The Red Misfit

Red

Keith looked around at the shocked faces around him.
"I'm part of a different team, The Romans, I mentioned them. They're an elite team from a rebellion group called Misfits, I'd need to get permission from my superiors to join you, give you my real name or any information at all that isn't common knowledge," Keith explained.

"Misfits? Don't remember any group called that back in my day," the man with the mustache said, thoughtfully rubbing his chin.

"That's because Misfits was created after the Galra took over. The our current Alpha, or leader, her parents founded it," Keith explained.
"So Misfits isn't very old? Kinda suprised it took ten thousand years for a rebellion to show up, " the cute boy, Lance, shrugged.
"Misfits is almost six thousand years old, we're not new by any means," Keith answered.

Lance's jaw dropped, "Dang! How old os your leader?"
"Late five hundreds. Guessing y'all haven't been off Earth for too long, or you'd know that," Keith smirked.
"So you're from Earth?" Hunk tilted his head.
"I was born in Texas, I've lived out here for most of my life," Keith nodded.

"Did you get like abducted or something?" Lance asked, cutely raising one eyebrow in concern.
"Shit," Keith look down at the floor, "Actually my mom isn't human..."
"You're a Half breed? I would've never guessed. What was your mother?" Coran asked.
"SHIT!" Keith bit the inside of his cheek, "She's, um, Galra."

The room went silent, Shiro's hand went to his metal arm. Keith looked away from the man, he could figure out what happened.

"You probably don't want me on your team. I get it, there aren't a lot of people who trust Galra, even half breeds," Keith shrugged, trying not to let it fazed him, "I'll leave if you want," he offered starting to walk to his armor.

Lance grabbed his arm.
"What-"
The brunette pulled him into a hug, his salty ocean scent fulled Keith's nose, "I'm not going to judge you for being half Galra," Lance pulled back, still keeping an arm around Keith, "We won't judge you," he smiled looking at his team, eyes hopeful they'd take his side.
"Yeah, man what you are shouldn't define you," Hunk smiled walking over to them.
"Don't give me rabies and we're good," Pidge smiled, teasingly.
Keith nodded thankfully to her.

"Shiro? Coran?" Lance asked nervously.
"I've heard what you've done, and I find it hard to believe every Galra is evil. I trust you, just don't make me regret giving you my trust," Shiro smiled, Keith returned it.
"I must admit this is a bit of a shock, but, I can't imagine the Red Lion taking on a Paladin who would work against his team," Coran smiled, "I'm not sure the Princess will see it the same as me. She may take some convincing."

"He's part of Voltron," Lance argued, "Red chose him as her Paladin. I say if she doesn't like it she can take it up with the Lion," Lance said pointing over his shoulder.
Red's roar ripped through the Castle in agreement.

Keith laughed to himself as Lance jumped.
"Think she likes me?" he joked, giving Keith a cocky smile.
"At most she agrees with you," Keith raised an eyebrow, holding down a smile.

The doors slid open, a tall dark skinned girl with long white hair came running in, Keith guessed she was Allura, "Sorry I'm late, I was on the otherside of the Castle, and I lost track of time," she smiled with a pretty British accent.

"You're awake! How are you feeling?" the Altean asked noticing Keith.
"I'm good, thank you," he nodded.
"Have you agreed to join Voltron?" Allura asked.
"I have to get permission, but hopefully I can join," the Princess's face fell.

"Permission?"
"Red's part of an organized rebellion called Misfits, he needs permission from them to join Voltron, or tell us anything," Lance explained.
"How do we contact them? The sooner we can get you permission the sooner we can take down the Galra!" Allura demanded, her demeanor changing almost instantly from friendly to determine.
"Princess, can Coran and I speak with you, privately," Shiro asked, setting a hand on her shoulder.

Lance gave Keith a little side hug, "Don't worry, Shiro won't let her do anything stupid," he assured him.
"Thanks Lance," Keith smiled.

"Hey, Red, would you happen to know how your armor works? I was looking over it earlier and I couldn't figure it out," Pidge asked, nervously fixing her glasses.
"I know enough to make minor repairs," Keith smiled walking with her over to his armor, "not enough to build a new one though."
"I'm gonna guess the state it's in isn't minor damage," Pidge said, looking over the armor.

"Yeah, no. That'd be something I take to Wren," Keith grimaced, "Kinda looks like when Riptide got into a fight with Angelo..." he muttered to himself.
"Who are Wren, Riptide, and Angelo?" Lance asked, "Are they other Romans?"
"Wren and Riptide are, Angelo isn't, he's on Riptide's team and one our best reconnaissance teams," Keith answered.

"Why's his codename Riptide?" Hunk asked.
"Don't challenge him to a sword fight or a water fight, you will lose," Keith explained.
"What does he have, water powers?" Lance laughed.
"He's made hurricanes and tsunamis. So, you guess, " Keith smirked.
"That is actually awesome!" Lance smiled, blue eyes dancing in excitement.

"Do a lot of people in Misfits have powers?" Pidge asked.
"Yeah," Keith nodded, reaching to grab his jacket sleeve, which wasn't there.
"Can Wren and Angelo do anything? Can you?" Hunk asked.
"I turn Galra if you piss me off enough. Wren can shift into her dragon form, it's kind of like me becoming Galra, but she doesn't have to get mad. She can manipulate shadows. They both can Shadow Travel, and Angelo can summon the dead," Keith deadpanned, "Gave Green a heart attack the first time they meet."

Lance chuckled nervously beside him, "Yeah, if I meet a guy that can summon ghost I'd freak out too."
"It was a skeleton cat, actually," Keith said, trying to contain his nervousness, "I probably shouldn't have said that."
"To late now," Pidge shrugged.

"What's your team like?" Hunk asked, "I mean I don't know about you, but it would kinda freak me out spending so much time with someone with powers, not to mention a whole team!"
"It's not what you're thinking. Everyone's pretty relaxed, you just have to putting in some time in the training room and show up to the team bonding exercises, which is a fancy term for hanging out and being normal teens," Keith smiled, pulling at the fabric of the suit he was in.

"Everyone on your team is a teen? Didn't you say the Romans were an elite team in Misfits, wouldn't that mean they would all be older?" Lance asked.
"We're all technically teens, Wren's the Alpha, but she doesn't look her age, Green's about as old as her but neither of them have aged in who knows how long. Technically for what they are they'd be like infants. And I honestly don't know everyone elses' ages..." Keith said, pulling at the sleeves of the healing pod suit he was in, "Can I change out of this?"

"Do you have anything to ware?" Lance asked.
"How do you not know your teammates ages?" Pidge asked.
"I've got civies in the Red Lion," Keith nodded, ignoring Pidge.
"I'll take you to her," Lance smiled, heading towards the door.
Pidge and Hunk shared the look watching them leave.
"Sure, thanks," Keith nodded following.
Lance letting him out the door before him.

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Note: Wren can only use her powers as a dragon.