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The wormhole spiraled around Keith as he was separated from the others. As the lights flashed around he felt his body spiraling and twisting. A burning spread from his hand to his head and then the rest of his body. He felt Red crash land as everything went black around him.
Antok had been wondering what he had done to piss off Kolivan recently to have him check out the crash on the asteroid just outside the base. It was such a menial job. More than likely it was just another asteroid colliding with it, or space junk that was lucky enough to find its way through the bases security measures. He deftly landed the ship and stared slacked jawed up at what actually stood before him.
The Red lion of Voltron. The fabled lion of Voltron was a mere distance from the base. He scrambled off his ship as he stared in awe at the metal beast before him. Antok lurched backward as a sudden screeching was heard. The Red lion had turned its head in his direction. As the creature's eyes pierced him with her judging yellow glare. She let out a gentle warning growl as she lowered her jaw, an open invitation to climb aboard. He carefully made his way to the cockpit and saw a pile of red armor in the pilot’s chair. Antok was worried for the pilot when a gentle mewling was heard from the pile. He carefully folded back the suit and saw a tiny kit, no older than a few phoebes, tangled up in the clothes. Antok quickly untangled the poor thing and got a better look at him. The kit had unusually skin tone for a Galra. It was pale and beige. The only discernable Galra futures were the comically large purple and back ears, atop the kits head and the sleek purple tail with a red magenta tuft. That same color was an exact match to the bottom tone of his hair. Antok also noticed that the kit had facial marking similar to another blade along with the similar hair color. Antok quickly and carefully wrapped up the sleeping kit and made his way back to the ship. As he boarded his ship he turned to look at the lion, who still had her glowing eyes locked on him, “We will protect him, do not worry.” That seemed to be the acceptable response since her eyes powered down, a protective barrier went up and she looked like she was sleeping.
He looked down at the kit. They were surprisingly well behaved as they stared at their tiny hands. The kit tried to wiggle their way out of the blanket but Antok couldn’t have that. He quickly rewrapped them in the black flight suit and watched at something clattered on the ground. He laid the kit back down and was shocked yet again as he sees one of the blades on the ground. In its unawakened form, it was hard to tell who’s blade it belongs to, but with the traits of the kit and now this blade, it was blatantly clear that the kit is definitely hers.
The kit started to up its wiggling in the tight hold, so Antok picked them up and gently purrs to them. It works in settling the kit as they slowly fade to sleep. He places them back down and gently takes off back for base. ‘This will be interesting explaining everything to Kolivan.
Shiro white-knuckled his chair as the black lion crashed into an alien canyon. She wasn’t responding. He started to rise and check to see what was wrong. He froze, crashing back into his seat as he curled up covering the wound Hagar caused. This is going to be a problem.
Okay, he needed a plan. First, he would take care of the wound. He braced himself and managed to make his way to the first aid kit, Hunk made mandatory in all lions. It had been a very wise decision.
He inspected the wound and yep it was still glowing purple. Wounds were definitely not supposed to glow purple. He flinched as he slowly and carefully tried to clean as best he could and bandaged it up. Next, he needed to send a signal to the castle. Though the lion was still down. He could only hope that the lion would awaken and he could then contact the castle. Shiro only hoped that no Galra found him before then.
He was able to get to the rations they kept in the lions for situations like this. He had enough rations for a week, though with the wound in his side, he would be lucky if he lasted that long. As the day went on he heard howling in the distance. He leaned against the lion and hoped that whatever was out there staid out there. He was in no shape to go exploring and hoped that those things making all the sound did not have the ability to come in here.
The howling was joined with other engine sounds. He heard them coming closer. Could feel the vibration through Black. Suddenly there was a banging on her mouth. Someone was trying to come in.
Shiro limped to the entrance as he readied his Galra arm. If he was going down it would be with a fight.
Sudden pain seared up his side as he crumbled in the pain. The mouth was pried open and a tall purple humanoid figure rushed in.