CTVF-008

Chapter 4

By Robin Gurl

Bandor heard the space ship landing and knew his sister was back home. He was ready to lecture Sven again about keeping his sister safe. He didn't understand what Romelle saw in him. Sure, Sven was a former Voltron pilot and the best Navigator in the Galaxy Garrison but all of that was before he had sort of lost his mind.

All he saw was a man trying to keep it together and his sister was swooning over him. His sister never swooned over anyone. The past suitors her advisors tried to find her were all annoying and not what she wanted according to her. In all honesty he didn't see any difference between Sven and the other suitors except their position in society. The others were Princes and Kings, Sven was a flyer. Bandor sighed, he was beginning to think she was never going to settle down and have children. And if she didn't have children there would be no heir to the thrown if something happened to either of them.

After the smoke cleared from the burners, Bandor ran down to meet her. He skidded to a stop as Sven helped her out. His sister was carrying a baby.

His eyes narrowed as he reached for his sword at his side, a growl escaping his mouth. "What did you do to my sister?!" He held out his sword to the other man.

Sven blinked confused, "I've done nothing to your sister."

"Why does she have a baby!?" He demanded.

Romelle rolled her eyes, "Bandor you stop that! Sven has done nothing to me. We found the baby on Zarcon's base."

Bandor dropped his sword from Sven but kept his eye on him. He then shifted his gaze to his sister. She looked unharmed and .. happy for once.

Sven finally realized what Bandor had been implying and his face turned a bright red. "B-Bandor please, I would ..never… unless… she wanted….I mean…" He stammered before turning around to go back inside the ship – he ran right into the door.

Romelle winced but smiled, she had never seen him so worked up before. "Sven it's alright, Bandor knows you didn't do anything." It was sort of cute to see him stumbling around embarrassed.

The moment was broken though once the baby started to cry. He kicked around in Romelle's arms trying to tell them he was hungry.

The Princess held him out from her at first trying to figure out what was wrong. "A-Are you hungry? You were asleep earlier…Sven what do I do?"

Sven looked on helplessly as well. It was Bandor who finally took the child from his sister. "He's probably scared, hungry and cold. We should take him to the medic and have him checked out."

He sheethed his sword and held the baby close rocking him a bit. Romelle watched shocked. "When did you learn to care for a child?"

"I've watched mothers in town do it …and I guess it just came naturally?" He admitted sheepishly. "Come on lets go see the doctor."

The doctor looked the child over glancing over at the three watching him numerous times during the process. "Well he looks completely human and I would give him a clean bill of health. I don't believe what I'm saying but Zarcon's men kept his child in perfect health. You say you just found him?"

Romelle nodded. "We think he was accidently left behind. Sven was curious if he got kidnapped from Earth."

"That is a possibility. His blood type is earthian. There doesn't seem to be a trace of Altean or Polixian blood in him."

"What of the Galra?"

The doctor shook his head handing a space ration to the baby to eat. The child held it and started to put it in his mouth. "Galra have purple blood, his is red."

Sven crossed his arms, watching the baby eat. "So someone knows who this kid is on Earth."

"I will get his DNA and we can send it off the Garrison. They will have his DNA on file if he was stolen."

"Sven, we can't trust this file to just anyone. We've already found out that some of the Garrison is corrupt. It will need to be sent with the highest security."

Sven smirked, "I know just the person to do it."