Chapter Text
Alarms started going off and Iverson’s voice was emitted over the Garrison’s PA. “Attention, students. This is not a drill. We are on lockdown. Security situation Zulu-Niner. Repeat, all students are to remain in barracks until further notice.”
"I remember this.", Rizavi commented, earning nods from many others.
“What’s going on?” Hunk said, jumping to his feet. He looked around before gasping “Is that a meteor?”
Hunk pointed up at the sky. There was a large object incoming, blazing as it left trails of red as it broke through the atmosphere.
“A very, very big meteor?”, He added nervously.
There were murmurs of confusion and anger as the Garrison officials were pinned down by incredulous stares.
"I'm guessing they hid this entire thing.", Shiro sighed tiredly.
"No kidding.", Griffin muttered under his breath, shock clouding his mind.
Pidge picked up a pair of binoculars that was atop her bag. “It’s a ship.”, She observed.
Lance grabbed the binoculars to look through them as well, and Pidge yelped, still hanging onto them.
“Holy crow! I can’t believe what I’m seeing! That’s not one of ours.”, Lance exclaimed as the screen showed a rapidly approaching ship.
"What. the. hell", someone panicked in the crowd, others echoing the sentiment.
“No. It’s one of theirs.” Pidge said breathlessly.
“So, wait. There really are aliens out there?”, Hunk asked wide-eyed.
"Yeah, no shit.", Veronica snorted.
The ship crashed into the ground behind some cliffs, a bright light emitting from the crash.
Garrison vehicles turned on, and made their way to the crash site.
"They're very efficient.", Leifsdottir remarked, observing the Garrison's quick reaction time.
“We’ve got to see that ship!” Pidge said with excitement.
Lance ran behind Pidge, calling behind him, “Hunk, come on!”.
"Oh, this is the worst team-building exercise ever.” He groaned before reluctantly following after them.
"In a way, it did help us grow together as a team.", Lance shrugged.
"I mean, it brought us together.", Pidge added with a nod.
The scene changed to show the trio again. They were situated away from the crash site on a cliff, looking down below through binoculars.
Whoa! What the heck is that thing?” Lance gasped, spotting the alien ship.
"And who the heck is she?", He added when the lens moved from the craft to where a female official walked out and zoomed in on her.
"Typical.", Keith remarked with an eye-roll.
“Lance!”, Pidge grumbled.
There was a sound of a blow landing and Lance let out a cry of pain.
"That was well-deserved.", Allura smirked while high-fiving Pidge.
"You all enjoy my pain.", Lance moaned dramatically while draping himself over Keith with his hand on his forehead, causing the latter to blush at the contact.
“Right, alien ship.” Lance reminded himself, getting back to the task at hand.
“Man, we’ll never get past all of those guards to get a look.”, He said with disappointment.
“Aw, man.” Hunk sighed with fake sadness.
“Yeah, yeah, I guess there’s nothing left to do but head back to the barracks, right?” He made a move to leave.
"Really?", Shiro deadpanned with eyes reflecting his dead and tired soul.
Hunk simply melted into the seat, suddenly hungry for something to snack on.
“Wait.” Pidge said, grabbing both their attentions.
“They set up a camera in there and I grabbed it's feed. Look!”
"I'm so proud.", Coran blubbered, tearing up slightly." It's like watching a young Klorvak violently fight it's siblings and win."
"I'm literally not going to ask.", Hunk shuddered.
"Thank you Coran, for just another thing to add to my ever-growing list of things I'd like to forget.", Keith said, sarcasm and tiredness dripping off his words.
"You're welcome.", Coran beamed, completely dodging the sarcasm.
The trio all stared down at the screen, on which they see Shiro strapped to the table as he struggled.
"They never said anything about this at all.", Kinkade commented with furrowed brows. There were murmurs voicing their displeasure at being decieved about the actual situation.
“Hey! What are you doing?” Shiro struggled on-screen.
“Calm down, Shiro. We just need to keep you quarantined until we run some tests.” spoke Iverson.
“You have to listen to me!” Shiro was panicking, struggling against the restraints. “They destroy worlds! Aliens are coming!”
"You should've just listened.", Pidge tutted.
Lance gasped, pointing at the screen. “That’s Shiro! The pilot of the Kerberos Mission! That guy’s my hero!”
"Shiro the Hero", Romelle teased to Shiro's and Lance's chagrin, both sporting blushes.
Hunk raised a brow. “Guess he’s not dead in space, after all.”
“Where’s the rest of the crew?” Pidge asked.
Sam Holt smiled at his daughter's words, hearing the worry in her tone.
“Do you know how long you’ve been gone?” Iverson asked Shiro.
“I don’t know. Months? Years? Look, there’s no time. Aliens are coming here for a weapon. They’re probably on their way. They’ll destroy us. We have to find Voltron.”, Shiro frantically replied.
"Being strapped to a table was not a fun experience.", Shiro chuckled light-heartedly.
"It would'nt be fun for anyone unless you were really into something kinky.", Lance brazenly commented, earning a thwack from the reddening Shiro and confused looks from the Alteans. Kosmo simply tilted his head at the interaction.
“Voltron!” Pidge exclaimed, sharing a look with Hunk and Lance.
“Sir, take a look at this. It appears his arm has been replaced with a cyborg prosthetic.”
“Put him under until we know that thing can do.” Iverson ordered.
Shiro’s eyes widened.
"Bruh, listen to him.", someone groaned with exasperation.
“No, no, no, don-don’t put me under! No! There’s no time!” He yelled, struggling against the suited people.
“They didn’t ask about the rest of the crew.” Pidge observed, a difference in the tone of her voice.
“What are they doing? He’s a legend. They’re not even gonna listen to him?” Lance added, baffled.
Pidge looked at Lance. “We have to get him out.”
To this, Iverson let out a frustrated groan with a pained look on his face.
“Uh, I hate to be the voice of reason here, always, but weren’t we watching on TV because there’s no way to get past the guards?”
“That was before we were properly motivated.”
"Hmm."
"We can feel the sarcasm, Hunk."
“We’ve just got to think. Could we tunnel in?”
“Maybe we could get some hazmat suits and sneak in like med techs.” Pidge suggested pitching in her own idea.
“Or we dress up like cooks, head back to the dorms, sneak into the commissary— little late-night snack.” Hunk said encouragingly.
Lance and Pidge stared at him.
At the same time, the space fam all turned to Hunk with looks that spelled how done they were. Hunk looked back with an equally as dead look.
“No.” Lance said. “What we need is a distraction.”
"Boom. Here comes mullet-head.", Lance and Pidge said at the same time.
"IT'S NOT A MULLET!"
Suddenly, as if on cue, explosions went off in the distance.