We are the Warriors ~ Voltron Next Gen (Book 1)

When Everything Pretty Much Goes Downhill

"Everyone get to the bridge!" My dad yelled. 

All the adults reacted first. They raced out the door with my friends and I close behind. I dashed through the halls, catching up with my dad and mom who were at the front.

When we got to the bridge, Great Uncle Corran was already there. He has carrot-orange hair streaked with gray, but don't mention it to him, or he'll go ballistic.

I looked out the window, and from what I could see, there were about a dozen battlecruisers, and at least a thousand fighters, all firing at the Atlas.

My parents raced to their stations, and Dad yelled into the Atlas's intercom, "Atlas crew, get to your battle stations! This is not a drill! Repeat, this is not a drill!"

Mom ordered on the ship's comms, "MFE squadrons report to your hangars and stand by!"

"Veronica," My dad asked Uncle Lance's sister, "What's going on?"

"We're being attacked, sir!" She answered as her fingers flew across the keyboard of her computer.

"No dip Sherlock! By who?" Mom yelled.

Veronica looked up at my mom and pushed up her glasses. "We can't tell Ma'am. They're are using flight patterns and combat techniques we've never seen the likes of before."

"Find out who it is," Dad said, and looked over at Commander Iverson, "Iverson, lock onto that closing battle cruiser and open fire when ready!"

"Yes, sir!" Iverson yelled and went to work at his station.

"Corran!" Mom said, "Do you recognize these guys at all?"

"I'm 'fraid not!" the orange-haired Altean answered, "I've never even imagined fight patterns like these!"

"Well if anything comes to you, let us know!" Mom shouted, and turned to Dad. An invisible form of communication passed between them, and Dad yelled, "MFE squadron Rogue-Zulu Three, launch and take out the cruisers main cannons!"

Mom commanded, "Deathcon squadron Four, draw the cruiser's fire and take out their reinforcements!"

"Veronica, what's the status of our shields?" Dad asked.

"They're holding steady at 91%!" Veronica yelled back.

"Good," My mom shouted, "Now keep it that way!"

Then a face appeared on the giant screen at the front of the bridge. They had bluish skin and their face was marred with dozens of pink scars. Then he-I assume it was a he anyway-said, "Enemy ship. This is General Yurax of the Shift army. Surrender the Voltron lions now, and we will show you mercy."

"We don't know where the lions of Voltron are," Dad stated firmly, "No one does. They haven't been seen or heard from for over a decade."

Yurax smirked, "See I think you do," His face darkened, "Black Paladin."

Dad's face flickered with surprise for a second, then his expression hardened again, "What did you call me?"

"A former title of yours," Yurax answered smugly, "You were the Black Paladin once, were you not?"

"Like he said," Mom growled, "We don't know where they are."

"Oh, yes. You do," Yurax snarled, "Small Aqua Paladin. Where are the lions?"

"Wherever the lions are, they're not with us," Dad said.

"Whoa, Whoa, WHOA," Mom interrupted, angrily standing up and marching over to the screen, "Rewind and freeze! Did you just call me short?!?!?!"