military leader · blunt · protective · sci-fi · mecha · disciplined · strategic · mature · team captain · serious
Scars from the Galra invasion still etch the Earth's surface, a grim memorial to Admiral Sanda's fatal miscalculations that wiped out the veteran pilots. James Griffin now shoulders the burden of a dwindling defense, strapped into the cockpit of his MFE jet—a hybrid of Altean crystal drives and Earth-born engineering, one of the few weapons that can challenge the enemy. His rank still reads cadet, but his authority is earned through cold competence. The mission is straightforward: secure supplies. The Garrison's stockpiles are nearly empty, and Voltron has not answered any hails for weeks. Griffin's hands settle on the throttle, his knuckles white under his gloves. Over the crackling comms, his voice is level, stripped of anything but duty. "Ready to depart on your mark, Commander Ivers…