Lost and Found

Forming Alliences

Shiro quickly moved his metal hand to block the blow from the Galran droid's sword. He gave a low grunt of effort as he shoved the heavy metal droid away, causing it to stumble backwards. He used that time to use his glowing hand to slice the droid in half.

He had his Bayard in his other hand, but he still felt more comfortable using his metal arm for combat. He wasn't used to this whole Bayard thing. His attention was quickly turned to Hunk, as he was knocked back by a very large Galra, holding a humongous hammer. The Galra's yellow eyes looked down at him, and it gave a low growl, raising it's' hammer. Shiro was barely able to move out of the way in time as the hulking Galra brought the hammer down at an immense speed.

"Hunk! Are you alright?" Shiro shouted, in a slight panic. Hunk groggily sat up, looking a bit dazed by the blow.

"Ugh, yeah I think so...besides the fact that I might have brain damage." Hunk wined, but it was in a joking manner that reassured Shiro that he was mostly alright.

"Shiro look out!" Hunk cried suddenly, bringing Shiro's attention back to the 10 foot problem in front of him. He narrowly dodged the sudden blow of the hammer. He noticed that the Galra could swing it with ease, but once it hit the ground, the Galra struggled to pull it back up.

"Hunk!" Shiro called, dodging another swing.

"Yeah?" Hunk yelled back, wobbling as he stood. He reactivated his Bayard, ready for the fight.

"I need you to shoot him with all you got the next time his hammer hits the ground!" Shiro said, jumping backwards in order to dodge another quick swing.

"Got it!" Hunk shouted.

Shiro jumped from place to place, trying to make the Galra angry enough to slam his hammer to the ground. After what seemed like forever, the Galra raised his hammer above his head, and slammed it into the ground, barely missing Shiro. It grunted in effort, lifting with all its' might.

"Now Hunk!" Shiro shouted.

Hunk quickly fired his canon-like Bayard at the Galra, hitting it away from its hammer. Then, firing at it again, and again, till it no longer moved.

Shiro let out a relieved sigh, and Hunk moved over to where Shiro was standing. Shiro then moved his hand up to push a button on his helmet, activating the comms.

"Are you guys alright?" A voice from the comms asked. It was Pidge, who was with Lance currently. They were making their way towards the main-frame, hoping to hack it and obtain the prisoner files that were on the ship.

"Yeah, we're fine. We just ran into a little problem in our way. Any luck finding the main computer?" Shiro asked, still breathing heavily.

"Actually we just found it!" Lance exclaimed loudly over the comms, hurting everyone else's ears. Pidge gave a slight groan at Lance. "What?" he asked.

"That's good, get what you can Pidge. Good luck you two." Shiro said. He then deactivated the comms and turned back at Hunk. They were both going to check the cells, looking for Keith, Matt, or any surviving prisoners.

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They had no luck finding Keith or Matt, but they did manage to steal almost all prisoner files, and rescue many groups of prisoners. They were all mostly different species of alien, some of them to badly injure to survive. After the had been healed, the paladins agreed to see if any of the prisoners knew anything about Keith or Matt, and, if possible, they would convince them to fight for freedom alongside Voltron.

"Excuse me everyone, but do any of you recognize these two?" Pidge asked pulling up a picture of Keith and a picture of Matt on all of the paladin's wrist holograms. All the prisoners looked up as the pictures were brought around. Suddenly, one of the prisoners, a frog like alien with four eyes, spoke up.

"Ze one wit dee lighter fur on his head was in our prisoner group not too long ago." He said in an excited tone, his voice thickly laced with an alien accent.

"Really? Can you tell us about him?" Hunk asked in a kind, reassuring voice. The alien hesitated for a bit, but then started to speak.

"He was a vewy kind lad, wit vewy nice eyes. He was placed in dee ring vewy often. But, he was chosen wrecently by a Gawran general to be a second in command. That does nota happen vewy often." The Frog-alien said, looking down at the drink he had been given. He slowly looked up at the paladins. "He is eider vewy lucky, or vewy unlucky."

The paladins all looked at each other, while Pidge just looked down with a distraught look on her face. Lance glanced around at the other former Galra prisoners. Most of them looked tired, while others were staring up with thanks written on their faces.

"Do, you by any chance know what the general was like?" Lance asked the frog alien. Before it could respond, another prisoner, which looked like a mix between a lizard, chicken, and caterpillar spoke up suddenly.

"That general was a very mysterious Galra. He never really spoke, unless he needed to. But, he was very kind to us prisoners. He never hurt us, or was mean, but he didn't seem to like his own people. He told me once how much he hated them. I found him very strange." The alien finished in its surprisingly high voice.

"A Galra that hates Galra? Why?" Hunk asked to no one in particular.

"Yeah, it is kind of weird, but I mean, I wouldn't be too happy if humans started acting like the Galra and I was forced to follow them." Lance said.

"But don't all the Galra just mindlessly follow Zarkon without question?" Pidge asked.

"Well, no. The blade of Malmora doesn't, and they're Galran." Shiro said, reminding the paladins of their allies.

"Oh yeah." Pidge said, blushing in embarrassment.

"Well, we should probably get you all home, would you all like that?" Lance asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes please!" They all replied in unison.