The Galra turns his chin up again. "Why do you laugh, paladin of Voltron? Can you not see the odds have fallen undoubtedly in my favor?"
As Lance wiped the blood from his mouth, a weak smirk settled on his lips. "It's not so unfortunate-if this is h...
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He'd checked every lion bay before he left—still, none of the lions responded to him.
So he took a one-manner from the Castle hangar, and found Lotor's cruiser exactly where they'd left it on Nonstreiter.
He made his way to the door, only to realize one pretty important detail.
Password protection.
"Quiznack," he muttered, eying the simple keypad by the door. It was marked with Galran lettering, but luckily his helmet translated that for him. There were only a fraction of letters equivalent to the Earth-American alphabet there, and they were terribly obscure.
Not enough letters for quiznack . . .
Not enough for I hate my dad, either.
But Lance gasped at the third thought, and typed Kova into the keypad. That was his alien cat's name, right?
But his hope turned to a scowl, directed at the keypad beeping at the incorrect password.
Stars, what else was there?
He looked around the desolate planet, for a source of inspiration maybe, and found none.
He went ahead and typed in blue lion, and realized the last four letters were highlighted. Did that mean they were correct? There seemed to be another empty space on the left—did that mean Galra type is right-aligned?
So the last four letters were correct—that made it kind of easy then! There were only so many lions.
But he'd tried red, green, and so on. None of them had worked. He sighed, and eyed the universal clock in the corner of his visor. It'd already been an entire varga.
Five letter colors . . .
Brown? Wrong.
He put in white next, and as he was wondering why Lotor didn't have any explosives set to go off on a number of incorrect attempts, the keypad beeped, and the airlock door released.
He paused. White lion?
He'd have to save the question for Lotor later—Lance quickly shut the airlock behind him, taking a seat in the captain's chair. He had to admit—Lotor knew how to ride in style.
Navigating the communications system was slow going—he had to translate all of it with his visor, and it was just generally confusing on top of that—but he got a hold of it eventually. He just hoped base was what he was looking for.
His screen was blank for a long time, and he had just started to doubt himself when it lit up to display an image of ponytail girl bribing an uninterested Kova with some kind of Galran cat treat.
Zethrid came into the picture not long after, taking a seat in front of the camera and blocking ponytail girl from sight. Her stone-cold expression was quickly run over by one of shock as she realized who she was talking to.
