Chapter 43

A/N: I'm back! Good to see y'all here again for another chapter! I just own the story and my OCs, that's it sadly.

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"Bold is videochats or intercoms"

Telepathy/flashacks/dreams

"To return so triumphantly is a dream I thought I would never achieve," Lotor grinned corssing his arms proudly as the Castle of Lions made its final approach to the Galra HQ. "We are one step closer to bringing peace and prosperity to the entire universe."

"That's all because of Allura and Jaz," Tarin commented, "they're the ones with the power you need to reach the quintessence field."

Lotor chuckled nervously, "Well…I wouldn't put it that way Tarin…"

"Please, I have to thank you," Allura interrupted. "Without you, we never would've learned what Oriande truly was and therefore could've never unlocked its secrets."

"I wouldn't say never," Jaz grumbled.

-.-

"We'll see what intel is in your briefing and decide what to do from there," Shiro said as they walked into the throne room. "Maybe we could—"

"Lotor! Tarin!"

All heads turned to a sout Galra woman standing in the middle of the room. Lotor paled and Tarin yelped her ears flattening back as they looked at each other nervously. "Oh no."

"Uh…who the heck are you?" Lance asked.

The Galra woman glared down at him with a sneer. "How dare you speak to me without the authorization from Blood Emperor Lotor!" she snapped smacking him with her switch.

"OW!"

"This is Dayak, our governess," Tarin introduced sliding behind Lotor and peering over his shoulder.

"No one has used the term 'Blood Emperor' since before we were a star-faring race," Lotor grumbled. "And these, are our colleages. They have more than my permission to speak."

"Hi!"

"A pleasure."

"Hiya!"

"Hello."

"Sup."

"Nice to meet you."

"Lotor, let's face it, she's never here without a reason," Tarin deadpanned.

Lotor sighed, crossing his arms. "So what do we owe the honor?"

"Word of your victory at the Kral Zera has spread throughout the Empire. I always knew you had it in you to crush your enemies. Dayak's raised you from a child to a man, and now I'll witness your ascension to the throne and your marriage to your empress!"

"Huh?"

"Wait, she raised you from a child?" Lance chuckled. "Aww, is this your nanny?"

"Governess."

"You have a nanny!" Lance grinned. "Oh man, is she going to read you bedtime stories? Is she gonna rock you to sleep? Is she gonna—OW!" he yelped as Dayak hit him again.

"I instructed Lotor and Tarin in the ways of the Galra! The history of our conquests, our customs, battle philosophy, the art of war."

"Hmm…Galra customs huh?" Hunk said sounding interested. "Is that like when you say 'verpit sa' and stuff? There's so much we don't know about you."

"If you're interested in our society's history," Lotor said taking Hunk's shoulder, "there is no better teacher than Dayak."

"What Lotor says is true."

"Oh wow. Would you really teach me about the Galra?" Hunk asked.

"What do you wanna know about the Galra for?" Lance scoffed.

"Well, we're gonna be working with Lotor to bring peace to the empire right? Makes sense the more we know about their society the better."

Dayak narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing the Yellow Paladin. "If you are to learn the ways of the Galra you must be premared for the most challenging trial you could ever undertake! There will be no turning back! Victory or death!"

"Um…Dayak, not to interrupt but…" Tarin laughed lightly, "what did you mean by Lotor's marriage?"

The woman rolled her eyes, smacking Tarin on the head. "Surely you haven't forgotten your own betrothal?!"

They both looked to each other then back at her. "WE CANCELED THAT!"

Dayak scoffed, pulling out a parchment. "Your fathers didn't. And it is written and sealed in Galra blood, making the bond unbreakable," she grinned. "You two, are getting married! The preparations are already well under way. The wedding will be held on the astral conflux." She turned to Hunk, "In the meantime, I can teach you our ways."

"Uh…" Hunk grimaced sounding unsure.

"Hunk, you're a Paladin of Voltron. There's no challenge too great for you," Allura reassured.

Hunk crossed his arms and pursed his lips in thought. "Hmm…will I learn what vrepit sa means?"

"Yes."

"Let's do it!"

As Hunk was led away by Dayak, Shiro gulped turning to Tarin and Lotor, both of which looked like they'd been slapped. Clearing his throat, he got their attention, "Perhaps we should get to that briefing?"

"Uh…yes," Lotor nodded stepping forwards.

"Hey! Let me go!" Tarin growled as two guards grabbed her ams.

"What are you doing?!" Lotor questioned bristling as he whirled around.

"I'm sorry sir, but the bride and groom aren't allowed to see each other before the wedding, Dayak's orders," one apologetic guard said before yelping as Tarin electrocuted him and stormed off with both of them chasing after.

-.-

"The war continues unimpeded. More and more Galra forces are leaving to join other factions. Sendak has claimed the most deserters. They call themselves The Fire of Purification."

Lotor scowled at the image of Tarin's father, his father's most bloodthirsty general. "It's time I address all Galra and make my claim as Emperor absolute."

"Is that going to start with you freeing planets?" Lance questioned.

"It's not that easy. My grip on the empire is tenuous as it is. I need to prefer an alternative to our current state," Lotor replied.

"Like marrying Sendak's daughter," Jaz commented.

Lotor glanced away at that. "I suppose that would lessen hostilities," he mumbled. "But I was referring to the importance of gaining access to the quintessence field."

"Are going to focus all of our energy on that?" Allura asked.

"It's paramount. However, we cannot let the empire fall apart. I will address my people at the astral conflux…" he gulped, "at my wedding."

-.-

"What does holding weights have to do with me learning about Galra?" Hunk questioned as he squatted holding a pair of heavy weights above his head in the training room.

"Palen bol!" Dayak scolded smacking him with her switch.

"OW!"

"For the mind to learn, the body must be broken."

Hunk gulped. "Broken? That seems a little drastic."

Dayak smacked him again. "Palen bol!"

"OW! What does that mean?!"

She rolled her eyes as if it were obvious. "It means, 'the enlightening pain'," she answered bending her switch threateningly. "But apparently there is not enough pain to make you enlightened yet."

"So you're gonna hurt me until I'm smart?"

"Yes."

Hunk groaned. Just what did he get himself into?

"The Galra race started as a nation tribe on planet Daibazaal," Dayak began circling him, "home to many warring races at the time. In the war to annihilate the opposing tribes, the Galra formed a phalanx of their bravest and made a spear-like attack to the heart of their foes! It was known as the Killing Thrust, or Verpit Sa."

"Oh, so that's what Vrepit Sa means? Killing Thrust? That's so violent."

"Palen bol!"

"Ow!" he yelped as the switch hit the back of his head.

"Yes. It is violent. The Galra believe combat is the searing light that burns away imperfections on every level, from personal to societal."

"Cool," he whimpled feeling his limbs slowly melting into jelly. "Can I maybe take a break?"

Dayak looked affronted. "Breaks?! There are no breaks! Your training is finished when you have learned all pain has to teach you!"

"Aw man. That's so intense."

"The only break you get is for the wedding, and that is because I want to watch Lotor and Tarin get married!" Dayak huffed. "If you decide to leave your training early, it is an insult to my teaching. An insult that can only be settled by a fight to the death!"

"So you're saying a fight to the death is the only way out of this?"

Dayak hit him again.

"OW!" he yelped as his rump stung. "Ok. Yeah. You just said that. I guess I am getting smarter."

-.-

"You must replicate your father's work if we are to use this ship to enter the quintessence field," Lotor said as he Jaz and Allura stood in front of the comet ship.

"How?"

"Something you learned in Oriande. Something your father learned to become the superior alchemist he was. How he built Voltron is the key"

"Well that's specific," Jaz grumbled.

"My Lord." Turning they saw a guard. "It's time to prepare for your wedding."

Lotor took a breath, nodding. "Of course. I trust I will see you both there."

"We won't miss it," Allura smiled getting a nod from the emperor as he left. "I guess that means we should gather the others and get ready."

"Guess so."

-.-

"How's training going?" Lance asked as Hunk flopped down beside them in the front row of chairs holding officers on either side of a cleared path. Lotor sat on his throne wearing ornate armor and the Archivist stood to the side, waiting for the bride.

"Ugh, I'm dying."

"I'm sure it'll get better," Allura reassured before gasping as the music started.

Everyone stood up as the doors opened revealing Tarin. She wore a blood red gown that trailed along the floor at least two meters behind her, it had a corested top with jewels and a loose skirt. Her violet mane was pinned up the the side in an ornate bun, make-up adoring her face and jewels wrapping around her arms and neck, shimmering as she strode down the aisle.

Lotor stood up from his throne as she approached, bowing to take her hand. Still holding her bouquet with one hand, she gently took his and fell into step beside him as they asended the steps and stood before the Archivist.

"Galra brothers and sisters, we are gathered here today to complete the blood union written years ago by Emperor Zarkon and General Sendak, to join their families together through the union of Emperor Lotor—Son of Zarkon—and Lady Tarin—Daughter of Sendak. Does anyone object to these proceedings?" There was no answer except for a muffled cough. "Very well. Emperor Lotor: your vows."

Lotor took Tarin's hands and looked up at her taking a breath of awe. While he'd never been personally fond of the Galra race, Tarin was one of the only friends he had made in his early childhood. And despite the fact she was pure Galra, she didn't look down on him for being less. "Tarin…you and I have known each other since our childhood. You have watched out for me when all others would not spare me a second glance, and you remained loyal even through our conflicts, looking out for my best interests even if I disagree. You are the one to call me out when I am in the wrong. The Galra Empire could not have a better person to serve as Empress by my side if you'll have me?"

"Lotor," she began, "you were always stubborn. It is what's gotten you so far. And I've always found it to be one of your most endearing qualities. You were there when most other Galra scoffed at my interests and ideas. You try to be open minded, and while you do your best, you do have that stubbornness," the audience chuckled as Lotor flushed. "But you think outside the box, and your ideas have lead us to this day. You are the Emperor the needs, and, if you will have me, I would be honored to serve as your Empress."

"Lotor," the Archivist said, "Do you take Tarin as your Empress?"

"I do."

"Tarin. Do you take Lotor as your mate?"

"I do."

"Brothers and sisters of the Galra Empire, I present to you, Emperor Lotor and Empress Tarin!"

The crowd in the room cheered and even the Paladins clapped, Lance and Hunk hiding a few tears at the vows. The new couple turned to everyone, hand-in-hand before Lotor silenced them all. "Brothers and sisters of the Galra Empire," he began, "I am your emperor, Lotor, son and successor of Zarkon, Slayer of a Tyrant, Child Raised in the Void and Taught on the Battlefield, Husband to Empress and High Priestess Tarin. There are rumors of doubt regarding my leadership. Do not let them poison your ears. Pledge loyalty to me and I will deliver the Galra Empire unto times of untold prosperity. An age of unlimited quintessence, the likes of which this universe has never known. Soon, I will raise our grand empire above the indigence and violence of its past up to new heights of peace and limitless possibility. Those factions that splintered from the Empire will pay for their treachery. I urge you now, send me your messages of fealty. Those who choose to turn their backs on their emperor will find themselves lost to the sands of history, unremembered and unmourned."

-.-

"Ow! OW!" Hunk yelped hopping on one foot trying to keep balance as he looked at Dayak. "I did everything you told me!"

"Yes. But that doughy face of yours is very un-Galra."

"It's just my face!"

She swung down, forcing him to lean back. The switch swung to the other side and he managed to avoid getting smacked. Grinning in victory Hunk's eyes widened as she began again, this time, she didn't stop. Hoping around, Hunk, by some miracle, managed to avoid her, finally ending where he was balancing on one hand as Dayak stood looking down at him with a smirk.

"Very good."

"Really?!" he eclaimed getting up.

The switch smacked his face. "Showing complacency? Palen bol!" she scolded smacking him a few more times. She raised her weapon again when the alarm went off making everyone run to the command center.

"The planet is already been fired upon and we do not have the means to protect ourselves. You must send assistance immediately."

"Understood," Lotor said ending the transmission.

"What's going on?" Shiro said.

"One of our lobor planets is under attack by Sendak and his fleet," Tarin growled.

"Sendak?" Lance groaned. "Not that guy again."

"Isn't that your dad?"

Tarin sighed, "Unfortunately. But don't ask me to negotiate, he never listens," she tossed a glare to Lotor, "like someone I know."

"We've got to help that planet immediately," Pidge voiced.

"Sendak would have me respond to this attack and neglect my empire," Lotor stated looking grim.

"Let me! I have a few bones to pick with the old man!" Tarin growled.

"Tarin, like it or not, you are my Empress, you can't just go galavanting off to war," Lotor argued.

"Oh really?" she drawled rolling her eyes. "What's stopping me Emperor?"

"Let's see: the fact that you could be kidnapped, the fact you could be injured, how about the fact that there are numerous factions that could hurt you to get to me?!" he listed.

"I'm a druid! I can handle myself!" she protested. "Besides, who used to and still kicks your ass when we spar?"

"Please," Allura interjected stepping forwards, "don't put yourself at risk. Voltron can handle this while you two continue to rule."

"But Princess, I need you and Jaz here to—"

"Your plan has waited this long. It can wait a tick longer," Allura reminded. "We must protect your innocent subjects."

"Of course, you're right."

"We'll be back soon," she said turning and leading the way.

Hunk began to turn and follow only to yelp as his ear was grabbed. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I have to cut my training short!"

"You dishonor me! A fight to the death!"

Hunk grimaced as he slowly backed up towards the other Paladins. "Ok, well, I've got to go with them right now. But maybe we can put a pin in that? Reschedule for tomorrow? Or never?" Without waiting for an answer Hunk leapt after his friends as the elevator began to lower.

"I'm going with them," Tarin said hiking up her wedding grown following. "And don't try stopping me!"

-.-

/Hey, uh, Dayak isn't really going to fight me to the death is she?/ Hunk asked as the lions flew away from central command.

/She seemed pretty serious. But I bet if you ask Lotor or Tarin nicely they could have her exiled/

"I'm not exiling her. You'll have to ask Lotor," Tarin answered her ear twitching in annoyance.

/That'd be nice. I'm not really in the mood to die, you know?/ Hunk sighed. /But, hey, am I the only one who's worried that we're about to face Sendak? Sendak, who almost took all the lions, Sendak…/

Shiro didn't really hear all of what Hunk was saying. Biting his lip, he bit back a groan as his head began to throb, pain rippling through it as if it were trying to explode within the small confines of his skull.

/Come on, we're Paladins/ Pidge scoffed /we've got this. Right Shiro?/ When she didn't get an answer Pidge frowned and asked again, /Shiro?/

Jaz looked down, resting a hand on her friend's shoulder looking at him in concern. "Shiro?" Hearing her voice, he sighed looking at her glowing eyes. "Are you ok?"

He nodded, noticing the pain had slowly begun to ebb away. "Y-Yeah. Pidge is right," he replied. "Let's focus on our mission."

Jaz shared a skeptical look with Tarin, shrugging as she saw the question in the other woman's eyes. They didn't believe him for one quiznaking tick.

The wormhole opened and the Lions soared through, appearing on the other side behind the Galra fleet. Flying around the command ship, they lined up, glaring at them in a challenge.

-.-

"We've arrived at the coordinates," Axca informed as the ship approached the white hole. "We can't go any closer without losing power."

"Stay on course," Haggar commanded as her markings began to glow.

-.-

Shiro's head exploded in pain, making him cry out. Reaching up to hold his head, he doubled over, trying to will the pain to go away. "Shiro!" Jaz exclaimed grabbing his shoulder.

/Shiro! Are you all right?/

/What's going on?/

"I'm fine."

"No you're not," both women scolded.

Shiro ignored them, grasping at the controls. "Come on team. Let's form Voltron!"

"Hold on!" Jaz warned grabbing the side as the transformation sequence begun. "How you doing?"

"Lotor's driving is worse."

Finishing their transformation, Voltron flew at the command ship. Sendak opened a hailing frequency. "I know your true weakness Voltron. You care for the lives of others. And I will hammer that weakness until you are crushed beneath my heel," he said and the ship's ion cannon fired. The violoet past zipped right past Voltron, slamming into the shield behind them. The shield protecting the colony below from the deadly radiation belt.

/No! Without those panels in place. The planet will be fully exposed!/

/Which means?/

/They'll have no protection from the radiation bands!/

"YOU'RE A COWARD FATHER!" Tarin screamed. "A REAL GALRA WOULD FIGHT WITH HONOR ON THE BATTLEFIELD!"

Sendak didn't answer her, merely closing the transmission as his ships turned and went into hyperspace.

/We can't let him get away!/

"Lance," Shiro grit out, "there's no time. We've gotta fix that shield as soon as—ah!" He grunted in pain stabbed through his skull once again.

/Shiro, are you all right?/ Allura questioned.

"I'm fine."

"NO HE'S NOT!"

"We can't leave that planet unprotected," Shiro continued, his body trembling. Voltron flew down to the shield, and opened a communication. "We are the Paladins of Voltron, working with Emperor Lotor. We're here to help."

"Commander Bogh," Tarin spoke, "what's the status of you're shield system?"

/Empress, Paladins/ he greeted. /our damage report indicates that a plate has been fractured, our generator is offline and needs rebooting other plates have shifted out of their gravitational harnessing and must be repositioned. We only have five dobashes until the next solar sequence/

"Hunk, you're the engineer. How do we handle this?"

/We need to split up. Pidge, you handle the generator system/

/Then I need Shiro to come with me. I can use his arm to power the mainframe/

/Ok, good. Allura, Lance I need you two to re-fuse the fractured plate/

/Affirmative/

/You got it/

/Jaz, Tarin, do you think your magic can hold off the radiation?/

"We'll do our best."

/Ok. I'm gonna try to get the plates aligned/

"Ok, we've got our orders, let's move!" Shiro ordered and Voltron split apart, flying towards their intended destinations.

Green and Black flew under the station attaching themselves to the underside of the plates. Getting their helmets on, the group flew out and down to the shield. Opening a hatch, they got inside. "Pidge, follow the schematics, they'll lead you to the main generator. I'll lead Jaz to the control room. It'll be the best spot for us to conduct our spell."

Pidge nodded. "Ok. Good luck."

"To you as well," Jaz said. "And Pidge, keep an eye on him," she motioned to Shiro, "I don't think he's in top form."

"We can worry about that later. Lets move!" Tarin said and they activated their jetpacks, flying down the passage. Moving through the halls, Tarin opened and airlock, allowing them to get inside. "Follow me!"

-.-

/Where does this plate need to be lined up?/

"You're moving Plate 7-2. It needs to be aligned with Plate 8-1," Bogh replied.

/Got it/ The Yellow Paladin replied, /But those other plates are out of position. There's no way I'll be able to move them all myself/

"I can activate the manual thrusters on some of the plates. It will be slow going but I—"

A blaster hummed as it activated. "First you side with Lotor and get our system attacked by Sendak. Then, you willfully work with Voltron, our sworn ememies!" Lahn snarled.

"Get to your station and begin the thrust sequence!" Bogh growled. "That's an order!"

/ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?! PALEN BOL!/

All the Galra on the bridge jumped in shock. "Huh?"

/YOU'RE BOTH A DISHONOR! DO YOU FIGHT FOR YOURSELVES OR DO YOU FIGHT FOR THE GALRA?!/

"GALRA!"

/THEN VICTORY OR DEATH! ENOUGH OF THE BICKERING!/

"We're going to die because of Commander Bogh," Lahn defended his ears twitching back.

/You know, long ago, there was a desperate group of Galra that thought they were going to die. They executed a spear-like attack known as the Killing Thrust!/ the Yellow Paladin recited. /Those soldiers knew what it meant to put their life on the line! They won the day! Are you ready to put aside your differences and fight with me?!/

"Vrepit sa!" they saluted.

"Well," a voice rumbled behind them and the men yelped as they turned and saw the Empress and Sorceress standing behind them, "now that we have that out of the way. Let's get to work on stopping that belt if it reaches us before the shield is repaired."

"My normal shield spell wouldn't be able to block all of it," Jaz said.

Tarin nodded tapping her chin. "Yes, I've heard of that spell. Have you tried spreading it out over a vast area?"

"Once, during the Voltron Show. A beast got out of control in the arena."

"How powerful was it?"

"I don't know. It didn't have the chance to test it."

The Empress pursed her lips, ears perking up as an idea came to her. "It's not my forte, but if we combine spells, using your shield spell and I use an amplification spell."

"The shield might be poweful enough to block the radiation belt!" Jaz finished. "The question will be how long does it last?"

"Magic is at its best in the middle of a spell. At the beginning and end it's weaker. So we have to time it just right!"

-.-

/Pidge! I need you to restore main shield power to get this gravitational harnessing going/

/We're on it!/

"Ok, broken massive shield plate," Lance grimaced looking at the wreckage. "Don't suppose there's a quick tutorial video on how to fix this?"

/Make sure the connection's straight. If it's even one degree off the shield will fail!/

"THAT'S NOT A TUTORIAL HUNK!"

/Lance/ Allura spoke up, /if you could hold them in place, then I could freeze them together. But I don't think the ide will withstand the radiation for very long/

His eyes widened as an idea came to him. "Hey, maybe after you freeze them I could use my heat ray to weld them together?"

/Great idea Lance!/

"Aww, thanks Allura," he blushed. "I couldn't have thought of it without you though. We make a great team. Here we are, working together, just the two of us."

/Let's go Lance!/ Allura said.

Gathering the broken fragments, Red stood on trop of them holding them together with her paws. "They're all in place!" he called. Blue flew up, activating the freeze ray. The blue light shot down, and a ice crawled over the large crack, forming a temporary glue till he could weld them together.

/That should hold them/

Taking that as his cue Red flew up beside blue, the heat ray beginning to power up. "Hope this works," Lance muttered. The laser began to sear the metal fusing it together and repairing the fractured plate.

/We did it!/

/Good job guys!/ Hunk called. /Pidge you ready we're almost at the radiation belt/

/I need a few more minutes!/

-.-

"That's our cue," Jaz said and Tarin nodded. Stepping forwards, the Awoken woman's eyes began glowing and energy began rolling off her. Outside, white streaks of energy could be seen collecting together, trailing out in a large line across the void. Separating her hands, the condensed energy spread out meters above where the Paladins were working on their shield forming a shimmering blue layer over them.

Once the shield spread to its limit, Tarin's eyes began glowing a bright violet. Energy cracked up her arms as she thrust them forwards and those on the bridge could see the shield change, the diameter spreading out and changing to a light blue-violet hue.

-.-

/Jaz and Tarin are buying you time!/ Hunk informed. /Hurry up though. I don't know how long they can keep this up/

"I'm working on it!" Pidge growled typing as fast as she could.

Shiro chewed the inside of his cheek as his head began to spin. No, no, not now, this was not the time for another headache. His vision flickered and Shiro could swear he was standing in a temple, great beings towering over him as violet light came up from the ground around him.

/Last piece in place! Firing up that power Pidge!/ Hunk ordered.

It was now or never, Pidge ressed the final keys and deactivated her pad turning to watch the systems. She could hear them hum and whir as they began to emerge to life. It was working. "Shield's up!"

Shiro winced as his head hurt again and he could hear a lion's roar. Seeing a white lion in front of him, it leapt at him and his world exploded in pain.

"Shiro no!" Pidge exclaimed as Shiro cried out, putting his hands against his head. The systems began to shut down, losing power, and deactivating the shield.

-.-

"What's going on with the plates?!" Lance exclaimed as the energy rippling over them began to retreat. Looking down at the fratured plate, his eyes widned as he saw it sparking, right below Allura. "NO!"

Red shot forwards, ramming into Blue and knocking her aside as the plate exploded. Energy rippled over it and Lance screamed.

"LANCE!" Allura screamed leaping out of her seat. Launching herself out of Blue, she flew towards Red. "LANCE! PLEASE RESPOND!"

Squeezing through the crack in the Lion's mouth, she forced her way inside, ignoring the quick rush of air before the airlock slammed shut behind her. Sprinting up to the cockpit, she stopped spotting Lance slumped over in his seat.

"No. No, no, no no!" she gasped grabbing him looking for some sort of response, some sign of life. Lance had died. He had died…saving her.

Tears pricked her eyes. No. No, he wasn't gone. She wouldn't let him leave her.

Placing her hand on his head, she began chanelling power. She would share her life energy with him. And Lance would come back to her.

-.-

/Pidge fire up power!/ Hunk called getting the broken fragment in place.

"Radiation exposure in four…"

"Hold!" Jaz exclaimed grunting as the powerful energy began to hit their shield.

"…three…two…

The shield began to power to life.

"…one."

Jaz and Tarin grit their teeth at the strain, clear fracture lines appearing across their shield as the belt hit, skimming over the edges of the shield powered up underneath. "Hold!"

The belt's power passed and everyone sighed in relief. "Radiation sequence complete, recharge and prepare for the next."

Both Jaz and Tarin collapsed to their knees panting. "Let's never do that again."

"Agreed."

-.-

"Thank you, you showed us what it means to be Galra," the Commander said standing in front of Hunk. "Vrepit sa!"

The Yellow Paladin grinned. "Vrepit sa!" he repeated. "Man that's weird to say."