Hello everyone, and welcome to Omnis Vir Lupus, the sequel to my Voltron/Red Rising crossover Hic Sunt Leones. This is going to be the one where Team Voltron finally makes it to the RR-era and brings Shiro home, but that's not going to be happening for a while yet. In the meantime, there's going to be four main character POVs for the story, so I avoid the mistake I made in Hic Sunt Leones of jumping to another character's perspective at random. There's 2 POV characters for each franchise: Darrow and Mustang for Red Rising, and Shiro and Keith for Voltron.

Since this is a sequel, if you haven't already read the first story, I encourage you to do so now, that way I don't have to re-explain anything. In the meantime, on with the show.

Before we begin, the usual disclaimer: Voltron: Legendary Defender is the property of Dreamworks, and the Red Rising trilogy is the property of Pierce Brown. I own nothing, I'm just playing in the sandbox here.

3/4/18: After extensive re-writes to Hic Sunt Leones, I've ended up completely changing the plot for this fic. As such, I've re-written the prologue accordingly.

Prologue: A New Defender:

Zone Rebulon 55

2037:

"We'll never penetrate those shields!" Matt shouted over the com as his ship continued to fire on the weapon mounted at the front of the lone Galra battle cruiser. Every rebel ship in the coalition was pouring all their firepower into the shields protecting that weapon, but nothing could punch through. The fact that they'd lost contact with Voltron once the weapon began charging was an ominous sign, and time was clearly running out. The weapon appeared to be fully charged, and nobody wanted to find out just what this thing was capable of.

Suddenly, Keith's stolen Galra fighter fired its engines and started flying straight toward the ship's defensive shields.

"Wait, Keith!" Matt called out. But still the stolen fighter flew on. "What are you doing? Keith, no!" Matt held his breath as Keith's fighter raced ever closer to the energy shield, pouring every scrap of firepower that his own ship had to give into that barrier, desperate to stop them before Keith sacrificed himself.

Suddenly, a violet laser beam streaked in from off the Galra cruiser's starboard side and pushed straight through the added weapon's shielding, lacing through until it fired out the other side. A fraction of a second later, the entire front section of the ship disappeared in a massive explosion.

When the light from the blast faded, the ship remained undamaged, surrounded by the shattered wreckage of the Galra weapon. But Keith's stolen fighter was nowhere to be seen. Matt could hear Coran declaring that Naxela was returning to normal, but right now, that was irrelevant. Not even the fact that Prince Lotor had been the one to save the day was able to register in his mind as he frantically tried to reach Keith over the coms. There was no response.

"Great job, Keith!" Shiro's voice called out over the com. Matt slumped against the pilot seat of his ship as the Galran cruiser jumped to hyperspeed and fled. Immediately, he took his ship towards the debris field to look for any signs of survivors.

"It wasn't Keith," Matt replied, voice trembling as he frantically searched for any sign that the former Red Paladin was still alive. "It was Lotor. The cannon on his ship was the only thing powerful enough to take down that shield. And Shiro… Keith's…"

"What happened?" Shiro asked, a nervous edge to his voice. "Is Keith okay?"

"I don't know!" Matt snapped. "He was trying to do a kamikaze run on the shield at the same time Lotor fired on it. I can't reach him on the coms. I'm searching the debris field for his ship now." Don't you dare die on me, Kogane, he thought angrily as he turned his ship towards the nearest cloud of wreckage. Matt hadn't been as close to the former Red Paladin as Shiro was, but they had been their own little trio like Lance and Hunk were with Pidge.

He ignored Lotor's offer to have a discussion as he frantically piloted his ship through the clusters of wreckage. If Keith really was dead because Lotor had gotten there a fraction of a second too late, there was no way they would listen to a word the Galran prince had to say. And as much as Matt hated the idea of working with the son of the man responsible for the hell he'd endured for almost a year, he knew the coalition couldn't afford to pass up an opportunity to gain such detailed, inside information that not even the Blade of Marmora could acquire.

He forced those thoughts out of his head as he turned his attention back to the hunt for Keith. All around him were the shattered remains of the empire's new weapon. But no sign of Keith's starfighter. Matt held his breath as he searched. All the debris around him was from the weapon, but he wasn't seeing anything that looked like it came from a Galra fighter. It was as if Keith had simply vanished into thin air.

Suddenly, he got a glimpse of something white amidst a distant cluster of purple. Cautiously, he flew in that direction while the remaining ships broke off to escort Lotor to the Castle of Lions. Where was it? He thought to himself as he approached the patch of debris. Where was it... There it is! He turned on the ship's exterior lights, illuminating a sleek, elegant ship of a design he had never seen before. It didn't look Galran or Altean. If anything, it more closely resembled some of the conceptual designs he'd seen in classes at the Garrison than anything else. And emblazoned along the ship's sides was single golden crescent moon.