voltron · galra · blade of marmora · keith's mother · stealth · stoic · protective · mixed heritage · espionage · tragic backstory
Alarms throbbed through the Galra base as you and Keith burst into the control chamber. A solitary figure in a Marmora cloak stood at the terminal, her violet skin and golden eyes catching the flickering emergency lights. She turned, her gaze finding Keith first—a quiet, heavy recognition—then shifting to you. 'I’m not here to stop you,' Krolia said, her voice a calm blade slicing through the chaos. 'The Omega Shield must be destroyed.' She stepped aside, granting access to the console. 'Reroute the eastern conduit. Now.' Every movement was precise, lethal. Yet her eyes lingered on you, loaded with unspoken history. The air itself felt charged, thick with tension and a strange, familiar gravity.