It's been a few days since the fight and by the end of this week, Galzack will be emperor. It seemed only fitting that the Blade of Marmora would dictate who would become emperor of the Galra empire after all they've done to protect the universe alongside Voltron. The last few days have been taken easy after all that happened the week before. Alteans were transferred to a new planet, Kuron and Shiro got their own bodies, And Voltron, or more specifically, the blue lion, defeated Honerva once and for all. The woman was encased in ice and set underground in the dungeon of the coalition base on Arus and locked in a vault. Ezor, Zethrid, and Acxa were also chained up in a dungeon somewhere on the Olkarian's planet. They'd make sure that the three rebels wouldn't escape.

For now, Allura thought it fitting to visit the Alteans on their new homeplanet. The city was still in its building process, but many homes were already up and shops already running. Stray builders were still around, having made it their duty to not leave the planet for home until the city was fully built. Allura chose to thank them all individually for their work, despite feeling a little upset that they had already built a coalition base on the Planet before they thought to cater to the needs of her own citizens. Allura invited the entire town to live inside the castle-like structure, and while many were glad to take up her offer, there were also many who decided to continue to bunk with the other families. A lot of Alteans, as unpopular a opinion it was, didn't like the fact that they were uprooted from their homes and taken here, basically left to be homeless. It was understandable, you thought, but it was also important to get them out of there. To see the real world and get to know the other species. And also to understand what really happened while they were in their own little universe.

Speaking of own little universes, after the fight with Honerva, you finally told Kuron everything about yourself. About the real world, and that Voltron was not real.

"What, so you're saying we're just fictional characters in someone's book?"

"That's almost exactly what I'm saying. You're a show on Netflix, and I'm reading a fanfiction about you right now. Like, right now."

"What? Explain that again?"

And yeah..he had trouble believing you.

No figure, you roll your eyes. At the moment you found yourself sitting on the couch in what you guessed was the living room. It looked just like the Castle of Lions. You missed the place, despite the fact that you never set foot in it. It was nothing but a diamond now, and you had no idea what Allura had done with it.

You noticed Lance laying on the couch next to yours, hand holding his head up. He notices you looking at him and asks, "Do you know why Kuron told us to wait in here?"

You shrug, going along with it since you didn't even know Kuron was the reason you were in here. Just as you open your mouth to continue conversation, a door opens across the room, to your left.

Appears a uniquely dressed Kuron, hands on his hips and smile on his face. His white hair is slicked to one side in a military cut and side sweep. His outfit consisted of a grey open front cardigan and a white v neck shirt with a collar that was common amongst the Alteans. His pants were a bit baggy and had grey pockets matching the cardigan, and the bottom of his pants were tucked into white boots with black soles.

With wide eyes and raised eyebrows, you joke, "New body, new you?"

He lets out a breath of laughter. "Sure, let's go with that."

"Wow, Kuron, congrats! You've evolved into a big ball of lint." Lance teased, getting a annoyed look from the old black paladin.

"He seems more like a marshmallow to me." You laugh. "Hey, Baymax, on a scale of one to ten-"

Lance bursts out laughing along with you. Kuron doesn't look the least bit impressed. "Ok, you guys. I get it." You both keep laughing, barely even trying to gain your breath back. Lance laughs so hard he starts coughing. "It wasn't that funny." You both start to calm down, Lance letting out a few more breaths of laughter, then coughs into his hand and finally stops. "...Anyway, I go by Gyro now."

You both burst out laughing again.

"That's not better!" You wheeze, slamming your fist into the couch three times, trying to calm yourself down into a silent laugh. "That's so not better..!"

"Bro, was that your Monsters and Mana name?" Lance exclaims and laughs harder. You join him. "Whew! I needed that. I needed a laugh," Lance breathes minutes later, exhaling in spouts as to gain much needed air and calm his heart down. Kur- Gyro left at some point during the laugh fest. You didn't notice him leave, but it's probably from laughing so much. "You gonna go after him?"

"Nah, he knows I love him." You waved, closing your eyes and grinning lazily as you laid back against the armrest of the couch. "It's just a friendly joke. He'll be fine."

"He's gonna tell Space Dad on us."

"He's gonna ground us. Make us do our homework," You and Lance snickered.

"Hey, you wanna go to the training room and check it out?" Lance asked. "I think I could show you a few things."

You look at him with a wrinkled nose.

He laughs softly, moving his head back and baring his long olive neck. "Ew, dude, no! Not like that.."

"Yeah, sure." You agree, finally knocking off the jokes and forcing yourself up off the enticing couch.

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The castle has many floors. So many that even Coran has a hard time remembering which floor belongs to what. There's the training deck, and the living room/ entertainment floor. There's a few floors for bedrooms so large they could be entire houses, which was home to many Alteans for the time being, as well as the furthest bedroom floor upstairs that belonged to the Paladins and Coran and you, which also specifically had a slide in five of the rooms belonging to the paladins leading to the hangar where the lions were held, in case of a emergency. There was even a room for Kaltenecker, but Keith's wolf liked to stay with him. There was also a conference floor for meetings between the different coalition groups. The only intermissions that came in so far were from the Blade of Marmora, updating on who was going to the Kral Zera, and, for Keith, what missions Krolia was being sent on.

Krolia arrived at the base this morning and has since started training again with Keith, even going so far as to drag Hunk and Shiro into it, since they were the only ones around at the time. She specifically wanted to train with Shiro, who she said had gotten weak and unaccustomed to fighting because of his new body. You begged to differ, having seen him fight only a few days earlier, but you guessed that he only looked like he was fighting well because of the fact that the Honerva's he fought were only illusions. You were able to sneak out of there before she could grab you too. That was hours ago.

Keith walks out of the training room just as you and Lance turn the corner to walk in. He gave you a courtesy smile as you passed each other, but before you could return the expression he had already looked away. Instead, you turned your attention to the sliding doors and Lance walking into the purely white and blue room. You could barely see yourself, the room seemed so bright.

After the last chapter, your appearance reset to a silhouette of light again. You had no doubt that you could change your appearance again if you wanted to, but then it would cause too many setbacks. Whatever the others were seeing when they looked at you would change if you shapeshifted, and that would raise too many questions. Also, you would never be able to decide on one look, being the agglomeration of people that you are. Skin tone, hair color, hair length- you'd never decide on anything. So no, there's no reason to change unless you absolutely have to. Let yourself look like whatever the paladins think you look like.

In the middle of the room, a altar rose from the ground with various weapons on top of it, the many different types of swords and their blades sticking out of one side of the desk and guns and medieval type weapons lay on their sides on the other side.

Lance gestures to them, bayard forming a sword in his other hand. "Pick one."

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Keith finds Shiro in Pidge's room along with Gyro. He comes in to find Gyro shirtless with his shoulder in flashing red and white sparks as Pidge slowly and carefully separates the metal from the flesh with a small laser. The smell of burning flesh fills the room and a door into the balcony is open. On the ground next to them is a new arm, shining and a twin to Shiro's, who was sitting against the wall not too far from them, clenching and releasing his own metal hand.

"What are you doing?" Keith asked, shutting the door behind him and clenching his nose shut between his thumb and forefinger.

"I'm working on replacing Gyro's broken arm with a new one." Pidge said over the zapping of the laser.

"Gyro?"

"Yeah. Kuron wasn't fitting me too well," Gyro replied, biting his lip as Pidge accidentally moved the laser directly onto his skin, burning him. They/She mumbled a sorry.

"And Gyro's better?"

"Shut up, Keith." Both Pidge and Shiro retort without looking up. Unfazed by his friend's chastising, he moved to the side of the room Shiro was sitting on and slid down beside him.

"You ok?" He lowers his voice, glancing at the others. They weren't paying him any attention.

Shiro's voice lowered to a utter. "Better than I've felt in a long, long time." He says, laying his arm over his bent knee. "Guess we were wrong about Raider, huh?"

"He's… They're different than I expected, honestly." Keith admits, sighing. "They're a good person. I shouldn't have doubted them."

Shiro nods. "But, there are some things about Raider that are pretty questionable."

Keith looks at him, surprised. "You noticed too? The shapeshifting?"

He nods again. "And they can see the future too. Or at the very least, predict it." Shiro met his eyes. "They know how to fight, too."

"I taught them how to steer the black lion-"

"No, not that. With weapons..and hand to hand combat."

"You mean when they punched you and ran?" Keith smirked.

Shiro gave him an annoyed look. "They punch hard, alright?" He sighed, setting his eyes on his twin as Pidge finished taking the leftovers of his fake arm off. "They've helped us a lot…but I'm wondering who they really are too.."

Keith thought for a second. "Do you think they're an alien and don't know it?"

I don't know. Could be. It's possible." Shiro said, "Either way, I don't think they mean any harm."

"...So should we take them to Earth?"

"Of course. Where else will they go?"

"Couldn't we help them find their home?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. We don't even know if they're an alien or not. They think they're from Earth. Let then keep believing."

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You check up on Gyro after he finally finishes getting his new arm attached. When you enter the room, all you see is him and Pidge sitting on the floor and talking. His prosthetic looks just like Shiro's. You have a faint memory of seeing Pidge collect it from one of the clones before you blew up the Galra base.

"Hey, your arm!" You said.

"Yeah," Gyro smiled genuinely. "Pidge did a great job, huh?"

The green paladin grinned and made a flattered motion with their/her hand. "Yeah, I did. It took, what? A hour and a half?"

"Just about, yeah." He said. You went to sit down beside them as Pidge cleaned up materials strayed around the floor. The skin on Gyro's shoulder connected to the metal was a ferocious red.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes," he admitted, not downplaying it at all. "Yes. A lot."

"Felt worse?"

"Felt worse."

"You're doing great." You turn to Pidge and start helping them/her pick up their/her stuff.

After a few minutes of silence, conversation picks up again.

"Nice to have another nonbinary pal with me." Pidge commented, sighing after everything was finally in its place and laying down, resting. You joined them/her, laying on your back between Pidge and Gyro, who chose to sit up with his legs crossed.

"Oh..yeah.." You kinda forgot that the paladins thought you were nonbinary, though, it would make more sense to say you were genderfluid? Your character is? Raider is? Whatever. You readers weren't all trans, and if you could have actually pretended to look like yourself and choose your individual character's name with those y/n boxes then that would've been great, but you got this far, what use was it turning back?

And according to the title of this chapter, this fic is about to end.

The last season comes out next week, December 14th, right? It's the end of everything.

Gosh, that hurts.. I don't want it to end!

There's still comics, I think.

They aren't the same!

I didn't start watching the show til it was long over.

You look at Gyro, who has since put back on the tunic and cardigan-like layer of clothing that you had joked on earlier.

If given the chance, I wouldn't have joked on him.

Then go for it.

"You look cute." You compliment.

Gyro makes a face, like he can't tell whether you're joking or not. "Are you sure about that? You didn't seem to think so earlier."

"I did, but making fun of people is funnier. Also, you're always a cutie so.."

The corners of his lips turn up in a smile.

I can't believe we told him who we are.

We're like a hivemind. Has anyone watched Rick and Morty?

"Well, I guess it doesn't matter anyway." He looks down at his new arm, traces his finger over the grooves of his mechanical hand. "Nothing matters, according to you, anyway."

"That was not what I said." You defend. Did I? Did anyone say that?

Not me.

Not me.

"What are you filling his head with?" Pidge asked from behind you. You turn around to defend yourself.

"Nothing! Just contemplating that reality is a illusion."

The universe is a hologram, Buy gold!

We're living in a simulation.

Haha...ha..ha…

"Well, we did go to another dimension where Shiro was Nordic and called himself Sven." Pidge mentioned.

"No way," you laugh as Gyro stares, wide-eyed.

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Keith found himself staring at the ceiling, going over what Shiro said earlier. Taking them to Earth seemed the most rational, but if we were to control the fate of the universe and protect the aliens from corruption by the Galra empire, there would be no reason that aliens would come to Earth anyway. But were you a alien? Would it be best to bring you with them as a part of the team? Maybe you could join Matt's team, or bunk with Rolo and Nyma?

A knock. "Keith?"

He touched along the scar on his cheek as he told her to come in. A flash of light from the open door slid across the floor as Krolia came in, then quickly disappeared as she shut it behind herself and sat on the edge of her son's bed. "Tired? Don't tell me you're going soft on me?"

He gave her a small smile for a second before relaxing back into a frown. "No, it's not the training. That I can handle. It's Raider."

Her purple fingers carted through his long and messy black hair. "A peculiar one, aren't they?"

"Very peculiar." He agreed. "Hey, do you know a race that can shape shift and prophecies?"

"Well, the Alteans can mildly change their forms. And there's the Puigians who have slight prophetic powers. I believe they have short visions when they dream. The Mu race live for one hundred thousand years before they become a gas. And then there's Slav," Keith snorts at the mention of the alien's name. "But no, there aren't any races I know that can shape shift and tell the future, why?"

"Raider. I don't think they're human."

"Oh, well I could tell that."

Keith sits up, ignoring the hand slipping out of his hair. "What?"

"They were able to breathe in space with a crashed spaceship. It was obvious they weren't completely human. I thought everyone knew-" Whatever she had left to say was interrupted by a loud "What!" coming from the room beside them.

Keith was going to ignore it for childish play when the exclamation turned into the muffled sound of multiple people arguing, and both him and his mother rushed out of the bedroom, into the living area, and out into the hallway where Lance was standing next to the door of Pidge's room, his head against the door, trying to listen in. Seeing he was caught, he smiled sheepishly and moved over as the annoyingly taller (by practically one inch!) Half-galra went to open the door.

Pidge's gadget clacked as it hit the floor. "You think we should do what?" Pidge asks, incredulous. Shiro, who's standing beside the green paladin, looks just as unbelieving, and Gyro looks blatantly uncomfortable where he's standing against the far wall.

The three walk into the room as you calmly reply, "Bring Lotor back."

Lance and Keith visibly tense up. Krolia doesn't react as much, aside from downward eyebrows and a suddenly intense stare.

"What?" Everyone turns around to face the Princess of Altea, who was standing in the doorway in her royal clothes, wearing a taut look on her face. "You don't even know Lotor!" She walks in briskly, hands clenched into fists by her side.

Lance thinks about stopping her and calming her down, but decides not to. Instead, he agrees. "Yeah, that's too much of a radical idea…" He crosses his arms and meets your gaze with a furtive look.

How the hell did we get here?

"I heard from Romelle and Gyro what happened, and I don't think it's fair." You lie.

"Not fair?" Allura's voice rose. "What's not fair is that he killed thousands of Alteans. Innocent Alteans," She stepped passed Pidge, up to you. "for his own gain."

"His own gain? He was trying to save them!" You defend. "Yeah, he messed up big time, but it seems to me the only thing he did wrong was not tell them what he was going to do. They sacrificed themselves of their own accord- for the new colony! Even though he didn't tell them what exactly they were in for, they still decided to go, without asking, I may add, and all for the same reason- to create a better future for thousands- millions!" You look at Lance for some kind of support but he turns away.

"Even if it was so," Allura says with a low voice, calming herself down. "there's no way we can save him now. He's gone. There's no way back into the quintessence field and if there was, he's probably already lost his mind. We wouldn't be able to find him anyway."

You feel a hand on your shoulder, stopping you from retaliating with ideas. Gyro looks down at you and shakes his head.

"Fine!" You relent. "Fine." And then you stalk off. Gyro gives everyone a doleful look before following after you.

"That's one weird girl- uh!" Hunk's eyes widen and he straightens his back as Pidge elbows him. "I mean nonbinary person!" He snuck his way in to see what the commotion was halfway through the argument and asked Pidge what was happening while Allura was arguing with you. "Well, that was quick."

The lights in the room start to blink a scarlet color wildly overhead as a alarm blares.

"What? What's that?" Pidge looked up at the flashing lights.

"Is someone attacking us?" Hunk asked, bracing for some type of ripple under his feet. If it wasn't a attack, then what else? Was a earthquake starting? A tornado? Was this planet known for having natural disasters? Were they actually being attacked by Galra agents?

He turns to Allura to see that her eyes are focused on the door to Pidge's sleeping quarters. "No, that's the lions alarms. Someone's in the lions holds!"