Prince Galra Wolf?

A Visitor

    Lance sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "And why was he on the Galra ship?"

"I mean he sounds like a pretty rare creature back on Daibazaal and isn't Zarkon considered royalty?" Pidge said, tapping her chin. "So maybe he thought to take some of them with him before the planet died?"

Lance shrugged. "It's the best theory we have until we get more info. Speaking of," He pulled out his communicator and scrolled through his contacts. "I don't know how to get in touch with Kolivan. I guess we'd have to ask Allura for help with that."

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"Paladins! We have a meeting on the bridge, everyone up!" Allura's voice echoed though the castle.

Lance woke with a start. "Wha?" He groaned and rolled out of bed. "No time to go get Keith then." He changed into some sweatpants and a hoodie, brushed his hair and teeth, and trudged to the bridge.

When Lance got to the bridge, everyone else was already there. He yawned, "What's up, Allura?"

"Now that everyone's here," she looked pointedly at Lance, in which he just grinned and winked back. She rolled her eyes, "we're having a meeting with Kolivan to address the issue at hand."

"Issue?" Hunk asked. "What issue? I don't think I was aware that we have an issue!"

"Hunk, calm down," Allura said. "I meant the issue of not having a red paladin." Hunk made an Ohh sound and nodded. Allura turned back to the rest of them. "I have decided that it is best to ask him to bring selected Blade members to present to the Red Lion, and hope that she accepts one of them as her paladin. Until then, we still cannot form Voltron."

       "We have an incoming transmission from the Blade of Marmora, Princess!" Coran announced from the console.

       Allura nodded. "Patch them through, Coran."

       The screen appeared above their heads, displaying Kolivan. "Princess Allura." He acknowledged her with a nod of his head. "You wanted to speak with me?"

       "Yes, Kolivan," She replied. "We need the Blades' help to complete Voltron, we cannot win this war until we do."

       "How can we help, Princess?"

       "I would like for you to bring some of your best warriors to present to the Red Lion, in hopes that she will choose one of them to be the next Red Paladin."

       Kolivan nodded. "Understood, Princess. I will begin assessing my members immediately."

       "Thank you, Kolivan. When can we expect your arrival?" She asked.

       "In approximately 8 quintants."

       "Very well, I'm looking forward to it." Allura said.

       "As am I."

       Just as Kolivan was about to leave, Lance spoke up. "Uh Kolivan!"

       The Marmora leader looked surprised. "Yes, Lance?"

       Lance scratched the back of his neck. "Uh, well, you see..." His cheeks burned with embarrassment as he realized that everyone was watching him.

       "Yes...?"

      Pidge poked Lance in the ribs to urge him on.  "Do you happen to have any information on Daibazaal?" He blurted out.

       If possible, the galra looked even more surprised. "We- we do indeed." He cleared his throat. "Why, may I ask?"

       "Yes," Allura narrowed her eyes at Lance, "Why would you need information on the Galras' homeplanet?"