Lance's eyes popped open as the sun filtered through the shacks windows. That was about three hours of sleep, Lance figured and stood slowly so he wouldn't wake anyone else up.

He was in hot water.

He could only imagine the lecture Iverson was going o give him after this. But what Pidge had said the night before had concerned him.

In all his dealings with aliens, Lance had never heard about this 'Voltron'. Ever. And a race out there was talking about a weapon? Earth was in a secret alliance with two other planets nearby and together they formed a tight and stable alliance. They were able to keep the "Purple Menace" and other threats at bay for almost fifty years. But then Shiro, a survivor of the Kerboros mission shows up in the Purple threats ship! Lance had recognized the style of the tech, no doubt Iverson did too. The Lockites and Jurmites had shown them the research they had done on the Purple threat. Between all three planets they could form a fairly decent barrier.

But shiro had managed to make it through…and if what Pidge had said was right, then more were on their way. Somehow, Lance needed to convince them to go back to the garrison and talk to Iverson. This was over his head. He may have been a star field agent, and a trusted one at that, but he was still just a field agent.

He jumped slightly as he saw Shiro and Keith talking out on the ridge. He backed away slowly and hie eyes caught movement around the corner of the shack. Seeing the familiar red fur of his partner he ran to meet up with him.

"What's the word?" Lance whispered and Frok glared at him.

"You broke the rules."

"That's not what I asked," Lance snapped.

"Agent Blas, you need to come with me to see Superior Iverson," Frok urged, "Explain your actions."

"Look, I can't right now," Lance hissed, "But I'm going to try and convince them to talk with Iverson, I promise. Don't know how I'll do that without giving myself away, but I'll think of something. As for last night, well, I just kind of went with the flow."

"…you got angry."

"What?"

"You never think when you're angry."

Lance blushed. Ok, so he really did hate Keith and seeing the jerk really did piss him off.

"Ok, the truth is, they were going to break him out anyway, so I thought I should follow. I actually thought if we tried we would be caught and then Iverson could take over. But I'm going to stay with them and see if I can't get more information about what's going on. I think that Purple Menace is closing in. the more we can figure out the safer everyone will be."

Frok nodded in understanding, "I understand, but will Superior Iverson?"

"You're going to have to just convince him," Lance hissed and jumped as he heared the front door open and close, "I've got to go. But you need to stay back. This is turning out to be a solo mission."

Frok did not like that, "partners do not separate."

"Its not like I'm leaving the planet, Frok," Lance said grinning at his partner and friend, "we'll talk tonight. I have my communicator so I'll message Iverson directly everything I find out."

Frok nodded, "I'll be the go between?"

"Yup, everything will work out. Now scram before they find us."

()

"Its staring at me," Lance said as they walked up to the blue lion they had just found. He didn't like it when alien tech stared at him. The last time that had happened…well…it was the hardest report he'd had to write.

"We just have to get past the barrier somehow," Keith said running his hands over the energy field. Lance almost winced. No one should just touch an energy field without first testing it with their shoe or something.

"Maybe if you just knock," Lance said and tapped the filed that Keith had just proven to be safe. Keith the energy field testing shoe.

The barrier disappeared, shocking everyone as they all witnessed what Voltron really was. What exactly its function as a weapon was.

This was amazing. Lance stood in awe as everyone cowered as the lion lowered its head to him.

This.

Was.

PERFECT!

This was what they needed! Oh, he didn't have to worry about that lecture now! If he flew this back to the garrison then he'd be praised, and Iverson would have to acknowledge that he'd done the right thing!

"Out of the frying pan and into cool waters," Lance sang as he sat in the pilots chair. The others came up behind him and the screens came up. Familiar with holographic screens and alien tech in general he was able to gauge just how much power this thing possessed.

"So…awesome," Lance breathed and heard a rumbling in his ear- no, it was inside his ear! Scowling Lance shook his head. He really did not like sentient alien tech, but maybe the Jurmites would be able to make sense of this thing. They were a tech savvy race and would be drooling to get their hands on this.

The Purring continued and as he listened, he found he could understand it. It was like he could see, in his mind, what the lion wanted him to do. So he reached out and pushed the buttons and grabbed both levers. With fiendish joy he leaped into the air.

()

Autopilot.

Curse autopilot!

Lance did his best to direct the lion to the garrison. The purring in his ear arguing with him over what they should do.

"We're staying on Earth!"

"We're leaving."

"Staying!"

"Leaving."

Lance hissed as he wrestled with the alien tech. Everyone screaming around him was not helping.

"Where are you going?!" Keith snapped as they broke the atmosphere.

Hell if I know!

"I. Don't. Know," Lance snapped back, "Its not turning around!"

And then is appeared. The Purple aliens ship! Lance gut dropped. The ship shouldn't even have been able to get into he solar system, let alone right next to earth! What was going on?!

There lion growled in his ear and turned his fear into a deep anger.

These jerks were not going to attack the planet he'd busted his butt protecting all this time!

"How about we play a little," lance muttered, his voice matching the lions in his head as he pulled on the levers.

A laser beam shot out of the lions mouth as he dodged the shots that were fired at him. All his training being put to use. Haw many times had he been in an aerial fight with alien tech? …well, once…technically, and he'd not been the one flying, but he'd been in plenty of ground fights.

"This isn't a simulator lance!" Pidge shrieked in his face.

"A good thing too," Lance shouted, his adrenaline pumping, "The simulator sucks!"

Putting damage on the large purple alien ship, Lance continued to taunt it until it started to turn around.

That's right, Lance thought, follow me…Frok and Iverson are gonna kill me…

()

They landed in front of the castle and Lance shook himself.

He didn't know anything.

He was NOT familiar with alien tech.

He was NOT going to use his experiences to deal with this.

He was NOT going to give himself away.

He was a NORMAL Garrison cadet, with his friends. The less intelligent one. the loveable dork. This was him. This was who he was going to be until they could get back to Earth. He couldn't afford to slip up.