Silence in Space: (Keith x Reader) A Voltron Fanfiction

Chapter 8: Heroes-in-Training

"Good morning, Sorin,"

You blinked awake sleepily as Shiro gently shook you awake. He was already dressed in his black paladin armor. "Rise and shine, honey. It's time for your warm-ups."

You grunted sleepily in return and begrudgingly sat up and stretched. You were used to waking up early in the morning. It had been a part of your daily routine living with Shiro and Adam. Still, you had hoped that traveling far into space would've given you at least an extra hour of sleep. Nonetheless, you were grateful to have slept well. Fighting in spirit as Voltron had used up your energy the other day.

Taking your spirit guide bodysuit from Shiro as he handed it to you, you allowed it to slip into you naturally and then stepped out of the top bunk where you slept. Because you were too nervous to sleep on your own, you often felt most comfortable when sharing your bedroom with someone else. Sadly, upon being the only girl in your team at the Garrison, you were dropped in a dorm of strangers at night. So, when the bedrooms in the Castle were being passed out, you bunked with Shiro right away.

After about an hour of doing various stretches with your father, the Castle alarms began to blare. "Everybody up! Zarkon's attacking!" Allura warned through the loudspeakers.

Your eyes shrank in fear. How could the Galra warlord be here already? But, knowing you had a job to do, you followed Shiro out the door and ran straight for the bridge, hoping the battle would be ended as quickly as yesterday's.

However, when you reached the doors of the bridge, you could hear Coran moaning in an over-the-top tone. "Oh, no! Allura is dead! Aw, it's horrible! Her head fell off! Wait! What? Her severed head is trying to speak to me! What is it, Allura's head? What are your final words?"

"Coran," Allura said matter-of-factly as you and Shiro entered the room. "It's over."

"Oh, I know! If only Voltron had been formed," Coran continued to faux-wail. He then looked up to see the rest of the team gathering into the bridge. "Oh! Time!"

Shiro bent his brow skeptically. "I'm guessing this isn't an actual attack."

Allura nodded curtly. "And it's a good thing it wasn't because it took you...Coran?"

"Seventy-five degrees!" Coran stated, looking at some sort of small device. He then looked again and tossed it over his shoulder. "Oh! Sorry! No, this is a meat thermometer."

"However long it was, it was too long," Allura informed the team. "You must always be ready to do battle with Zarkon. Look at you! Only Shiro and (Y/N) are in uniform!"

You breathed an inward sigh of relief to yourself at passing Allura's surprise inspection, at least for now. Still, you couldn't help but glance back at the others and notice how unkempt they looked. She was right: they wouldn't last long if Zarkon had actually launched an attack on them.

"Keith, Pidge, Hunk, where are your bayards?" Allura continued to berate. "And where is Lance?"

Right on cue, the main doors opened to reveal Lance in a blue robe and fuzzy lion slippers. He greeted everyone good morning casually as if he hadn't heard the alarm at all.

"Coran and I have been up for hours getting the Castle back in order," said the princess. "We had to run a test on the alarms, and we decided to test you as well. Guess which one failed."

"Hey! You got to sleep for 10,000 years, man," Hunk said defensively. "Monday night, I was on Earth. Now, I've flown through space, fought some evil alien named Zarkon, eaten goo in some weird castle. That's a lot to process in, uh...I-I don't know. What day is today?"

"You must understand the stakes of our mission," Allura continued, ignoring Hunk. "Over the last 10,000 years, the Castle picked up distress beacons from the following locations. So, we have to assume that Zarkon has conquered almost the entire known universe. Earth is here. An attack on your planet is inevitable."