Voltron- Saving Them

9

We had finished the battle and we all agreed we needed some well deserved rest.

We walked sluggishly through the halls, I felt like I was going to pass out. One by one I wished everyone goodnight.

"Goodnight Hunk," I mumbled, smiling and running my eyes. I took out my ponytail and fluffed up my hair.

"Night Kiona! Night Coran! Night Princess!" Hunk waved as his room door closed behind him. I then dropped off the princess, and then Coran Coran the gorgeous man. As I approached my room I began to feel more drained than ever I placed my hand on the hologram and unlocked the door. I took a step in and practically fell face first into the bed. Hearing soft squeaks as I drifted into the dark satisfaction of slumber.

BLEEM BLEEM BLEEM BLEEM! I screamed and fell out of my bed to the ringing in my ears. My forehead smashed against the annoyingly cold metal floor. The ringing alarm slowly faded, making me sit up and rub my head in confusion.

I then realized what happened. I glared at the wall in annoyance. "Really visions, really?" I spat. I groan and stood up, bending backwards cracking my back, trying to stretch.

I sat at the vanity and brushed my hair and teeth, fixed my face, removed my bandages from the wounds that seemed to be healing, and put my hair up into a fishtail braid.

I yawned and stood up, grabbing my helmet as I walked towards the control room.

Half way there I hear the alarm blaring for real this time so I start jogging even though my limbs felt like noodles. I heard screams and the sound of feet slamming against the metal floors.

"Everybody up! Zarkon's attacking!" Allura's voice boomed through the castle. "The castle's about to be destroyed! Go, go, go! We need Voltron now!"

I ran into the control room panting. Thank goodness I was early.

"Hurry! We can't survive much longer!" She yelled, both Alteans unaware  that I was already in the room.

"You've got to sell it a little bit more," Coran told the princess, clearing his throat and taking the mic. "Oh no! Allura is dead! Aw, it's horrible! Her head fell off!" He yelled into the mic, causing Allura and me to jump. He squared to the ground for effect,"Wait! What? Her severed head is trying to speak to me! What is it, Allura's head? What are your final words?" He asked, tears welling up.

"Coran," she said in a bit of an annoyed tone.

"Oh, yes, Princess, I'm listening," he says, getting more and more into his character.

"It's over," she said, the alarms turning off and her disappointed face turned on.

"Oh, I know!" He groaned, stretching his arm toward the ceiling in protest. "If only Voltron had been formed," he cried. He finally realized we're all there and quickly stands up. "Oh! Time!" He shouts, throwing the mic.

"I guess this isn't an actual attack," Shiro observes, annoyed.

"And it's a good thing it wasn't because it took you... Coran?" She scolds.

"Seventy-five degrees. Oh, sorry. No, this is a meat thermometer," he says, smiling nervously.

"However long it was, it was too long. You must always be ready to battle with Zarkon. Look at you! Only Shiro and Kiona are in uniform. Kiona isn't even a paladin of Voltron! Keith, Pidge, Hunk, where are your bayards? And where is Lance?" She yells with an angry look plastered on her face.

Right on cue, Lance walked through the doors behind us, sparkling and smiling in his robe and slippers.

He yaws as he says,"Good morning, everybody. What's going on?" He asks, holding a glass in front of him.