It definitely was not the easiest job being a paladin of Voltron, being have to face almost death so many times and not knowing if all of them would make it to see the next day. Keith felt he always had to be ready to do his best. Failure was not an option, they were the universe’s only hope after all. Sometimes however being the red paladin of Voltron wasn’t so bad he was a sucker for some adrenaline.
Main part of Voltron’s mission was to help the people in need throughout the entire universe. This time was no different, they had received a distress signal from a small planet nearby. Pidge’s galra detector hadn’t appointed any galran activity in such place, however it was their duty as paladins to lend a hand to those in need.
They flew in their lions towards said planet to uncover that the signal was about. The five of them arrived at a village, where the distress signal was supposely coming from. A huge comotion seemed to be happening when they landed, probably because of the enourmous colorful robot lions standing in their home.
All of them got out of their lions and Shiro proceed to explain that they were there to help them. They talked to their leader, who explained that they were falling victim to another species that lived in that planet. They said they would look into it and take the nescessary measures to solve the problem.
By foot they were going to check out where the villagers apointed to be where the other species lived. Keith heard something moving near a big rock near them. Always ready for the unpredictable he told the team he was going to check it out.
❝ Hello? ❞ He tried saying before getting too close.
A noise, a sound they have never heard before, rings out across the barren land, shooting a mixture of thrill and anxiety down their spine. They crane their head ever so slightly out from behind their hiding spot, flicking out the bony tip of their probe to taste the air in a manner much like that of a reptile. Like the rest of their species, they do not possess eyes to see, but instead use a mixture of echolocation and their advanced sense of smell to build a mental picture of the world around them.
The thing that is approaching is a color they associate with anger (though the species have no word for red, or even color itself) and that makes them a bit more uneased then they had previously been.
Their curiosity, however, is stronger then their fear.
The Xenomorph’s sleek, ivory form crawls out from behind the rock on all fours, elongated head bowed and tail curling around their rear legs in a classic submissive gesture that had been beaten into their mind since their birth. They wish to know more about the strange flesh thing that is the color of anger, but they also do not wish to aggravate it, least it decides to use whatever godly powers it possesses on them.
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