Space boy

23.4% chance

The plan was simple, Zarkons ship had been infected by a virus to damage his ship. Voltron would kick his butt and open an extra-large wormhole (Lance's words), Shiro would form the head and Zarkon would be taken down for good. 

Though it was easier said than done, the paladins quickly acquired extra scultrite, crystals and a few more items to get the plan on track. Y/N had stayed in the castle, mostly contemplating the series of previous events in peace.

With the paladins, all back from their missions, Y/Nwatched silently as Allura would snub Keith. Whether it was committing his name from her praise of them or just being unnecessarily hostile. 

It was weird, she was so nice to everyone else. But her demeanour towards him had changed within the span of what, ten minutes?

"You know, the probability of you here is pretty low. I'm surprised you're even alive".

Well, she tried to contemplate in peace. 

A really annoying caterpillar-like alien male stood next to her, studying Y/N's perturbed face with perplexion. It would have been fine if he stared at a distance, she wouldn't have minded as much. 

But the problem was he did not shut the fuck up.

A slow, irritated groan left Y/N's lips as the alien named slav rambled on and on about how there was precisely a 1/18 of a chance that she could die at this moment in the next reality. 

Lance snarkily laughed at Y/N's displeasure but turned away when he wad shot a venomous glare. 

"It's interesting about how in 5 seconds there is a 23.4% chance that you, at this very moment could strangle the blue paladin". 

Y/N felt her eye twitch as Slav got closer and droned on and on in her ear and to no one in particular. 

Now that Shiro had left to go set a trap for Zarkon with the black Lion, Y/N seemed to be Slav's next target. His endless chatter of 'the space-time continuum and the endless other realities only embellished her annoyance as she had no clue what he was talking about.

So, when the black paladin's voice finally sounded in the room Y/N almost cried from the relief of it all and instead focused on the current mission. 

"Zarkon took the bait. He's got my location. Is everybody in position?"

Kolivan shook his head and frowned, his now unmasked face a picture of an amusement "We've not yet heard from Thace. He was supposed to contact us two Vargas ago.

A blade (now revealed to be called Antok) intervened " He could've been captured".

"Or killed" Kolivan added "We need to abort the mission immediately".

His statement caused an uproar between the non-blades. The princess shook her head and interjected "Abort? No! We cannot back away now".

Antok folded his arms "The Blade of Marmora does not take chances. It's how we've survived for so long". 

Still refusing to give up, Allura replied stubbornly" It's held you back. Your caution is the reason Zarkon is still in power".

Y/N nodded, it was a good point to be fair. 

The head of the blade seemed to be just as determined to get his way as Allura "We would rather wait than jeopardize everything. Besides, it's too late to get someone else on the inside"

There was a silence before Keith spoke "I'll do it". 

A chorus of 'what?' followed his declaration.

"I'll sneak onto Zarkon's ship. I'm Galra" Y/N watched his hands clench tightly "So I'll be able to interact with their technology. Pidge, you can rig up one of those pods with a cloaking device, right?"