~Voltron Oneshots 2!~

Oop

Stop-

Why are you doing this!?

Please- don't-

Echoes dance in his skull as he stirs to life, slinging his long legs over the bed. His tan hands rub the sleep from his eyes and he gives the room a glance. Certainly isn't his childhood bedroom that he so desperately wanted it to be.

He drags his feet out of the metal room, falling in line with the rest of the exhausted paladins. Shiro is in uniform, conversing with their smallest paladin. They don't look like they've slept, but when does Pidge ever sleep?

"Paladins! You lot sure are cheery today!" Coran squawks, dropping their plates around the table. "It was hard to sleep after that battle yesterday." Hunk comments, rubbing the sleep from his features. The dark bags under his eyes don't blend well with his skin, they're foreign on the big man. Their battle on Omichron, a new planet that's joined the coalition, was treacherous.

Hunk and Lance were positioned on the ground to provide support to the lifeforms who were bombarded with Galra. Keith, Pidge, and Shiro all took to the skies and blasted any new ships that would appear.

Lance stabs a spoon into his plate and sighs. No one pays him any mind as they all wake up, spouting out different topics. They talk about what they plan for the day, training, the coalition, the blade, nothing he can pay attention to.

"Alright you two, check again in half a varga. We're making our way back to Olkari, this mission should be easy. Grab our intel and get out." Shiro's voice rings through the headset, pulling Lance back to the present.

Pidge and Hunk have been sent back to the Balmera to deliver supplies. Lance knows he just wanted to see his girlfriend, who is Voltron to deny him?

"What's with you today McClain?" The red Paladin asks, peering through his visor. The brunette rolls his shoulders and plasters a smile to his face. His smiles haven't quite been able to reach his eyes lately. What is with him today?

He couldn't just admit his foul mood is because of a nightmare, could he? The echoes return and the harrowing voices tug at his mind. Instead of dying in a fiery inferno with Voltron, he dreamed of his mother. His siblings, his nieces and nephews, slaughtered by Zarkon himself.

"What's with your mullet?" Lance retorts and adjusts his grip on the blue bayard. They're in the rafters of a Galra facility, listening down below for any useful information. His sights scan the room, ten centuries, a druid, and at least three soldiers guard all the entrances.

The druid and guards are huddled in the center of the room, hurriedly whispering about something. In between their huddle, a vat of pure quintessence is perched. "... newest project will be launched once we have a lion's location." Lance turns to the red Paladin, whose face is riddled with panic. If they scan they'll find the red lion off in a cave and their position will be compromised.

"Sir! The Voltron Lions were spotted in our sector more than a varga ago. The red and yellow lions have split from their pack, but they haven't been sighted since." Slowly they turn back into the wall, searching for the vent they came through.

"Shiro we're about to be discovered, tell Hunk and Pidge they need to keep an eye out. They have a new ro-beast ready."

Keith's voice chimes through our coms, his voice is barely above a whisper. He hunkers into the vent and motions for Lance to follow, but just as he does a white hot pain engulfs his side. Just like that he slips from the rafters into the wide room below, instantly surrounded by the centuries.

He doesn't have to train his sight on them, he just blasts, weaving through the bots to avoid the magic threatening to engulf him. "Blue Paladin, you're grossly outnumbered."  One of the soldiers from the circle growl, he's backed against a wall taking out as many of the bots as he can. All while shielding himself from blasts of that dark magic.