Captain's Orders

Radar's eyes opened to see several monitor screens. He didn't know how much time had past. Radar looked around the small room, which was dark except for the monitors in front of him. He realized he was sitting in a chart and passed the monitors, he could see endless space filled with debris. He recognized the area as the battle wreckage from the fight with Zarkon. Keith had taken him out here yesterday to look for Shiro, but they didn't have any luck.

"Am I," Radar paused not sure if he was losing his mind. "Am I inside my head."

The Red Lion began going over what he could remember up until this moment, recalling the events since the battle with Zarkon. He had gone back to his plain and curled up on the orange desert earth next to the single ram shack house, Keith had grown up in. Lux had woken him up and told him Therron called a meeting, which he learned was about stealing his paladin, for the second time.

The memory made him mad and he tightened his hold on the controls. He turned his head to look down and noticed he had hands and not the large paws of the Red Lion. Radar drew his focused back towards the events following the meeting. He returned to his plain again after getting into another argument with the Black Lion where Waverly followed him. He recalled his conversation with her and seeing Keith, which wasn't unusual. He had called out to him and that was the last thing he remembered.

He glances around the cockpit and could say for certain he was no longer the Red Lion. Radar looked down at his hands both holding a control handle either side of him. He smirked, an idea coming to mind. "Okay, I'm curious. Let's see what's so great about being a Paladin."

Radar pushed on the controls and the Red Lion took off. He moved the controls back and the Red Lion weaved through the wreckage. He didn't know how he was doing it. Radar had never piloted any ship before. He was a ground troop in the battles he fought deca-phoebs ago, but his body knew what to do, instinctively reacted.

"Oh, yeah. I can see the appeal to this." Radar said as he slowed his pace through a new area of debris. To his left, he heard the steady beeping of the scanner. "Okay, now I'm going to find Shiro."

Radar pushed the controls forward, covering more ground. The search went on and the Red Lion enjoyed his time flying, which slowly decreased as time pass-by, without finding anything pointing towards Shiro. He gripped the controls harder and with a deep sigh, he turned around.

He wasn't sure where he was headed, but he flew the Red Lion in a straight path. Radar tried to change directions, but he lost control of his hands. He struggled to gain control of his body, but the attempt was useless. It made him frustrated having no control over his actions and slowly he felt himself regain movement and he drove the Red Lion forcefully forward. In the distance, he could make out the Castle of Lions.

Radar eased back, short of breath and weak, letting his arms move on their own again. "Well," he paused, "This sucks."

He docked in the Red Lion hangar and left the cockpit. He felt like a zombie, shuffling around without any feeling or control of his movements. Radar tried to gain control, but every attempt made him weaker and more irritated. In the locker room, he removed the paladin suit and changed into regular clothes. He wore black pants and a grey t-shirt and pulled a jacket out of the locker. Radar noticed it wasn't the navy blue of his Altean uniform, but red. He recognized the jacket. It was Keith's. "So I'm not in my head, I'm in Keith's." Radar bent down to tie his boot. "Or more like your body."

The Red Paladin didn't hear him or didn't respond and Radar fell silent, processing his current situation. He was smaller, human, and just as invisible as before. Radar growled low, a habit he acquired from being the Red Lion for ten thousand years. "Keith, can you hear me? I think I've taken over your body." His body moved on its own as he raised his other foot against the bench to tie his boot. "Well at the very least I'm in your body." Again there was no reply or indication that the Red Paladin heard him. "Keith, I need you to answer me."

Radar's frustration grew at his paladin continued to ignore him. Keith's body stood up, turning to grab his jacket to leave. "Damn it, Keith." Radar yelled, slamming the locker shut and kicking the bottom. It wasn't Keith's body, but Radar who had done it. He could feel the impact and felt his hand and foot begin to throb. He rested his hands against the metal surface of the locker as his breathing grew heavy and cursed at the amount of effort it took to move.

After the kick, Keith left the locker room, leaving his jacket behind. Radar felt dragged along like before as he made his way down the hallway. He kept trying to get the Red Paladin's attention, but his attempts were weak as he felt like he had been hit by another black energy attack, sapping all of his strength. Keith led them to the training deck and although he didn't have the energy to fight himself. He enjoyed watching Keith fight, which helped calm him.

When Keith finished his training, Radar realized he was heading back in the direction of the lockers. He wiped the sweat off his forehead as he walked slowly down the hall. Radar smiled his paladin was just as tired as he felt.

As he continued down the hall, he heard a familiar voice call, "Radar!"

The Red Lion looked up and saw the familiar long black hair and small frame of his sister. She rushed towards him and wrapped her arms around him. Her head came to the middle of his chest. He had forgotten how little she was. "What happened to us? You disappeared and I went to get Lux's help. Then everything went white. I woke up a few minutes ago and saw Lux, but he couldn't hear me and then he took off."

Radar sighed, relieved he wasn't alone. He smiled and placed his hand on her head, noticing the movement didn't take any energy, "You're smaller than I remember."

"Radar," She said, frustrated, shaking the hand off her head. "Can you please try to take this seriously. What is going on? I'm worried," she said, bowing her head.

Radar reached out and rested his hands on her shoulders, "I'm sorry, Waverly. We'll figure this out."

Waverly remained silent. She didn't look all that convinced by what Radar had said.

"You said you saw Lux. I'll go find him." Radar felt his body move with him as he turned to continue down the hall.

"It's no use. He couldn't hear me," Waverly mumbled.

Radar stopped and looked back at his sister. She wore the same clothes as Lance, which appeared to have not changed in size because his long sleeve shirt hung awkwardly on her shoulders and sleeves went passed her hands. Her jeans although fit her waist also seemed to be too long and bagged at the bottom. "Well, do you have any better idea? " Radar asked.

The Blue Lion shrugged and turned around, "No, Radar and I don't understand. How are we here?" She wouldn't turn to look at Radar but continued asking questions. "How are we walking around? Are we alive? Where are the Paladins?"

Radar walked over and kneeled in front of her. "Not exactly, Waverly."

"This is your fault," Waverly said under her breath as she turned away from him.

Radar grabbed her arms, forcing her to turn to face him. "I didn't plan this!"

"No," she said as she squirmed under Radar's grip, which he released when he saw the tear on her cheek. "I'm here because I went searching for you. That's why I'm here. I am Lance aren't I?" She rubbed her arms to steady her.

"Waverly," Radar said, hesitantly.

"Do I look like him?"

"No, Waverly, listen to me," Radar said, reaching towards her a second time, but more gently.

Waverly shook her head not wanting to hear anything he had to say, but Radar didn't let go. He sighed and said, "You're right. This is my fault. Please give me a chance to correct it."

The Blue Lion paused looking into his amber eyes. "Alright."

Radar heaved a sigh of relief. "Okay, now we need to find the others."

"Others," Waverly said, surprised. "You think Sorrel and Therron are here too?"

Radar let go of Waverly and stood up, "Gods, I hope not. That would just add to an already bad situation." He ran his hands through his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose trying to focus. "But you did say, you saw Lux, so let's start there."

The young Altean shrugged, "I don't know, he couldn't hear me."

"Well, we have to start somewhere. What other choice do we have?"

Waverly looked down, taking in her appearance. "Waverly," Radar finished.

His sister looked back up at him, her head tilted all the way back. She crossed her arms and Radar felt all the warmth in her eyes disappear. "I can't wait that long. I need you to fix this now," Waverly barked.

Radar rubbed the back of his neck. " I would if I could, but I don't know how."

Waverly ran her hand through her hair and twirled a strand of her hair. "Lance isn't going to take this well."

Radar felt his body move against him again as his hand shot to his ears. After a moment he moved towards Waverly, who watched him with deep concern and worry as he placed a hand over her mouth. "It's not me I swear."

Waverly pulled his hand off of her mouth and stepped away. "It's the Paladins isn't it?" She sat on the floor, pulling her legs to her chest, and wrapping her arms around herself. Radar saw the tears fall on her face as she sobbed, "What's happening to them?"

Radar bit his lower lip unable to give his sister an answer. He wondered if Keith was aware he was even there. Did Keith see Waverly or Lance? He had gotten himself in bad situations with the Paladins before, but this was messing with his own mind. He was closer physically to his paladin, but more cut off from communicating. A smile crossed his face and he raised his hand to hide it from his sister. The other Lions would say Radar is the most stubborn, temperamental of the group and closest in relation to his paladin, but he still couldn't get Keith to understand him. He chuckled, amused by Keith's own stubbornness against him, though, he was confident Keith wasn't aware of Radar's own actions.

The Red Lion walked over to sit beside his sister on the floor against the wall. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and said, "I don't know, but I'm sure, they are just as concerned and scared as we are." Radar squeezed her shoulder, "We'll figure this out, Waverly." Radar stopped, caught off guard by the sound of his voice. He spoke but could hear Keith's voice.

Waverly leaned away from him. "What was that?" More tears stained her face. "Are you turning into Keith now? Are we all going to take over and possess them like ghosts. That's what Lance thought I was at first. What is going to happen to them?"

"Stop, Lance." The name was foreign to him. He had never said it before. He wasn't a fan of the reckless paladin or Lance's inability to protect his sister. He heard Keith again when he spoke and felt the paladin's presence. Radar wrapped the Blue Lion in a hug, "The Paladins are alright."

Waverly relaxed as Radar's voice came through. "I want to believe that, but I know Lance. This is going to break him apart. I can't do that to him. I can't be him, Radar. You have to help me make this go away."

Radar froze hearing the Blue Paladin's voice speak through his sister. It was unnerving and scared Waverly. She turned away from him and Radar stood, offering her his hand. "Then I will," he said with Keith's voice. He helped her to her feet and picked her up, carrying her on his back.

They walked down one of the many hallways. Radar wasn't certain where he was going, but he had lost control of his movements and flowed with the movement his body pulled him in.

"Do you think they can see us?" Waverly asked.

"I don't know."

"I could feel Lance right beside me as I spoke. Can he hear me?"

"I don't know."

"I feel like I'm being tugged around and someone is pulling me on strings. Do you feel that?"

"Yes, " Radar said, through clenched teeth.

"But we can talk with no problem why is that?"

"I don't know, Waverly. Please, no more questions."

They approached a door at the end of the corridor and Radar recognized the room. They were in the infirmary or pod chamber room. The door slid open and Coran was standing at the control panel, humming an Altean military cadence. "Ah, Keith it's good to see you up and around."

"Wait you see him," Waverly said, with Lance's voice as she raised her head from Radar's shoulder.

"Yes, are you hurt? Keith, Why are you carrying Lance?"

"I think I know the answer to your first question."

Waverly jumped down from Radar's back, running towards Coran, wrapping him in a hug. "Why am I hugging him? I hate this. Radar, pull me off of him." She stepped back on her own and turned around. Radar stood with his arms crossed, watching his sister with concern. She sighed, "What is the answer?"

"The Paladins can see us, but everyone else can't. We are connected to our Paladins and so through Voltron, the Paladins are joined and linked to us."

"If you need any assistance."

"No, I don't want anyone's help," Lance's voice spoke through Waverly. She stormed towards the door, but Radar grabbed the back of her shirt.

Waverly fought Radar to get him to release his hold, but it didn't work. Radar was still the bigger brother both taller and stronger than her. "It's not me doing this."

"I know. I'm not the one holding on to you either."

"I must say you Paladins can be quite strange."

"Strange how?" Radar asked, hearing Keith's voice.

"Will you stop that," Waverly said, still struggling against her brother's grip.

Coran continued to explain, "One dobash you all get along and the next you're fighting. You get so much energy one tick and the next you're sulking. I myself may be a lively fellow, but I don't know any Altean to be so sporadic."

"I think I do," Radar said, looking down at his sister.

Waverly kicked her brother. "Ow." Radar held onto the back of her shirt as she crossed her arms stubbornly turning away from him. "I'm not doing it on purpose. We just want the same thing," Radar's voice changed back to Keith, "What are we meant to do next."

Waverly looked down at the floor.

"Keith, my boy."

"Shut up, Coran. Ten thousand years and you're still just as irritating. I don't know how Alfor put up with it."

"Radar," Waverly said, trying to stop him, but Radar continued. " No, I've wanted to say this for a long time. Having been at the side of the King of Altea, I know how ridiculously pinheaded they can be."

"Radar," Waverly, said more forcefully.

The Red Lion ignored her. "But since the day we've met. I knew you could do nothing to change his mind."

"Stop it," his little sister yelled, as she struggled to get out of her brother's grip.

"No," the Red Lion tugged at the back of her shirt, "I knew Alfor better than he ever did, but before the war even started Coran saw what was happening and did nothing to stop it. By the time the war happened, it was already too late, but he survived and an inter-race was wiped out." Radar let go of Waverly's shirt and placed his hand on the back of Waverly's head, ushering her out the door. "He can't help anyone, but himself."

Waverly's shoulders were slumped forward as she walked down the hall. They didn't talk until Waverly walked into Keith's room. Waverly sat on the bed, pushing the tray of untouched food behind her and looked up at her brother. Radar smiled, which his sister didn't return. "What?" He pressed. "I said I would help and I want whatever this is to go away just as much as you do," Radar said, echoing Keith's voice.

"Why," Waverly asked with Lance's voice. She looked away from him, but Radar caught a glimpse of disgust cross her face.

"Why what?"

"You say you want to help, but you never except help from anyone. Coran isn't the one to blame for what happened to Altea. He did everything he could to help Alfor, but you never even noticed."

"No!"

"No, what Keith."

"I am not!"

"You are. The way you're acting." Waverly's voice changed again, "Like caring about someone is the worse thing imaginable."

"Waverly."

"That has never been you!"

Radar paced the small bedroom. "I know, I don't play nicely with others and have been difficult. But it's because I don't want things to repeat like before." His voice changed again, "I don't know what to do." Radar felt Keith pull him towards the closet and opened the mirror. He chuckled and turned back to Waverly, "I'm just as confused as Keith about this, but there are other concerns, right now, then just us being our Paladins."

Waverly lowered her head and spoke with Lance's voice. "Maybe you're right. We don't know what we're meant to do, but..." Waverly lifted her head, "that doesn't make it less of a concern." Waverly shrugged, "I don't know if I believe Therron that Shiro is dead, but I also don't believe our current situation is going to better our chances of finding the Black Paladin."

Radar sat down beside his sister, folding his hands in his lap. "Therron and I argue a lot, but I've known him a long time." Radar's voice changed, "I care about him."Waverly chuckled as her brother continued, "He is smart and although I don't agree or always trust his judgment. I understand his priorities. He wouldn't suggest Keith lead Voltron if he didn't believe it was the only option."

"Then why say no."

"Because Therron is often short-sighted and doesn't always realize there are other options. Then there is the past. I'm not saying Keith would make the same mistakes, but I don't…" Radar paused when his voice began to shift to Keith's, "I don't know if I can handle going through it again. I'm barely holding it together and I'm terrified I'm going to lose control."

"You're not alone this time. We all made mistakes, but I promise I'm not leaving you this time. I'm scared too. I don't want to lose my paladin. I know Lance is different, but his role is more influential than any of you truly know. I know Therron feels the same way. He doesn't want to take Keith away from you. From what I can tell, their connection was just as close as you and Keith. I'm not saying to give up on Keith, but maybe you should give Therron a second chance." Waverly's voice changed too as she said, "And if you're worried about losing control, I promise to be there for you whenever you need."

Radar smiled, "I know you will. You always have, Waverly."

"Oh come on, you've taken care of me my whole life. I don't even compare."

"You're more influential than you truly know."

"Don't use my own words against me," Waverly said, bumping against Radar, who smiled his true grin for the first time since Shiro's disappearance.

Suddenly, they heard a knock on the door. Radar got up to answer it. Waverly took the blanket on the bed and wrapped it around her. "Don't answer it," Waverly cried, but Radar had already swiped his hand across the panel.

Outside the hallway stood a familiar taller, blond Altean with olive skin and bronze eyes. Radar scowled at the intruder and clenched his hands as he crossed his arms. "You got two seconds to convince me not to punch your face."

"You really need to work on your greetings. For example: Hi, Radar, nice to see you."

"He is, Radar? Right?" A green mop of hair moved to look up over Lux's shoulder. The child squirmed until Lux placed the young Altean down. Sorrel ran passed Radar into the bedroom. "So now we know it's not just the two of us, but everyone," He said with the green paladin's voice. "Question is: what do we do to fix it. Wait, where's Waverly?"

"I'm here." A muffled voice protruded from under the blanket. Sorrel jumped on the bed and began tugging at the blanket. "Why are you hiding?"

The blanket blob fought to keep the blanket around her. "I don't know!" Waverly yelled.

"Hey! That's enough!" Radar picked Sorrel up and pulled the boy off the bed. "You're still the annoying little kid I remember."

"I'm not a little kid anymore."

"Could've fooled me," Radar said, letting Sorrel go.

Sorrel made a break towards the bed and ripping the blanket off.

Waverly screeched.

Lux and Radar, both covered their ears, but the young green hair Altean stared with his mouth agape and a large smile. "Nice to see you too, Wave."

Waverly looked up at the boy with his hazel eyes. "I didn't mean to do that."

"I don't think we mean to do a lot of things, but we're inside the Paladins. They have the control." The young Altean couldn't help laughing.

"I don't know what is so funny about that," Radar said.

"Neither do I, " Sorrel said, calming his laughing fit. "It's actually a bit irritating."

"I'll say." Waverly wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and tucked her knees to her chest. "We shouldn't be here."

"Agreed. Sorrel," Radar's voice changed to Keith's, "back to what you were saying about fixing this, do you have any idea how?"

Sorrel stifled his laughter. "No idea, but hearing you talk like your paladin is even more terrifying than hearing my own."

"There has to be some way of getting back," Lux said, stepping into the room. "What about Therron?"

Radar glared at him, moving away to sit next to Waverly. "What about him?"

"Well, let's consider what we do know," Lux said as Hunk. " Shiro is missing so if he doesn't have a paladin to connect too."

"He's still in his lion."

"That could be useful. He can find us on his end."

"But what do we do," Waverly pouted. Radar put a hand on Waverly's shoulder. "I'm not conferrable waiting around in my paladin's body."

"She's right. We can't wait on Therron."

"Well, Radar, not that I'm the biggest fan of the idea, but with Therron not here-"

"I'm active Captain," Radar said, coming to the realization. If he could, he would love the opportunity to rub it in Therron's face, but Shiro crossed his mind and he couldn't put the two together. He admired the black paladin's leadership, which he constantly saw a lack of in Therron. He didn't understand how the two could be connected.

"Wait, hold up, now. Who is what?" Lux's words came out in Hunks crazy bombardment. Lux took a breath to steady his rant, "I don't recall ever voting on that."

"Maybe not, but he is ranking military officer and you did use to take orders from him," Sorrel clarified.

"Okay, fine, but you're going to be the one to come up with a plan." Lux pointed to Sorrel.

"Sure, but Radar gets the final call and I don't think your all going to like it," Sorrel said.

Lux stepped closer, peering over Radar and taking him in with great length. Radar wanted to clock Lux in the face but felt something holding him back. Instead, he stepped further back placing more distance between them. "Fine. Radar's the captain."

"Either way, what are we going to do about this?" Waverly asked, speaking as Lance.

"I don't think there is anything we can do about it."

"I don't get it!" Waverly shouted, Lance's voice coming through. "You want us to sit back and do nothing. How is that going to solve anything?"

"Hm," Sorrel sat down in the middle of the floor, thinking. The rest of the group watched him as they waited for their tech genius to come to a conclusion, but it was Pidge they heard, "Well, we know we share a physiological bond with the lions, which would explain the link in seeing visions or memories of their past, but it's also possible that the Lions were able to establish a stronger link and are messing with our senses and perception of reality. In one of my visions, which I mentioned I was in the Green Lion's hangar and the lion was under construction. Well at the end of the vision I went to elbow Therron, but when I turned around it was Shiro I hit. If Shiro and Therron are connected, then my senses of the past reality and present were already intertwined."

"What did you just do? Was that part of the Paladins conversation? What we hear ourselves say is directly linked to their dimension."

"It's highly possible," Sorrel said. "We aren't doing nothing. We are listening and gathering more information about or Paladins. This is the closest we have ever come to communicating with them."

"So," Waverly said, "We're just in their heads."

"Yup," Sorrel said, with a wide grin. " But like Pidge said, the mind is capable of doing incredible tricks to reality. Our own dimension is made from the memory of our Paladin's, but we've been able to access our own memories to them. Who's to say we can't access their world"

"That's it!" Lux said, throwing his hands in the air and turning towards the door. "I'm calling this off. That is a terrible plan. We can't keep intervening with the Paladins. Our job is to protect the universe from evil not try to get our lives back. We're dead. Something I think you all have forgotten. We screwed up our lives. I won't ruin another Paladins."

Radar stood blocking the doorway. "That's not an option."

"Wh-why not. You don't think we've done enough harm. How are you so convinced that we aren't bound to repeat the past or do you think Keith's some magical exception? It doesn't matter if Therron isn't here. Keith will choose to leave on his own just like your last Paladin."

Radar grabbed Lux's brown jacket and shoved him up against the back wall. "Shut the hell up!" Radar felt the heat rise from his palms. He was itching to land a punch, but held his grip on Lux's jacket. Radar felt a hand on his forearm and glances down to see the fearful hazel eyes of Waverly. Slowly, Radar lowered his arms and let go. When Radar calmed his temper, he said with Keith's voice, "We wait it out." Radar waited for Lux to protest, but when he didn't Radar continued, "We've never shared this close of a connection to our Paladins. We shouldn't waste it. Listen to your Paladins and continue to contact them. Understood?"

The other Lions nodded their heads.

"Good and Lux," the Yellow Lion looked up at him. "Stay as far away from me as possible or you will come to regret it," Radar said, continuing to glare at him.

"Don't blame me if you can't except the truth. Actually, that sounds vaguely family, something Therron would do."

"I'm nothing like him."

"You sure about that?"

"You're both like him."

"What!" Radar and Lux said together.

"I agree, you're both acting like idiots," Waverly said.

"Thank you, Waverly," Sorrel said. "Someone who finally agrees with me. It's very refreshing."

Waverly stuck her tongue out at him and Sorrel chuckled.

"Lux, please, just trust me," Radar asked, nicely.

"Fine, man, whatever," Lux shrugged.

Sorrel jumped back onto his feet and said in Pidge's voice, "Well even if there isn't much we can do about this. I'm going to go look into it and check on the results for the diagnostic I'm running on the people, who might of kidnapped Matt. See ya later."

"Are you still doing that on purpose Sorrel?" Lux said, stepping around Radar and walking out with Sorrel.

Radar sighed, walking to sit down on Keith's bed hanging his head and could hear Keith say with him, "Things just got a lot more complicated."

"I'll say. Be honest. Do you really think this is a good idea?"

Radar looked up and smiled. The young teenage girl wearing blue jeans, a baseball shirt, and green jacket had her sleeves pushed up and was looking down at her arms. "Honestly, a moment ago I wanted to be just as much out of my Paladins head as you do, but now I realize I would be giving up a great opportunity to understand and connect with him. Don't you want that take that chance?"

"Not really. Lance is different. I'm worried about how he will react," Waverly held out her forearms, "This isn't going to be an easy change for him."

"Hey, personally, I think Pidge has it the hardest. She has Sorrel in her head. I can't even imagine what that is like."

Waverly sat down beside Radar. "I don't know, Pidge is more free going and works through whatever situation she faces, just like Sorrel. Lance isn't as excepting just like me." Waverly smiled, "I get that from you actually."

Radar punched her arm, grinning. "Hey, I can be excepting. I just don't have to be happy about it."

"Either way, the hardest part for Lance and me is excepting ourselves."

Radar was speechless and waited for Waverly to continue.

"We always try to be better for others. He looked up to his brother just like I look up to you. Being happy and careless, its just a face. What happens when that's taken way. Lance feels vulnerable, because that is exactly how I feel. I meant it when I said Coran isn't to blame. I am. Part of me wishes I never was part of the Voltron Project. Therron would be King, Altea would never have been destroyed. I'm the cause of so much suffering. It all began with me, but I couldn't leave you, because as must as I needed you, Radar. I knew you needed me so much more."

Radar felt the tear slide down his cheek.

"I know you turned down the Voltron Project when the Council first asked. You didn't want to give me up. That's when you went to Therron. He said I would never be accepted as a candidate, but you convinced him. You agreed only on that condition and they needed you, more then they ever needed me. Not only have I let down the whole universe I promised to protect. I let down the only person, I ever cared about. You."

Radar wrapped his arm around Waverly's shoulder. "You have never let me down, Waverly. Maybe you can't except and see that right now, but I promise you. One day, you will."

Kestle:

I finally finished this chapter :) Thank you all for your patience.

I will start working on the next chapter of Voltron: Origins and hope to have it out much much sooner.

In the meantime, I hope you like this new chapter of Voltron: Lions.

Please don't forget to comment.

Thanks again :)