Voltron (Percy Jackson edition)

A space furry takes over the castle of lions

Thankfully, no alarms sounded the next morning waking them up at dawn. The night after defeating Myzax had been a very tiring one. The Arusians had invited the team- the whole team this time- back to their village. Percy liked the little dudes and he would be sad to leave the planet, but he kinda figured the rest of the universe could use some saving too.

That was, if they survived for much longer. Percy was absolutely sure they were going to get their asses handed to them in that last fight. He didn't know what they would have done if they had lost, thrown in a Voltron sized white flag?

Yeah, no. They'd have to get the sheets off of their beds to make that, but maybe Percy should throw something together just in case.

They headed back to the castle first to get patched up, no one receiving too bad of damage, before they once again headed out to the Arusian village. By the time they all sat along the large table, food was already on display, and Percy couldn't deny the way his stomach rumbled like a freight train. It must have been around midday, between lunch and dinner, but he didn't care, digging in anyways.

(He was glad the Arusians didn't have some sort of prayer before they ate because that would have been embarrassing for him.)

"Voltron has saved us all!" Their leader announced, "Princess Piper of Altea and Will also valiantly stood between us and the violence, true alliance material. Let us form one, here and now before the sun sets!"

Percy was glad that the Alteans were being recognized, but he was too busy stuffing his face to clap along with the rest of the paladins and aliens. Annabeth elbowed him in his aching ribs and he tried not to hiss in pain. She brought her elbow back regretfully.

"No no, the proper setting for an alliance formation should be in the castle of lions!" Piper stood from the head of the table and Percy gulped down the last of his food. He had a really bad feeling about all of this. "Arusians, you are invited to the castle of lions tomorrow during sunset for an alliance party!"

The small Arusians looked from one to another before cheering their little heads off. Percy tried not to grip the edge of the wooden table too hard, but he could also see the distaste on the other Paladins faces (namely Nico's.) They had all been expecting a relaxing day tomorrow with no social interaction and just them launching the castle-ship, but it looks like things never went their way.

Maybe Altean parties were chill and relaxed? Percy had never been one to want a boring party, but just this once he would let it slide if it meant a few extra hours of sleep. At least Piper hadn't announced the party to be at sunset, so there was that.

By the time they managed to escape the village of the little squirrel aliens, the sun (or, this system's equivalent of a sun) was starting to set. Grover and Jason had disappeared off to somewhere, Grover claiming that he needed to repair the yellow lion with Jason's help. Nico, Percy assumed, was either trying to get into Will's good graces, or he was hitting the training deck. Percy sure hoped it was the second option because they didn't even really know these aliens.

That was how Percy found himself strolling along the bridge, breathing in the air that would never be as crisp as Earth's, and then face planting when he tripped over Annabeth.

"Percy," she greeted, unimpressed as Percy pulled himself up from the ground to dust himself off.

"What're you doing sitting on the edge of the bridge like that!" He groaned, even as he moved to sit next to her, legs swinging off the side, "you're a tripping hazard."

"And you're a hazard in general," Annabeth muttered, though despite her words her tone had no heat in it. Percy found himself wilting because ever since the prisoners had been released from the pods and that monster- Myzax- had attacked, she had been acting moodier than usual. She almost looked like Nico, brooding during the Arusian feast.