Authors note: Hi, this came sooner than planned but then again I didn't plan to write this, but I did. I didn't pay attention to my lesson though, but this was well worth it. Enjoy.
Chapter 13: New Paladins:
Hunk shot up in his bed as the alarms in the Castle started to blare, quickly running towards the bridge in fear that they were being attacked. The Alarms continued to blast throughout the Castle, waking Pidge, who knocked their laptop off of their knees; they also made haste towards the bridge. Keith who was already awake, tracing the marking on his knife, the words "half-breed" echoing in his mind, wondering what Lance meant by that, however as the alarms started to blare, he quickly covered up his knife and ran straight to the bridge. The Black Paladin, Shiro was doing push-ups as the alarms went off, he quickly made his way to the bridge.
As the paladins made their way towards the bridge Allura's voice echoed throughout the hallways, panic in every word "Everybody up! Zarkon's attacking! The Castle's about to be destroyed! Go, go, go! We need Voltron now!"
Lance, who was giving his Lion a nice clean, shook his head smiling. "Come on beautiful, let's get out there, even though it's a test" The Blue Lion bowed its head, letting Lance take the helm.
"Hurry! We can't survive much longer!" Allura's voice called through the monitor. Lance took off out of the hanger making his way to the pathway just outside the door, the same one that Blue took them to when they first arrived. Lance had his comms open to the bridge but did not speak, but heard everything that was going on.
"You've got to sell it a little bit more," Coran encouraged, lifting his hand towards Allura, who gave Coran the microphone, "Oh, no! Allura is dead! Aaaah! It's horrible! Her head fell off!" Coran started, to which Lance had to mute his mic in order to snicker at how dramatic Coran was, "Her severed head is trying to speak to me! What is it, Allura's head? What are your final words?"
"Coran..." The sound of Allura's voice, which was monotone and just sounded fed up with Coran's antics, made Lance burst out laughing. By this time all the paladins, excluding Lance, made it to the bridge, just in time to see Coran on the floor, fake tears bubbling down his face. They all looked done.
"Oh, yes. Princess. I'm listening."
"It's over," Allura stated, with her arms crossed, a fed up look crossing her face.
"Oh, I know! Waaaaaagh! If only Voltron had been formed." Coran cried out dramatically, before getting back upright and suddenly looking a little more serious than he had been just a moment before, looking at the paladins as if nothing happened. Lance stopped laughing, and opened his mic ready to open a visual link to the bridge. "- Oh! Time!"
"I guess this isn't an actual attack," Shiro stated, sounding dead on the inside.
"And it's a good thing it wasn't because it took you..." Allura started before remembering she wasn't the one who was meant to be taking the time, "Coran?"
"Seventy-five degrees. Oh, sorry. No, this is a meat thermometer." Coran said, rubbing his mustache as he looked at the thermometer in his hand, before throwing it over his shoulder, the rest of the paladins looked exhausted but Lance just grinned.
"However long it was, it was too long. You must always be ready to do battle with Zarkon," Allura commented, "Look at you! Only Shiro is in uniform. Keith, Pidge, Hunk, where are your Bayards?" Allura questioned, before realizing one paladin was missing, "And where is Lance?"
Lance took this opportunity to open the visual link, everyone turned to look at the screen, "I'm right here princess, I'm in my Lion, in my uniform and I have my bayard. All ready to go!" Lance said enthusiastically, while Pidge muttered something similar to 'Show off'. And unlike the rest of the paladins, Lance looked well rested.
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