A Voltron: Legendary Defenders Fanfiction (Part 5)
The guard were soon able to force the paladins to their knees, below where a holographic screen appeared. The guards not keeping their hostages subdued saluted to Zarkon’s image before marching out. The traitor stayed back behind the line of hunters and prey.
The leader of the Galra empire, callous in his rule of 10,000 years, now looked over the majority of his opposition indisposed. A cruel smile traced over his lips and a harrowing laugh slithered out from between them. It made all the paladins freeze up.
“So, a lowly Aipylaevis does in a matter of ticks what my empire could not achieve in all the time in the universe…”
Th’Awen hesitated but took a step over, fists balled and quivering. “I’ve done what you asked, now hold up your end of the bargain! Release my family!”
Though the anger was still very much present in the Voltron crew, something in each of them softened to a certain degree in hearing the conspirator’s motives. Pidge’s heart was still heavy with the absence of her brother and father. Lance and Hunk yearned for their families back on Earth. Keith knew he’d do anything to insure his teammates’ safety. Shiro thought of his team in full, princess and mustached advisor included. Understanding mixed with their feelings of betrayal.
“Bold speech coming from you…” Zarkon’s teeth gritted, but then gave a bit of a cruel smile. “But I will keep my promise. I have your family right here…”
The scene on the hologram screen moved to reveal a line up. Two adult Aipylaevis and three smaller ones, almost mirroring the paladins’ current positions. Battered, heads drooping. Their arms cocked behind them in electronic shackles. Guards where lined up in a row behind them, one for each. Th’Awen was about to call out, beginning the motion of their hand, but a word was never uttered as the entirety of their family was promptly executed at the wave of the emperor’s hand. Th’Awen froze as the Jet black blood of their kind burst from the bodies of the family only an instant before becoming cauterized by the lasers of the guns. A few drooped forward as if fallen asleep, the rest slumped against each other. A familiar milky white shine overtook all their eyes. Hunk nearly vomited at the sight, all of his team speechless.
“There,” The feed returned to Zarkon’s image, “They have been released….”
“That…” Their voice quavered almost uncontrollably, Ivory pouring from their eyes like an open faucet. “That was not… the deal we had…”
“You didn’t specify your meaning of the terms of our deal. Be thankful, that you are not joining them yet…” Zarkon’s tone was frigid, turning his attention to his men. As he gave orders on detaining and transferring the new captives to him, Th’Awen erupted.
“Did I need to ‘specify’ exactly how I wanted to free my family and myself? Should I have made myself clearer so even a thickheaded, violence driven Galra scum can understand!? There is no deal anymore! I never wanted to do this in the first place! You are not going to win this time!”
With a primordial roar, Milky liquid spilt, and they took hold of one of the guard overlooking the paladins and flung it into the air like a rag doll before propelling it with a powerful kick into the hologram monitor of Zarkon’s image. The controls beneath shattered on impact, the call fizzling away. All the other guards turned to confront the attacker, freeing the paladins to charge them from behind. They went down easily, discombobulated. Th’Awen’s breath was short and rapid, adrenaline still pumping. Keith, Lance and Pidge aimed their bayards at the Aipylaevis after disposing of their guards. Shiro and Hunk too, stood defensive.
Th’Awen growled low in their throat but did not move towards them. They knew the damage they had done. The white tears were cleared from their vision, voice steadying. Let’s get out of here. You may deal with me however you wish back at the castle…”
“Deal with you? We should just leave you here for the Galra to deal with you!”
“Yeah, like what the hell man?!”
“Keith is right, you tricked us into falling for a Galra trap and almost had us captured and probably almost executed...”
“I didn’t have a choice! I was given an opportunity to get my family back and I took it, I apologize that it involved immobilizing you, but I had to!”
The three primary colored paladins were all arguing with Th’Awen with hurried words when Pidge barked at them to get their attention, “Hey guys! We can fight about this back at the castle! More guards are bound to show up any minute now!”
“I am not letting them back into the green lion with us..” Keith protested with a harsh grimace in the traitor’s direction.
“Th’Awen is coming with us, for nothing more than interrogation Keith,” Shiro looked between the two of them, lingering on the alien. “You are our prisoner now, you understand...?”
They did not object. “My fate is yours…”
“We better hurry before the find my Lion…”
Pidge and her comrades readied themselves as their prisoner went to the controls for the door, opening them with the same code as before. Out in the hallways some of the Galra guards were standing at attention, ordered as a precaution in case their captives were trying to escape. They were easily thrown back, everyone’s rage and survival instincts kicking in. The resistance was taken down quickly but reinforcements could be heard coming, speedy marching echoing. The paladins retraced their steps back to where the lion was docked against the breached hull. Th’awen trailed behind with Shiro to deal with any enemies following them while the others led the way.
When they finally arrived to the entrance of the lion, it was guarded by even more like there was no limit. Keith hacked away with his blade. Lance and Hunk blasted their guns. Pidge stunned and flung with her electrified grapple. Shiro brawled away with his Galra tech arm glowing bright. Th’Awen hurled away anything in their path. As small openings were created in the carnage the paladins slipped into the docked mouth of the lion, tumbling into the cockpit. First the lion’s own paladin, then their blue and yellow companions. But the number of guards refused to cease.
As another opening offered itself, Keith called to his final teammate, “Shiro, get the prisoner and c’mon!”
The black paladin nodded, throwing off a guard before grabbing Th’Awen and trying to make it to the lion. They followed quickly but as their captor was boarding, a Galra gun blast hit the Aipylaevis square in the back, no doubt damaging the spine. A glottal groan slipped out as they fell to their knees, their body quivering as they lost their grip on Shiro.
“Th’Awen!” He reached for them but the escape opening was closing as more Galra emerged. Hunk and Keith tried to pull their leader in before he was apprehended as well.
Another shot hit them in the shoulder, black tar covering them front and back now. They looked to the entrance of the Green Lion’s cockpit where the paladins watched. As the mass consumed them, a shaky elongated hand rose to touch their forehead, then their chest, and lastly reaching out to the onlookers before they disappeared from view in the mob of Galra.