toss out some non-essential weight!" The other boy replied.
"Life first, Insult's later!" Noah hollered.
"Big Man, lean left!" Keith ordered Hunk, to which he did. The hovercraft turned left with his weight around a Corner, with Two Hog's in hot pursuit. However, they had managed to run into each other, and both of them went rolling and tumbling away.
"Aw man! Mr. Harris just chiked out Professor Montgomery! ... No, no, he's fine." Hunk observed, like an audience member in a gladiator arena.
"Big man, lean right!" Hunk complied and the hovercraft jumped off one cliff to the next, causing another Hog to crash. But before anyone could celebrate their small victory, they...noticed something up ahead.
"Keith, is that a cliff?!" Noah 'asked.' (If by asked, you mean shouted in panic.)
"Yep."
"Ooooh no, no, no! No, no, no, no—!" Lance
"ARE YOU CRAZY?" Noah.
"Yep." Keith.
As he smirked, Keith increased acceleration. The Hovercraft roared even louder as it reached the edge...and jumped off. They fell, screaming along the way, well, except Keith and Shiro.
"YOUR GOING TO KILL US!" Noah shouted, covering his eyes.
"Shut up and trust me!" Keith said as he shifted the controls, and with a grunt, forced the craft upwards into a more normal position. As they landed on the ground, Keith speed forward, carrying everyone away from the Garrison vehicles who were watching from above the cliff, too afraid and injured to carry on the chase.
XXX
The desert shack wasn't the largest shack in the world of Earth, but it managed to fit everyone inside. However, that didn't mean people were happy that they were here. Noah sat down, ignoring the others as they rested or chatted. Shiro and Keith were outside, and Lance and Hunk were ranting on about how "cool" the adventure was.
"Dude, you ok?" Pidge sat down next to Noah, looking concerned. "
No, I'm fan-fucking-tastic. Thanks" He replied.
"Hey, don't get pissy at me here, I'm just asking if your alright!" Pidge made his way to leave, but Noah stopped him by grabbing his hand.
"Sorry, just...*sigh*" He let go of the smaller teen's arm, who sat back down. "Not easy waking up in the morning realizing that your entire life's work has gone down the fucking drain!" He shouted the last few words as he kicked a random rock lying around, grunting in pain. He then looked at the gun he acquired from Iverson, the magnum was in good shape. Solid, clean. "No Pidge. I'm not ok. Far as I know, I've just signed my own death warrant."
"Hey, It suck's. But your here now and there's nothing you can do about it. Besides, you got us now." Pidge responded, a small smile on his face.
"I know. I'm screwed." Pidge punched him in the shoulder in response. After he did this, Shiro and Keith entered the shack, the Pilot fully awake now. Keith then threw off a tarp on the side of a wall, revealing an entire map, notes and diagrams. "What have you been working on?" Shiro asked the younger teen.
"I can't explain it, really. After getting booted from the Academy, I was kinda... lost and... felt myself drawn out to this place. It's like something... some energy, was telling me to search." Keith responded, pointing to there current location."For what?"
"Well, I didn't really know at the time..." Keith began. "Until I stumbled across this area. It's an outcropping of giant boulders with caves covered in these ancient markings. Each tells a slightly different story about a blue lion, but they all share clues leading to some event, some arrival happening last night. Then you showed up last night."
Shiro looked down at the ground, processing all this information. He then turned to the others, Noah fiddling with his new magnum. "... I should... thank you all for getting me out. Lance, right?" He offered Lance his prosthetic hand, which obviously unnerved the cuban. But he steeled himself and shook it. Pidge also shook his hand, with Hunk hanging back and Noah looking onwards. " "The nervous guy's Hunk, the stick in the mud's Noah and I'm Pidge."
"Fuck off." Noah grunted.
"...So, did anyone else from your crew make it out?" Pidge asked the former pilot, who only looked down.
"I'm not sure. I remember the mission and being captured. After that, it's just bits and pieces." Shiro said, but before he could continue Hunk spoke up.
"Yeah, sorry to interrupt, but back to the aliens. Where are they now? Are they coming? Are they coming for all of us? Like where are they at this very moment?"
"I can't really put it together. I-I remember the word 'Voltron'." Shiro said, with Noah butting in.
"Pidge picked it up in her scanner's last night as well. If these Alien's wanna find, we should get to it before they do."
"Good thinking Noah. But how do we find it? I really don't think it's going to magically show up." Shiro responded with a nod. Alright, getting on the commander's good side. Things may be looking up for Noah...probably not. He was still screwed.
"Well last night, I was rummaging through Pidge's stuff." Hunk began as he pulled out some stuff from Pidge's bag that he brought along. "...And I found this picture. Look it's his girlfriend." The picture wasn't much to look at, just Pidge and a smaller girl hugging. Noah found it strange, Pidge didn't look like himself in the photo. He was too tall in it. The girl on the other hand...
"Hey, gimme that! What were you doing in my stuff?" Pidge interrupted his thoughts when he snatched back the photo.
"I wa—I was looking for a candy bar. But then, I started reading his diary."
"WHAT?!" Pidge snatched away the book from Hunk, who continued.
"And I noticed that the repeating series of numbers the aliens are searching for looks a lot like a fraunhofer line."
"Frown who?" Noah asked, a bit confused. He wasn't dumb by any means, but unlike Pidge and Hunk, he and Lance were not focused on Intel or machinery back at the Garrison. Noah knew the basics, as it was required.
"It's a number describing the emission spectrum of an element, only this element doesn't exist on Earth." Hunk said. "I thought it might be this Voltron, and I think I can build a machine to look for it, kinda like a Voltron Geiger Counter." Everyone looked at Hunk, who only glanced at everyone around him. He wasn't used to this kind of attention.
"Hunk, you big, gassy genius!" Lance exclaimed, giving the big man a fist bump.
"It's pretty fascinating, really. Th-The wavelength looks like this." He pulled out a sheet of paper with a linegraph on it. Keith took it from him and held it in front of the diagrams. A match.
"Ok, this is creepy." Noah added, and everyone nodded. It was. Keith walked over to a small locker he had stored away in the corner, and opened it.
"It may not look good right now." Kieth grunted as he pulled out an entire set of ODST battle armor. It was an older set, battered and discolored, but it was functional. Looked like it came straight from the Human-Covenant War. "But we'll need it." He tossed the helmet to Noah, who grabbed it quickly.
XXX
The hour drive to the matching canyon went relatively quickly. The 6 of them used two civilian warthogs Keith had at his shack, alongside some weapons he had. Currently, Noah was armed with a BR85N Service Rifle, same with Shiro. Lance took a M395B Designated Marksman Rifle. Pidge, a M20/Personal Defense Weapon. Kieth had a MA5D Individual Combat Weapon System. Finally, Hunk took a M45D Tactical Shotgun. Disembarking from their vehicles, they observed the canyon and compared it to the drawing. "... OK. I admit it. This is super freaky." Lance and Pidge paid no mind as they tested the "VOLTRON Geiger Counter" they made on the way there. It was attached to a large backpack Pidge was carrying by a wire, as the smaller one held up a disk.
"I'm getting a reading." Hunk said and began to walk, leading the team through the canyon. Noah, Lance, Kieth and Shiro kept their weapons at the ready, Noah especially. Out of all of them, he was by far the most paranoid. Even the ODST Armor he was wearing didn't help. But did feel good wearing it. He kept his magnum at the side, a suppressor attached to it recently. They walked through the canyon for around 10 minutes, the Geiger counter's noise fading up and down. Until the counter began to flare up when they reached the open mouth of a cave. They entered, Noah going in last due to him covering them from behind. Using his helmet lights, Noah lit up the wall's of the cave revealing a multitude of carvings and symbols in the cave.
"What are these?" Shiro asked.
"These are the lion carvings I was telling you about. They're everywhere around here." Keith responded. The team inspected the carvings, Noah looking at one on the side. It showed...a battle of sorts. Some type of warriors fighting each other, though he didn't know what or who they were. To the side of him, Lance was looking at the carving of some Lion. He touched it for a second, but pulled away when the cracks began to light up!
"Whoa... Whoa!" Lance exclaimed as everyone awed. Noah immediately raised his rifle, it could be a trap.
"Heh, they've never done that before." Keith said. However, after he said that, the floor began to crack. The cracks glowed blue, and after a quick second, the ground gave way and everyone fell in the hole. As everyone screamed, Noah tried to grab on to anything, but to no avail. Soon however, they landed in a pool of water, with Lance landing onto Noah's back.
"you...asshole..." He moaned.
"Sorry!" Lance responded as he rubbed his neck. Looking up, he gasped as he saw the face of a giant mechanical lion stare back at him. It was surrounded by what looked to be an energy dome. The lion itself was blue and white, with yellow eyes.
"They are everywhere." Lance whispered to himself.
"Is this it? Is this the Voltron?" Pidge asked, uncertain.
"It... must be." Shiro responded.
"This is what's been causing all this crazy energy out here." Keith said, certain of what he was saying. Noah stayed silent, removing his helmet. The six of them began to walk towards it, eyeing it with caution. "Look's like there's a shied around it."
"Does anyone else get the feeling this is staring at them?" Lance asked the group. Noah raised an eyebrow at this. Staring at him? Why would this thing, if it was at all alive, stare at Lance? "No." He said. "Yeah. The eyes are totally following me" The Cuban responded. Keith was the first to reach the forcefield. He touched it, tried to push it. No response. "I wonder how we get through this."
"Maybe you just have to knock." Keith frowned at Lance's cockiness. He looked over to Noah, who just shrugged. Lance then approached the energy field, and actually knocked. Three times. A second passed, then the energy shield began to evaporate away, leaving behind the lion. However, everyone else just...froze. Noah stood there, looking at his team, confused. He waved his hand's in front of Shiro's eyes, no response. He checked their pulse, normal. "Uhhh...guy's?"
Instantly after he said that, they began to respond. They all said "Woah..."
"Uh, did everyone just see that?" Lance questioned, with everyone shaking their heads. Well, everyone but Noah. "No, I...didn't see anything."
"Your kidding, right? How could you not have seen that!"
"Wait, what did you even see?"
"Voltron is a robot! Voltron is a huge, huge, awesome robot!" Hunk exclaimed, his arms in the air.
"And this thing is only one part of it! I wonder where the rest of them are." Pidge added. As the other's talked among themselves, Noah questioned what just happened. However, before he could ask any questions, the lion's mouth opened. The head lowered, showing a passageway. Hunk and Pidge shouted in surprise and Noah aimed at the beast. But Lance just smirked. He made his way to enter it.
"Lance, the hell you doing? Get back here!" Noah yelled.
"Relax Noah, I'm just checking it out. Besides, I think it want's to take us somewhere." He then ran inside, ignoring Noah's shouts. Grumbling, Noah sprinted after him and was followed by the others. As they entered the head of the Lion, the could see Lance already sitting down on a chair. The front showed a screen, with the cavern being fully visible. Holograms and maps were in front of Lance as he smirked.
Hunk then said, with a bit of tension in his voice, "OK guys, I-I feel the need to point out, just so that we're all, y'know, aware: We are in some kind of futuristic alien cat head right now." As he said this, Lance began to space out, then interrupted his friend.
"Whoa, did you guys just hear that?"
"What, hear what?" Noah asked.
"I-I think it's talking to me." Lance said, which Noah shook his head at. No way.
"Why am I the only one not hearing things? Have you all just lost it collectivly?" Noah was ignored.
"Hmm... Um..." Lance muttered as he pushed some buttons. Suddenly, the Lion stood up and roared mightily, startling Pidge and Hunk. "OK. Got it. Now let's try this." With that, he pushed forward a handlebar. The Blue Lion charged straight out of a wall, and out the mountain it went. It ran across the desert, jumping and flipping all around. Everyone, besides Lance and Shiro, was screaming for their lives.
"LANCE! YOU ARE. THE WORST. PILOT. EVER. OF. ALL. TIME." Noah shouted, feeling nauseous.
"Isn't this awesome?!" Lance shouted to his friends.
"Make it stop! Make it stop!" Guess who said that. Hunk. It was Hunk.
"I'm not making it do anything. It's like it's on autopilot!" He shouted back. True to his point, the Lion began to take off into the sky.
"Where are you going?!" Kieth demanded.
"I just said it's on autopilot! It says there's an alien ship approaching Earth. I think we're supposed to stop it."
"What did it say, exactly?!" Pidge asked, himself wanting answers...and to get off this Lion due to Lance's skills.
"Well, it's not like it's saying words, more like feeding ideas into my brain. Kind of." He responded.
"Well, if this thing is the weapon they're coming for, why don't we just, like—I don't know, give it to them? Maybe they'll leave us alone. Sorry, Lion, nothing personal." Hunk suggested, an apologetic tone.
"Sure, like we'd hand over our lives to the covenant! Shiro said last night that these aliens were coming and they destroyed worlds. If they want this Lion, we're not giving them it." Noah harshly said, making everyone look at him.
"Noah's right. These monsters spread like a plague throughout the galaxy, destroying everything in their path. There's no bargaining with them. They won't stop until everything is dead." Everyone then stared at Hunk.
"... Oh. Never mind then."
The Lion had now left the atmosphere, the blackness of space surrounding them and the planet behind them known as Earth. Most of the time, when someone would leave Earth they had to go through multitudes of checks and security at Cairo Station or another security zone. However, the Lion was on the other side of the world, and this area never had people exit the planet. They always had to go through Cairo Station. They flew away from the planet, and had actually managed to make it out of the radar of the Planet when a massive warship appeared before them. It was much different from ANY covenant Cruiser or battleship.
"..Whoa..."
"They found me..." Shiro said. Almost immediately, the warship opened fire. Blasts of purple energy rippled through space, targeting the Lion. Behind them, they could see the lights of Cairo Station flash up, preparing to fire back. "We've got to get it out of here!" Pidge told the pilot. "Hold on!" Lance responded as he began evasive maneuvers. Dodging the laser beams and twirling away from any missiles. ""Ah! All right! OK, I think I know what to do!" He said.
"Lance, this isn't a simulator! We could die!" Noah hollered.
"Well that's good. I always wreck the simulator."
"...We're fucked." Lance pushed some buttons as the Lion sped towards the Warship. The Lion then opened it's mouth, and a large beam of blue energy shot out of it. It traveled in a line, causing large explosions on the hull of the ship. "Let's try this." He then made the Lion grab onto the ship, and used it's claw's to tear open several holes in it.
"Nice job, Lance!" Shiro complimented.
"OK, I think it's time to get these guys away from our planet." Noah agreed with Lance. Protect Humanity, no matter the cost. The Lion instantly sped away from the ship, traveling insanely quickly. The ship pursued, keeping up with the Lion.
"They're gaining on us!" Pidge yelped.
"It's weird. They're not trying to shoot us. Th-They're just chasing." Lance said, a bit of concern in his voice.
"They must really want this Lion." Noah added on.
"OK, seriously, now we think having aliens follow us is good? I am not on board with this new direction, guys." Hunk said. Keith then asked where they were, looking out the window. Instantly, the spotted...pluto? "Edge of the solar system. There's Kerberos." Shiro answered.
"It takes hours for our ships to get out this far. We got out here in five seconds." Pidge said in uproar. Obviously, the Lion wasn't Human. Before anyone could say anything on the matter, they were greeted by what appeared to be a circular and intricate design of light.
"What the hell. Is that?!" Noah shouted, pointing to the "Hole".
"It look's like a Slipspace Jump." Lance said, before spacing out again. "Uh, this may seem crazy, but I think the Lion wants us to go through there."
"Where does it go?" Pidge asked.
"I-I don't know. Shiro, you're the senior officer here. What should we do?" Everyone looked to Shiro, who began to contemplate. They could stay and turn around to Earth, get UNSC backup. But they didn't know the full extent of the Alien warships power. They could leave, but they might be lost in space. Both choices were risky. But he knew what they had to do.
"Whatever's happening, the Lion knows more than we do. I say we trust it, but we're a team now. We should decide together." Everyone looked at each other. Everyone but Noah nodded, he sighed before reluctantly nodding as well.
"... All right. Guess we're all ditching class tomorrow." With that, he flew the Lion into the hole, into darkness.
Well, that's the first chapter! How did you all think it went? Good, Bad, Mediocre? I dunno, it's up to you to decide.
But we now have a feeling for how this story's going to be like, and our Protagonist. Noah is a bit different from my other characters, in the fact that he's not really as special as the other's. He's not going to be a pilot. He's a soldier, and he has some trauma to him. I do have a planned arc for him to go through the story with, but I can't just tell you what happens! That'll ruin everything!
Wow, I just realized that this is the longest chapter I've ever written for any of my stories. I hope you all enjoy whats going to come!
See you all next time.