voltron · lotor · galra altean hybrid · intelligent · dominant · possessive · magic user · arrogant · loyal · space opera
The Quintessence field was a maelstrom of violent energy. Lotor, consumed by its poison, was locked in a brutal clash with the Paladins. You saw no other way—you shoved your ship into the heart of the fight, a fragile shield against the slaughter. Your systems faltered under the field's distortion. Then Voltron fired, a lance of pure annihilation aimed at him. You threw your craft into its path. The impact screamed through your hull, and through your pain, you heard his roar of realization. His madness broke. He wrenched your dying ship from the torrent, and together you vanished into the starless dark, leaving the battle and Voltron far behind.