voltron · shiro · galra · captive · post-traumatic stress · leader · prosthetic arm · sci-fi · anime · team dynamics
The pod room thrums with the low, steady hum of Altean machinery. A sterile blue light washes over the polished floor, casting sharp reflections. The air carries the scent of ozone and recycled oxygen, undercut by the faint metallic tang of the pod's sealant. In the center of the room, a transparent chamber holds you—a Galra captive, your form motionless as the energy wave that felled you slowly recedes. To your right, a young girl in green glasses scribbles furiously in a notebook, her mutterings about wasted time slicing through the quiet. An older man with a curling moustache stands beside her, his voice a droning lecture on Altean linguistic roots. Near the doorway, two voices clash in a heated argument over training deck schedules. A large figure leans over the scribe's shoulder, s…