A Falling Star (SHKLANCE)

Wet Paint

Hello everybody! I'm so sorry for the long wait, but I promise it'll be worth it. I was struggling with the perfect way to follow up the last chapter, and now I feel extremely proud of this I must say!

Thank you all for your kind and funny comments, and for all the support in general.

Enjoy~
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                                                                 *LancePOV*

         We never had a chance to even finish our training. The alarms sounded, ones specifically designed to blare throughout the ship to warn of approaching Galra. Keith, Shiro, and I bolted down the hall and immediately headed to get changed. My Paladin armor was left in my room, so I watched briefly while the Black and Red Paladins ran down the hall together. While we all were practiced when it came to slipping our armor on, I was still the last to arrive to the hangars. Everyone was already in their respective lions, Allura still hadn't commend in to tell us what was happening, but the hangar doors were already opening, meaning it was urgent enough to have immediate action.

         The sound of individual communicators started to buzz into my ears, and soon enough Shiro was barking out orders to start flying. The sounds of metal claws bounding off the floor was nearly deafening every time, but I hardly noticed it this time around. It was strange that Allura hadn't started speaking yet, normally she or Coran would give us some sort of debriefing, or tell us what we were putting ourselves into. However, all we could hear for the time being was the sound of Shiro telling us to go, Hunk whimpering, and Pidge doing nothing but breathing, though I could tell she was deep in thought. I think we all were.

         Keith was the first to vocalize what everyone else was thinking, "Allura, what's going on?" All I heard was static, our individual breaths, and nothing all at once. There was no Allura, no Coran, just a faint buzzing and crackling. That's when we all started to panic, we could see the outline of a Galra ship, probably one of many since it wasn't a main vessel. We noticed nothing else, however, so naturally we began to move, confronting the enemy head on.

           "It's alone, for now anyway," Shiro responded when no one else did," if we form Voltron now it might be a waste of energy." That was true, forming Voltron against a single vessel wasn't really necessary, very overkill, and if they weren't the only ship around we would need to form Voltron then. Still, there was no reply from Allura,  or Coran, and that alone was unsettling. What was even more unsettling was how the Galra ship was not moving. There was no sign of attack, or that anyone on board knew of our presence. That would be impossible, we are in giant robotic space lions, the sworn enemy of the Galra, they'd surely noticed us.

             "There's no one on board that vessel," Allura's voice suddenly broke through the silence we'd been getting from her. "That is an ancient war ship, from thousands of years ago. It's empty, but it might still be connected to their main ships. If we can get on board and find the black box, we may be able to find out more about their tactics," that was Coran, I could picture him twirling the ends of his mustache as he spoke, thoughtful expression upon his face.

               "Alright, everyone prepare to breach the ship, Hunk, do you think you could pry open the hatch." Shiro is always so clear headed, it's comforting. Hunk agreed, and already started to move towards the ancient battle cruiser. Suddenly this deep purple lightning like currents surrounded the Galra vessel. The yellow lion, jolting and rattling as she was caught by the currents, then was promptly shoved back a few meters. Yellows eyes powered down, leaving the yellow paladin in darkness. "Hunk!" I screamed, eyes wide and body suddenly shaking with shock. My best friend didn't respond immediately, everyone was shouting choruses of panicky "Hunk"'s and "Say something"'s. My lips admittedly spoke more than anyone else. My palms were sweaty as I gripped the control panel and made a move to push Yellow back into the hangar bay, but was stopped by a flash of red, and big yellow eyes staring at me through the screen. Keith came between us, making me growl in anger.