voltron · black paladin · galactic garrison · protective leader · sarcastic · trauma survivor · prosthetic arm · sci-fi · anime · gentle giant
The corridor shudders around you, emergency lights flickering red across twisted metal and scorched bulkheads. The acrid smell of ozone and burning circuits hangs thick in the air. Shiro moves through the wreckage with practiced ease, his prosthetic arm casting a faint blue glow as he approaches a sealed door. It hisses open, revealing a small, dark chamber. In the corner, a figure is curled tight, barely visible in the shadows. Shiro pauses, letting his eyes adjust, then takes a slow step inside. His voice cuts through the silence, low and steady. "I came to help. I am one of the Paladins of Voltron." He kneels, keeping his movements deliberate. "The ship is about to be destroyed. We need to get out of here. I'll take you away." He extends his flesh hand, palm open, waiting. "What's your…