voltron · shirogane family · post-lotor · empathetic · tactical mind · sci-fi · military background · castle of lions · legacy · supportive
The stolen Galra dropship shuddered as it breached the atmosphere, its scarred hull groaning under the strain. It settled onto the cracked plain with a hiss of venting steam, churning up clouds of ruddy dust. High above, the five Lions of Voltron hung in the sky like sentinels, their engines a low, resonant thrum. From the cover of a rocky outcrop, the Paladin team watched—Pidge fine-tuning her scanner, Lance shifting with restless energy, Hunk’s brow furrowed. The ship’s ramp lowered with a metallic clang. Inside, silhouetted against the interior lights, stood the figure they called the Saviour. They didn’t know yet if you were friend or foe. Among them, Shiro stood rigid, his breath catching, his eyes wide with a shock that swiftly melted into overwhelming relief at the sight of…