Chapter 3
A/N: I just own the story and my OCs, nothing else is mine. And translations for complex alien conversations (when relevant) will be at the bottom of the page.
"Wow," Lance said as the lion flew out of the portal. In front of them they could see the void of space, as well as a planet. It had bodies of water like Earth, but instead of green it seemed to be a mix of yellows and oranges.
Unfortunately, they didn't have long to admire it as Hunk gagged and vomited right on the floor. Those beside him grimace, scooching away to avoid getting contaminated. "Sorry."
"Good, you can clean it," Jaz stated.
"I'm just surprised it took this long," Pidge muttered.
Shiro leaned forwards, eyes moving rapidly as he examined the stars around them. "I don't recognize any of these constellations. We must be a long way from Earth."
"We just went through a wormhole," Jaz deadpanned, "we could literally be anywhere."
"Hey guys, I think the lion wants to go to this planet," Lance said as the world started to get closer. "I think's it's going home."
"Maybe whoever made this thing will have a way for us go get back to our home," Keith said gabbing the back of the chair, preparing to brace. No matter the ship, entering the atmosphere of a world was always a rough ride.
"Personal space guys!" Lance exclaimed. "And Hunk! Your breath is killing me!"
The other boy didn't seem to hear as he stared wide eyed as the first glows of the atmospheric fire that occurred upon entry. "Uh, am I the only one having second thoughts about this? You know, flying through a mysterious wormhole? Why are we even listening to a robotic lion?"
Lance scoffed, "It got us away from that alien warship didn't it!"
"I'm not sure you've noticed, but we're in an alien warship," Keith reminded.
"Why you scared?"
"With you at the helm? Terrified."
"All right, knock it off," Shiro interjected, ending the fight before it could even start, "Look, none of us are happy to be in this situation. But we're here now. And if we're going to get through this, we need to work together."
"So what do we do?" Pidge spoke up.
"First, we figure out where we're heading," Shiro said.
"We're heading towards the surface of the planet," Jaz deadpanned.
"Besides the obvious," he grumbled. "Lance?"
"Uhh…I don't know," he said. Glancing around he could see them all staring at him. "I'm serious! The lion stopped talking to me—Wait…shh! I think I hear something."
Everyone went quiet, trying to listen. It was soft, barely audible even in silence. "I hear it," Keith said.
"It's kinda like…like a high-pitched squeal?" Hunk added.
The source of the sound came in the form of a wretched stench hitting their noses.
"C'mon Lance!"
"Really?!"
"Aw! That's disgusting!"
Lance grinned, clearly taking pleasure at their misfortune. "But seriously, there's a castle up ahead."
Still covering their noses, they looked to the front, watching with wide eyes as they saw a magnificent white castle on a cliff. Unlike castles of Earth, this one seemed to have a central tower surrounded by four smaller pillars slightly buried under the ground, and it was attached to the mainland by a thin, crumbling bridge.
"I guess that's where we're going," Jaz said as the lion flew around it, getting closer to the ground. The lion landed on the ground, lowering it's head to the ground.
"Keep your guard up guys," Shiro cautioned as they moved to the back. Stepping down the very ramp they walked earlier on Earth to the soil of an alien world.
Keith glanced around at the environment. So far, things seemed clear—though he would've preferred to see his scanner to know for sure. The prettiest places were always had the most dangers. Besides, he was more than willing to bring his armor out in front of the others if it came down to it. Better to be revealed than to let them die.
Metal groaned and they all turned, watching as the massive lion rose back to its full height, causing Hunk to scream in terror. "I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO EAT US!"
Instead of eating them like the other boy predicted, the massive blue lion merely let out a roar. The ground shook from the sheer force of the roar, and Keith could see parts of the Castle being to light up. Lights on the doors flashed and metal screeched as they forced themselves open, layers of dust and dirt falling off. No one had been in there for a while.
"Oh…guess I was wrong," Hunk said.
Keith took the lead as they approached the doors of the massive Castle. The inside was dark, which made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Every instinct told him to summon his armor and gun; however, nothing had warranted a violent response or even a reason to make precautions, yet.
If something was going to happen, it would happen soon.
Keith watched the darkest corners as they stepped inside. So far nothing seemed to be leaping to attack them, which was good.
"Hello?!"
The call made them all jump and they turned to look at Hunk, who smiled sheepishly. Keith grit his teeth, if their presence wasn't noticed before it certainly was now.
But then again, that would only matter if someone were here.
Some of the lights above flickered on around them chamber. One in particular landed right on them, unlike the rest of the lights, this one was blue in color. So...it could have been a weapon of some sort.
"Lurf guh ofipwowa tdep," an automated voice spoke.
At those words, Keith immediately perked up. He knew that language. It was one of the commonly spoken languages back on Terra. Altean if he recalled correctly. But, what was it doing all the way out here?
"Why are we here?!" Shiro called looking above them for something that could have been hidden in the darkness. "What do you want with us?!"
In response, the lights in the hall head began to flicker to life.
"I guess we're going this way," Pidge said.
"Everyone stay alert, this could be a trap," Jaz cautioned.
Hunk did not appear to hear her as he continued to call out as they walked down the lit pathways, trying to find a response in the darkness.
The lights in front of them continued to blink to life one-by-one as they walked down the hall. Eventually a door was illuminated and it opened. They could all see a large white room, it had a circular drop in the floor and a small console in the center facing several circles on the ground.
"Looks like some sort of control room," Pidge said adjusting her glasses. Approaching the console, she narrowed her eyes, tapping it curiously. In response, the panel flashed, causing the young girl to jump back in alarm holding her hands in the air. "Wasn't my fault!"
Two soft hisses echoed in the room and they watched as two of the circles opened, panels pulling back to reveal a blue glow. Before their eyes, two glowing blue columns rose, inside stood the figures of two people.
"Are…are they dead?" Hunk asked hesitantly.
"Stasis," Jaz replied.
"And I would assume that these two are our hosts," Keith said. "Depending on how long they've been in stasis, it would explain all the dust."
The blue cover of the left one retracted, revealing a young woman with long white hair, dark skin, and pink markings under her eyes. Her chest expanded with a gasp, brilliant blue-pink eyes shooting open as she stretched out a hand, "Father!"
Lance was the first to react as she fell forwards, catching the alien woman in his arms.
"An Altean?" Keith whispered brows furrowing. What was one doing all the way out here? They were nowhere near his home system where they resided. And he knew they weren't close enough to be within a single hyperjump, otherwise he would've been able to recognize at least a few constellations. Sharing a look with Jaz, he could see her confusion at the situation as well.
"Who…who are you?" a soft voice spoke.
"I'm Lance, Lance McClain. And you're right here in my arms."
"Your ears…"
"Yeah?"
"They're hideous," the alien woman deadpanned, causing several of them to snicker, "what's wrong with them?"
"Nothing's wrong with them! They heard exactly what you said about them!" he protested.
A scowl formed on the girl's face as she snatched one of Lance's ears, causing him to yelp in surprise. The Altean woman grabbed Lance's arm, and kicked his legs out from under him, pinning him to the floor. "Who are you?! Where is King Alfor?! What are you doing in my castle?!"
"A blue lion brought us here! That's all we know, I swear!"
That apparently wasn't the right answer to give as he brows furrowed and a glare settled on her face. "How do you have the Blue Lion?! Where is it's paladin?!"
"I don't know! We just found it in a cave and it brought us here!"
With an annoyed scoff, the Atlean stood up, seeming to notice all of them. "How long?"
"What?" Hunk squeaked.
"How long has it been?" she demanded.
"We don't know," Jaz replied. "But why don't you tell us who you are? Maybe we can help."
"I am Princess Allura of Planet Altea," she declared standing tall, tilting her chin up and looking down her nose at them. "I must find out where we are and how long we've been asleep. But first: Who are all of you?"
"I'm Lieutenant Takashi Shirogane of the Galaxy Garrison," Shiro introduced himself, holding out his hand.
"Charmed," Allura nodded. Her gaze fell on Lance, and a momentary flash of irritation flashed on her face before she looked to the next person in line.
"I'm Hunk," he said waving sheepishly.
A small smile crossed the princess's face. "It's nice to meet you, Hunk."
"I'm Pidge," Matt's sister spoke up, quickly introducing herself as she continued to look around.
Allura nodded, before stepping up to Jaz. "And you might be?"
"Captain Jaz Venj of the Awoken-Techeun Crow, and Paladin of the Awoken Royal Army."
"Paladin?" Allura inquired her brows shoot up. "You're the one who flew the lion?"
"Uh, no, that was Lance," she corrected. "A Paladin in my people is essentially a general. I report directly to the Queen."
"You never told me that," Shiro said.
"I was promoted just a few months before Kerberos."
"I see," Allura nodded. "It's a pleasure to meet you Jaz." Her gaze turned to meet the final member of the group, "And you might be?"
"Keith."
"Ah," she nodded. Turning on her heel, she approached the console and pressed something, allowing a glowing screen to materialize in the air.
"Whoa."
The second pod hissed open, revealing an older man with pale skin, blue markings, and bright orange hair and a large mustache. Unlike Allura, he took one look and immediately freaked out. "ENEMY COMBATANTS!" Leaping out of the pod, Lance stepped aside avoiding the blue and white blur lunging at him. The Altean man hit the ground, quickly scrambling to his feet. "Quiznak! You're lucky I have a case of the old sleep chamber knees. Otherwise I'd grab you head like this, wrap you up like so and one two three—sleepy time!"
Keith shook his head as Lance began to say something back. He'd let those two idiots take each other out.
"It can't be," Allura gasped, ending the spat.
The mustached man turned away from Lance, his brows furrowed. "What is it?"
"We've been asleep for ten thousand years!" she gasped stepping back from the console, a hand reaching up to cover her mouth. "Altea…all of our system…it's been destroyed."
Keith glanced away. He knew that feeling all too well. He felt the same way when he learned he couldn't go back with his father to Terra. Not until the Tower was reclaimed and the Cabal driven from their home. And, it was likely she didn't know about the rest of her species being alive either. Of course, that was up in the air given the attacks in the city, who knew how many people had died in those bombs. And who know how many guardians and survivors had been slaughtered during the hunts.
"Coran," Allura whispered rushing to the ginger man, "Father, our entire civilization…it's gone." Tears ran down her face as her sorrow changed to rage. "Zarkon."
"Zarkon?" Shiro gasped taking a step back. He looked alarmed as did Jaz.
"He was the king of the Galra. A vile creature and the enemy of all free people!" the princess snarled, her eyes blazing with barely contained rage.
Keith frowned. Galra…that race sounded familiar. He swore he heard of that race somewhere back when he'd lived on Terra. They weren't natives of his home system, but they also weren't one of their many enemies from outside—otherwise he would've heard of them for sure.
"I remember," Shiro whispered, "Zarkon, we were his prisoners."
"He's still alive?! That's impossible!"
"It's possible it was a name passed down through generations," Keith suggested. He wanted to believe them, Shiro and Jaz were two of his closest friends. But, he also wanted to make sure they had all the details before making plans. One wrong detail could send everything sideways fast.
"It might be, we can't exactly be sure what the original looked like," Jaz nodded. "Either way, he's looking for that superweapon, Voltron."
"He's searching for it cause he knows it's the only thing capable of defeating him," Allura stated. "And that's exactly why we must find it before he does."
"So where do we start?" Keith asked.
Allura looked down, typing on the monitor only to be stopped by the ginger Altean. "Princess, you must eat," he spoke, resting a hand on her shoulder, "it's been ten thousand years."
"I am not hungry."
"Man, ten thousand years," Lance whistled. "That's like a thousand plus ten."
"Times ten," Keith corrected.
"Whatever dropout."
Keith scowled and punching the other teen across the room crossed his mind for a moment. However, as annoying as he was, he hadn't done anything severe enough to warrant a hit. Plus, Shiro would chew him out.
"I can't believe your civilization created such advanced technology ten thousand years ago," Shiro admired. "It must've been an amazing place."
"Yes, it was," the ginger Altean sighed, looking down sadly. Tears began to run down Allura's face, and the older man gently pulled the girl into his arms. "But now it's gone, and we're the last Alteans alive."
A small part of Keith told him to tell them the truth, that there were other Alteans alive back in his home system. But his more rational side stopped him. Last thing his home system needed were more outsiders. Especially ones he didn't know the motives of.
Allura walked back to her pod, kneeling down. "It looked like we're not the last after all," she smiled turning around, holding four small, multicolored mice in her hands.
However, whatever relief she was experiencing was short-lived as red lights began flashing with an alarm. The ginger Altean ran to the console, and he pressed a button. Before their eyes a holographic image came to life, in orbit above, was the clear image of one of the warships that had chased them earlier. "A Galra battleship has set it's tracker on us."
"How did they find us?!" Allura exclaimed.
"I don't know," Lance muttered, crossing his arms, "but I bet it's Keith's fault."
Keith's brow twitched as his head snapped to face the annoying teen. "Say whatever you want about to make yourself feel better, after you got us stuck on the other side of the wormhole!"
"I'LL STICK YOU IN A WORMHOLE!"
"BRING IT ON PRINCESS!"
"Stow it!" Shiro snapped as he stepped between the feuding pair. Taking a hand, he pushed Lance away from Keith while resting a hand on the other boy's shoulder. "This isn't the time to place blame; it's the time to work as a team." Giving them one last warning glare, he turned back to Allura. "How long till they arrive?"
"At their speed?" the male Atlean said, appearing to count on his fingers. "I'd say a couple days."
"Are you sure about that?" Jaz inquired, raising a skeptical brow.
"Pretty sure!"
"Who cares?!" Allura snarled. "Let them come! By the time they get here, you five will formed Voltron. And together, we will destroy Zarkon's empire!"
"So, we have the lion," Lance said.
"There are five lions that make up Voltron," Allura corrected. "You only have one of them."
"Oh."
"So…where are the others?"
"Follow me," Allura stated. She strode from the room, leaving the rest of them to quickly chase after her as she wove through the winding paths of the palace. She led them into what seemed like a throne room, except there were five chairs in the circular room and a giant crystal hanging above a platform in the center of the chamber.
"King Alfor connected the lions to Allura's life force," the ginger Altean said. "She alone is the key to their whereabouts."
"That seems inconvenient," Keith muttered.
"Things were probably different ten thousand years ago," Jaz shrugged.
Before he could retort, a light flashed in the middle of the room before spreading out over them. In its wake, a hologram of the known regions of the galaxy floated around them. "Whoa."
A few planets had bright lights on them, making them more distinguishable from the millions of planets and stars around them. Pidge stepped up to one, adjusting her glasses. "These look like coordinates. It says here that the Black Lion's in the same area as the Blue."
"Look at your primitive synapses firing away in your little brain cage!" the male Altean praised.
Pidge, on the other hand, looked like she was debating the pros and cons of slapping him.
"Very observant," Allura complemented. "That's because the Black Lion's secured here in the castle. My father locked it in to keep it from Zarkon; and only with the other Lions present will it be released. And, as I'm sure you've noticed, the lions choose their pilots. It's a powerful mystical bond that cannot be forced. The quintessence of a pilot is mirrored in their lion. Together they form something greater than science can explain."
"So magic? Got it," Jaz said. "But what does all this have to do with us?"
"Because you all were brought here for a reason," Allura answered as several holograms of five lions, one of which was the one who brought them here. "The Black Lion is the decisive head of Voltron, it will take a pilot who's a born leader and in control at all times; someone whose men will follow into battle without hesitation," before their eyes the Black Lion began to move, flying around them before coming to a stop in front of Shiro. "That is why Shiro, you will pilot the Black Lion."
Feeling a pulse of confusion in his chest, Keith prodded at the bond between him and his ghost. While he couldn't exactly talk to his ghost here in front of so many strangers, he could still try to figure out what was going on. It wasn't until his ghost wasn't answering through his prods that Keith began to worry. "Skoros's pirta1?" he whispered, trying to make it seem like he was muttering something angrily under his breath.
"Why us?" Yorak replied. "Out of all the beings in the universe, why us, of all beings in the universe? Plus, they've had ten thousand years. If what she's saying true, why didn't the Alteans use Voltron to fight off this Zarkon?"
At his ghost's words, Keith frowned. Yorak had a strong point. There were too many unanswered questions. Why were these two Alteans in stasis? If they truly had the weapon Voltron—which he grew up believing was a myth—why didn't they use it to fight off the Galra?
Glancing at the Alteans as they continued to explain the lions, Keith moved to Jaz, tapping his shoulder. "Jaz," he whispered, "Mirros's hen kesīr.2"
Glancing at the others quickly, she stepped back with him, crossing her arms. "Skoros gaomagon ao nūmāzma?3"
"Ȳdra daor ao pendagon ziry iksos hytugöö bona ēzi iā tolvys isse syddesad se kēlio se sepār sīr jaelzi naejot maghagon se vīlībagon tōma rajoo pōnta jorrāelagon?4"
Her brows furrowed and she glanced at the Alteans, now seeming to analyze them more skeptically than she had been before. Her glowing gold eyes glanced back at him, "Ao ȳdra daor pendagon issi ȳdragon īlva shupim?5"
Keith shook his head, "Kessa. Pōnta ȳdra daor ȳdragon se giez vestriarzir.6"
Jaz nodded, putting her hands on her hips, jaw set. "Kesi gaomagon iā laes va zirȳ syt se jēda issare, rȳ laasf ēva īlon gīmigon skoros's laallu jāre va.7"
"Pōnta kostagon daor gaomagon ziry bē relaval lo issi luosg naejot īlva,8" Keith agreed.
"Keith," Allura called him name, drawing his attention, "you will fly the Red Lion."
"What? This guy?" Lance grumbled.
Keith ignored the annoying teen as he regarded the small hologram in front of him. Under different circumstances, he would've been excited. As a child, he loved it when his father told him the Legends of Voltron. But now, with so many unknowns, he couldn't afford excitement. No, he needed to keep an eye on things because things weren't adding up. There were pieces of this story missing, and he was going to find out what.
"Unfortunately," Allura continued, "I cannot determine the Red Lion's location as of yet. There must be something wrong with the Castle if it's not picking up the signal. After ten-thousand years, it might need some work."
"If they were really trapped for ten thousand years," he heard Yorak practically growl through their bond.
"But don't worry!" the ginger Altean interjected, "We'll find it soon! They don't call me the Coranic for nothing! Cause…it sounds like mechanic, so Coranic mechanic…no, it doesn't sound like that, but it's similar."
Taking note of the new information, Keith turned his attention back to the hologram, watching as it gave a roar along with the other lions. The small lions soared away from their representative pilots and converged in a flash of light to form of a large robot, each limb composed of one of the lions. "Once all the lions are united, you will form Voltron, the most powerful warrior ever known; the Defender of the Universe."
That comment made Keith raise a brow. The most powerful warrior ever known, huh? He had doubts about that. Voltron had been gone for eons, there was no way this princess could know the dangers that now resided in their galaxy. Plus, from the info he'd gotten so far, it didn't take much to drive Voltron into hiding; his people had been fending off things far, far worse than these Galra for far longer.
"Awesome," someone muttered.
"Wait," Hunk spoke up, raising his hand shyly. "So, we're going to be in there and flying the lions, I got that. But how do the lions turn into legs? Is this going to be a long trip? 'Cause I have to pee; do you people pee?"
Shiro then stepped forwards, preventing anyone from answering Hunk's ridiculous questions. "We don't have much time. Pidge and I will go after the Green Lion. Lance, you'll take Hunk and go get the Yellow Lion. Keith, Jaz, you two will stay here. If Allura manages to locate the Red Lion, go get it."
"And in the meantime, I'll get the Castle's defenses ready," Allura added, "We're going to need them."
"I'll ready a pod and load in the Green Lion's coordinates," the ginger Altean, Coran maybe, nodded. Waving his hand, he lead the others away, no doubt towards a hangar.
Keith tossed a quick glance towards Allura, seeing she was occupied on something, he took the chance to slink from the chamber and into a darker room further down the hall. With a flick of his hand, a small burst of light flashed above and his ghost's eye blinked as he looked around. "Nice place."
"I think out of date would be more accurate," Keith replied. "Think you can see where this Coran is taking the others?"
"Sure!" he replied, shell spinning in excitement. Flying over to a panel, a light ran over it, "It might take a bit though, these systems are old—more advanced that the stuff on Earth—but old. I'm going to need time to readjust them. But why are you worried about them? I don't think these guys will want to hurt them, why else would they use us as their pilots?"
"True," Keith agreed. "But we still aren't getting the whole story."
"Like why all of you verses everyone else in the galaxy?"
"Exactly," Keith nodded. "And that's just the first in a long list of questions."
"Want me to find out?"
"Please."
Shell twitching, Yorak turned to look at him, "I can also see if I can find your lion using the Fraunhafer-thingy Hunk used to find the Blue one on Earth."
Keith raised his brows, "You sure? I don't want you to strain yourself."
The ghost tossed his Guardian an annoyed glance. "Keith, I will be fine."
"Keith, if he's saying he'll be fine, he'll be fine," a new voice interjected before he could protest.
Frowning, Keith tossed a half-hearted glare at Jaz as she stepped into the room. "And how do you know?"
"I know that you're overprotective," she replied, crossing her arms. "Trust me, I know Yorak wouldn't volunteer to do it if he wasn't sure it'd be fine." Patting his shoulder, she leaned against the wall, looking at the ghost with a playful smirk, "He worries too much, right?"
"You have no idea."
Jaz smirked as she saw Keith roll his eyes. "So…uh, Keith…how's Mom?" she asked hesitantly, wringing the hem of her shirt.
"She's, uh, upset," he replied. "I know when you first went missing, I messaged her about the stuff I found the Garrison covering up. And, well, let's just say tensions between the Awoken and Earth are at an all-time high."
Jaz gave a hollow chuckle, "Sounds like Mom, she doesn't like being lied to. Have you talked to her much?"
Keith shook his head, "Not much beyond that, she checks up on me every now and then, but we've both been busy. I've been investigating the Garrison and the stuff on the lions, she's back home handling the Red War and the after-effects of Oryx."
"Yeah," Jaz nodded in agreement. "With the Queen and Prince missing, she would be the one our people turn to as regent."
"Yep," Keith confirmed. "So, uh, you happen to remember anything from when you were captured?"
The Awoken women went quiet, her brows furrowing in thought, "Not much. I know we were taken to some prisons, and probably interrogated. From there…we somehow were separated from Sam, Matt, and Darvah…" she trailed off, starting to pace the room. "Shiro and I, we somehow managed to stay together during the duration of our capture—We might've shared a cell, I'm not entirely sure. But, I do remember an explosion, I think that has to do with how we escaped. Everything else besides that is a blur," she concluded. "What did Shiro say?"
Keith gave a shrug, "Not much else."
"Figures," she muttered, putting her hands on her hips. Sighing, she shook her head, running a hand through her hair. "Why isn't I can't remember anything? I was trained for things like this!"
"Training can only get you so far," Keith reminded. "There's just some things that all the training in the universe can't prepare you for."
"Sounds like the words of experience," Jaz chuckled.
Keith laughed lightly, shaking his head. "No kidding. Most of my teachers firmly believed in learning on the job. So, how's your head?" he asked, motioning to the scar above her brow.
Jaz grimaced, rubbing the scar, "Still pretty tender, probably got this not too long ago. Though from what I'm not sure."
"Well, maybe it'll be a clue to how you escaped," Keith said, trying to be reassuring.
"Hopefully," she sighed. Leaning back against the wall, she slid down till she was sitting on the floor. "But enough about me," she patted the spot next to her, "How are you doing?"
Keith walked over, settling down beside his friend, "Alright. Been better."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"No."
Glowing gold eyes rolled, "Of course you don't. But seriously," she leaned forwards, a frown on her face, "how are you?"
"Jaz, I'm fine," he reiterated raising his hands. "Trust me, thing's have been easier since I left the Garrison, and it's definitely less stress now that I know you and Shiro are alright."
"And have you been releasing pent-up energy?" she questioned, raising a brow. "We both know what happens to Guardians who don't use their light often enough."
"I know. And no, I haven't used it in a little bit, but it shouldn't be too bad for a little while," Keith answered. "I was able to release some every now and then when I got bored for fun."
"Fun huh?"
Keith smirked getting up, "I'll show you." His eyes developed a slight blue glow and she watched as thin trails of light moved up and formed what looked like a table and chair. With a proud smirk, Keith sat down on the chair and formed a mug in his hand. "See, it's fine." And at that moment Jaz facepalmed as she watched fake flames of light erupt on the table.
"Ancients," she drug her hand down her face, "you've been waiting to do this haven't you?"
Keith stood up as the light faded away, "Naturally. Plus it's good practice on control."
"I know," she chuckled. "But I just thought you guys outgrew that?"
This time Keith chuckled, shaking his head. "No, trust me. I saw adults use them all the time back home."
"Why am I not surprised?"
Keith was about to quip back at her, when the door slid open, causing both to jump and Yorak to quickly vanish in a small burst of light. "There you two are!" Coran exclaimed. "Allura and I have been looking for you, the others are back. And we've finally found the Red Lion."
Sharing a glance, Keith and Jaz followed the ginger Altean back to the main room where Pidge and Shiro stood, sharing small smiles with them. "So where're Lance and Hunk?" Jaz asked. As if on cue, the door behind them whooshed open as the pair stumbled in, their hair disheveled. "What happened to you two?"
"A nightmare," Hunk muttered.
Lance nodded in agreement, "Yeah, I almost puked, I felt like Hunk."
"How do you think I felt? I am Hunk."
Beside them, Shiro and Pidge shared a glance, "Yeah, we had a tough time too."
"As great as it is to hear about everyone's missions, the Red Lion," Keith spoke up, crossing his arms, "you have it's location?"
"Yes!" Coran remembered. "But…there is good news and bad news…"
"Start with the good please!" Hunk pleaded.
"Well, good news is that the Red Lion's nearby!" he obliged. "However, the bad news is that it's onboard the Galra Ship orbiting Arus. But, more good news! We're on Arus!"
Everyone else did not find that final piece of information to be remotely welcome. "They're here already?!" Shiro exclaimed.
"You said we had a few days!" Jaz snapped. With a growl, she dug the base of her palms into her forehead. "I knew we shouldn't have relied on finger calculations!"
"Yeah…I guess my calculations were a bit off."
Jaz threw her arms in the air, "Nid draaf!"
Keith scowled, ready to help his friend scold the idiotic Altean, when he felt Yorak give him a small pulse of warning. Before he could as to why, his answer came in the form of a holo-screen popping into existence. On the screen, he could see a being that resembled…a giant purple cat. A strangely familiar giant, fluffy purple cat with a cybernetic eye.
"Princess Allura, I am Commander Sendak of the Galra Empire. I have come on behalf of Emperor Zarkon, Lord of the known universe. I am here to collect the Lions of Voltron. Turn them over to me, or I will destroy your planet."
A/N: Here's the translations for the marked
1: What's wrong?
2: Something's wrong here.
3: What are you talking about?
4: Don't you think it's strange that out of everyone in the universe the lion the just so happens to bring the exact five pilots they need?
5: You think they're lying to us?
6: Yes. They aren't telling us the whole story.
7: We will keep an eye on them for the time being, at least until we know what's really going on here.
8: They can't keep it up forever if they are lying to us.
