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❝ A paladin... ❞ It was hard NOT to be in some amount of confusion seeing this human here. Keith knew little of Earth but he had known the planet was rather primitive and The Blue Lion was previously hidden there- a mission his mother had been on before leaving him with the Blade of Marmora and having to return to her undercover position in the Galra Empire.

❝ So the rumors are true, Voltron really is back? ❞

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Allura leaned against the main counsel of the bridge, biting her knuckle lightly as she read report after report of distress signals around the different galaxies to Team Voltron. More and more came in each day and Allura had the job of reading them and cataloging there importance to the team, something the young Princess hated very much as she basically had to choose who lived or died.

Sighing lightly she ran a hand through her now short hair, something the Princes had done just before coming into the bridge to read the reports. The Altean felt like she needed a change, something to prove that she had changed, that she had learned from everything that had happened.

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Screaming at the ones we love

Like we forgot who we can TRUST,

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     He’d only been found.. a few months ago. Not long enough to work on training thoroughly or get into a regimen here but long enough to know things were wrong. There was someone missing, someone important. And yet he felt like he was the only one worried. Like the rest of them had already given up, already decided that he was dead. But he knew.. he had to still be alive. He had to still be okay.He’d asked to go, asked for someone to allow him to leave and find him. Permission wasn’t granted, however, he had taken a weapon and left nonetheless. Permission or not, he was going to find his friend. 

     He didn’t care about the consequences, not so long as he could find the one missing. He’d been out here for at least a month now.. He’d tripped over enough leads to figure out where he was.. And now he was getting ready to enter the belly of the beast, so to speak. Thank the gods for the luck I’ve had so far. But he was still not out. Not yet. His weapon was at the ready, a broadsword given to him by a Hephaestus camper just before he left. They’d begged him to stay and train, but the longer he was there the longer he was sure the fate of the son of Zeus was sealed. He wasn’t going to let that happen. 

     The narrow caverns started to open up, the demigod moving quickly around a corner before noticing.. it was mostly empty.. mostly. “Shiro?” 

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It had only been a few weeks since the incident, since Shiro’s soul had come out of the black lion’s quintessence through Allura. He’d needed to recover from the whole ordeal, of course, and Keith respected that on the terms that he got to stay by Shiro’s side to watch him when the team had enough time to spare. He hadn’t slept much, and his neck was sore from falling asleep in the chair he’d set up, salvaged from the castle by someone who definitely was not him.

Thankfully, Shiro had recovered enough now that Keith didn’t need to (unintentionally) sleep in a chair, and while that was relieving, the newest black paladin still didn’t feel fully comforted by the thought of Shiro being well enough to...well...

“Shiro, I need to ask you something.”

Keith’s voice was quiet, unsure, worried, which wasn’t a normal tone for it to take. Sure, he’d softened up a little and matured when he was stuck in the quantum rift, but it was still a pretty uncommon tone. Gaze initially averted, he then looked up at Shiro, who’d turned to face him.

He was very suddenly aware of the scar on his cheek.

Just ask him.

“I...was wondering...do you remember anything about what happened to you-- well, your body-- after you were in the black lion?”

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     Careful maneuvering, that’s all it took for the man. He was a decent pilot, but some things he just couldn’t make work. No matter how hard he tried. His ship was damaged, but there was no way he wouldn’t try to make it work to the best of its ability until it no longer could work. Slav would fix it later. He didn’t have the time to worry about it now. Attention is moved from his focus in a second, having to divert his ship’s course before crashing it on a nearby planet. But something here.. it was wrong. Cautious eyes look around as he exited his (absolutely totaled) ship. 

     His weapon remains in hand as he moved to get a look, though his stance is lax, he wants no hostile encounters though he was full ready for one. There will be no bloodshed if I can help it. But he heard a snap, quickly moving to hide behind a tree before rounding it so that he would be behind the other. That armor was Altean. “Freeze.” One word spoken, but he knew what his reality’s Alteans were capable of. I do not want to hurt you. 

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Keith wasn’t big on social events, especially not ones that involved loud music and booze, but getting invited to the Thi Beta Ki was a big deal. Not that he’d been invited, oh no, but his friend Lance was and he didn’t want to go alone. They’d fought the whole way there, with Keith giving the argument ,“You’re just gonna leave me by the booze as soon as you see someone hot!” to which Lance indignantly responded, “Come on, give me some more credit! I’m not that big of an asshole!”

Lance left him by the booze.

The red solo cup in his hand felt too heavy. Most of the people here would probably have been stoked to get yet another full cup of cheap beer, but Keith just felt out of place. Glancing up, he saw one of those couples: Soul mates. Everyone knew about those people; the lucky ones who met their other half and saw the world in color. Keith was pretty skeptical about the whole thing, but when you saw those people... it hit you. The way they looked at each other in the world in a way that others just couldn’t understand. Shit. He took a sip of his cheap beer to wash away the jealousy. 

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He had been so quiet. He had walked so slowly. The dragon had been asleep. It should have been harder to wake him up! Yet that treacherous lizard had drawn a deep breath and then stood up so fast. There had been no time or place to hide. The thief went stiff and rigid as fear gripped him. He was caught. He was dead.

The gust of wind whipped his hair around and flung his short cloak over one shoulder. He was dressed in a simple leather armor, cobbled together by his own hands and from his own hunting trips. The short cloak was light grey almost the same as the stone walls of the cave. What little good his camouflage might have done him was gone now that he had been spotted. The dragon’s word made his brain go numb and his feet sunk through the floor.

Though that might just be because of how scared he was.

The thief slumped his shoulders down. He stood with his back towards the dragon. His eyes drifting to the ceiling of feathers and the one lone plume that he had been set upon. He couldn’t tear his eyes from it. It had been so close. He had come all the way here. And now it was for nothing.

“Now?” He sighed and slowly turned around to face the great beast. “Nothing I guess. Being lunch?” He couldn’t muster up the courage to look the dragon in the eye. If he was going to die he didn’t want to see the teeth that were going to rip his body apart. He had endured enough nightmares on the journey here already. “A failure of a thief before even the first heist. Does that still count?”