#Commander Holt

[sp0o0kylights]

Knight Commander Stephan Harrington, Champion of Light, right hand to the newly crowned (and very young) Queen Elaine, was tied up on the floor. 

Unfortunately, so was Eddie.

Which wasn’t intentional--it certainly had not been the plan (not that kidnapping two royal knights had been the plan either)--but it was the outcome that had happened and so, Eddie had to deal. 

Now if only he could get the damn bespelled ropes from entangling him…

“You are incredibly bad at this.” The knight informed him in an amused tone. “Like, insanely bad. You should be ashamed levels of bad.” 

…which would be a lot easier if he wasn’t being heckled. 

“I am not!” Eddie defended, as he finally managed to free himself, throwing the offending, wiggling ropes across the room. Never again would he buy from the cheap spell stall in the market. 

“This is a clear and obvious ploy to get you to feel like I am in over my head and you--both of you!--are falling for it!” 

He leapt to his feet, spinning around and staring down at his captives with a look he hoped was threatening.

(It wasn’t.) 

“We've been kidnapped a handful of times, you know.” Knight First Class Robin Buckley spoke up from her position tied next to her commander. “People tend to put way more thought into it than this.” 

She’d adjusted her position sometime between her initial capture (a spell he'd purchased that Eddie had intended to hit the royal carriage and not the knights escorting it) to sit cross legged, hands bound behind her back.

“At least one thought, anyway. You gotta admit this feels pretty desperate.” Stephan piled on. He’d been more entertained than pissed ever since Eddie had taken himself down with his own tools, and the wisecracks were getting worse. 

“Thank you, Sir Stephan--”

“You can just call me Steve, man.” 

“—but some of us are on a tight deadline here. And for your information,” He brought himself to his full height, trying to loom over them menacingly, “nobody goes around kidnapping royalty unless they’re absolutely desperate.”

Not that he’d succeeded in the “royalty” department, but he’d gotten close enough. 

“Oh that reeks of a tragic backstory.” Robin said, like she was seated at a dinner party and not on the floor. “Did you get cursed?” 

“He looks like the type of guy to get cursed.” Steve agreed, head tilting like a faithful dogs as he examined his captor. 

Frustration overwhelmed him in a wave and Eddie went to angrily yank on his hair before catching himself in the act. As good as it would feel in the moment, it would not help him convince the idiots before him that this was serious, dammit! 

The result was that he flung his hands around wildly for a moment, before storming off across the room of the little abandoned cabin he’d found, face burning a brilliant, obvious red. 

“I didn’t get cursed, I got accused of--oh. Oh, no, I will not be caught monologuing, fuck you!”

He whirled on his heels, pointing a finger at their stupid faces. “Why I did it doesn’t even matter!” 

(Or rather, it did matter—a lot, actually—but not right now. Not to them.

Stupid fucking royal employees and their stupid fucking charmed lives.) 

He wasn’t shrieking, he wasn’t--except he was, and both knights traded a look behind his back as he paced wildly about. “I caught you, and I am going to use you to get what I want!” 

“Right, sure.” Steve said, nonplussed. “Say, did you maybe touch a weird looking, possibly magical item by chance? Or gave your name to a weirdly attractive looking lady who seems to love yapping about royal court band practices and who definitely wasn't one of the Fae?” 

He cast a sly look at his companion with that last line, and was rewarded when her mouth popped open in instant offense. 

“You swore you’d stop bringing that up!” Robin said, snapping a leg out in a kick, nailing her companion in the thigh with one thick boot. 

“I swore I’d stop bringing up the incident with Nancy.” Steve fired back, taking her kicks with ease. “And all those archery lessons you swore you needed, because you apparently hit your head in battle and forgot how a bow worked--”

“Shut up, Dingus!” Robin growled, in tandem with Eddie’s mounting panic. 

This was not, at all, going how this was supposed to. Not that anything had as it was supposed to, since shit went sideways, but the knights were at least could have the decency to be somewhat afraid of him! 

Or angry.

Eddie could work with angry!

This two bit comedy routine he was being subjected to instead of any rational reaction was just the icing on top of the weird cake of his life and he was this close to having a full blown mental breakdown about it. 

Which, of course, was exactly when they had to go and make things worse.

Robin stopped kicking her commander and turned back to Eddie, eyes narrowing with the sharpness of someone who had just put something big together. “Hey, hold on—aren’t you that bard half the kingdom won’t shut up about? Eddie the Balladeer?”

Because naturally, the first time anyone recognized him since his life went to hell, it had to be the people he’d just kidnapped.

(He should have listened to his uncle and become a woodworker.) 

“I was.” Eddie grumped. “More like fuckin’ Eddie the Banished now. But again,” He stressed the word with a harsh flick of both hands, “that doesn’t matter.” 

“Why not?” Steve pressed him. “Pretty sure Dustin is planning on you playing at his birthday party. He’s obsessed with that weird song you do. The one with the bed spring noises.” 

Eddie did not know who Dustin was, but after the chaos of the past two weeks, it was only a matter of time before word of his so-called crimes reached the capitol and shredded whatever remained of his reputation.

“Considering I’ve been accused of murder and my entire damn hometown thinks I’m leading satanic rituals, I seriously doubt that,” he sneered, aiming for something haughty and menacing—anything that would make them start taking this whole thing seriously. 

Steve and Robin exchanged another look, the kind only two people sharing a single brain cell could, the unspoken agreement loud and clear on their faces: ‘Do Not Laugh Right Now.

Which was, frankly, insulting, given the sheer level of trauma that came with being branded a murderer.

“Who accused you of satanic worship?” Steve managed to ask, clearly struggling to keep his words giggle free. “You look like one of those wobbly baby deer. You know, with the big, cute eyes.”

Eddie glowered at him. “Are you deaf? I just said it was the entire town!” 

(He determinedly ignored the fact that Steve had just compared him to a damn woodland creature—and called him cute, on top of it.)

“Is this one of those things wrong place wrong time things?” Robin tacked on, like this was a fun puzzle and not Eddie’s life spiraling wildly out of control. “Like, ‘there’s a dead body on the floor and I’m holding a knife but I swear I just walked in here right before the constable did’ type of situations?” 

“I bet the person he apparently murdered isn’t even dead.” Steve fake-whispered to Robin conspiratorially, eyes never leaving Eddie’s. They were crinkled at the edges in a smile, like this entire thing was getting better by the second. “Money says he helped a fair maiden get out of an awful marriage and the shitty fiancé accused him of killing her.” 

Which is exactly what happened, the fucking dick. 

Jaw swimming with his attempts to get out too many words at once, Eddie sputtered. “Of course she isn’t dea--I mean, I, no!” 

“Ha! Steve you totally nailed it.” Robin said, leaning back in triumph. “Which means Dongus here was trying to kidnap one of the Princes to get someone to listen to you. God that’s so cliche.” 

“It’s not like I asked for it to happen!” Eddie shrilled, tone hitting notes he hadn’t been aware his throat could make. 

“Man, I'm good.” Steve said, ignoring Eddie entirely. "I should've been a detective."

“Please, you’re much better at looking intimidating than actually being intimidating. Why do you think Hopper made you Champion, Mr. Model?” 

Eddie’s hands were in his hair again, and this time, he gave up all pretenses of looking cool and evil and let himself tear at it. 

“Why I’m doing this doesn’t matter because it’s not like you two can fucking help me!” 

That, at least, cut through the good cheer, succeeding in finally getting both knights to shut up. 

“I’m dead if I don’t fix this, but worse is if they go on and target Wayne, or Gareth or the rest of the band, or--” He wasn’t exactly hyperventilating, but he was breathing awfully fast. “I can’t let that fucknut Carver go on a whole rampage and hurt everyone who ever associated with me!” 

Wayne was fairly talented at talking the village down, but that had always been when Eddie had been accused of selling fake potions or replacing the town flag with Jason’s undergarments. 

He was not going to be able to fight off an angry mob, should they decide to make the trek to him. 

“Hey.” Steve said, his voice losing all the humor it had before. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay!”

“We can help make it okay.” Robin said gently and it become abruptly clear that his kidnapping victims were now trying to comfort him, because life just had to kick him while he was down. “We’re Knights of the Kingdom, after all.” 

“Oh and I suppose I’m just supposed to untie you and you’ll--what?” Eddie glared at them, hands pulling hard at his hair. “Just let the whole kidnapping thing go? Help me out of the goodness of your hearts instead of arresting me and throwing me in the stockades?” 

Steve shrugged. “I mean, yeah.” 

“I don’t believe you.” Eddie said flatly. 

“Does it help if we tell you this isn’t a contender for the top ten weirdest situations we’ve been in?” Robin asked. “Like, it’s not even close.” 

“No. No it does not.”

“Okay.” Steve said, in a ‘thinking aloud’ sort of voice. “How about this? We give you our words as knights that we’ll help clear your name, and you can stick with us so no one else tries anything until we do.” 

Like Eddie was dumb enough to fall for that bullshit. 

“And why would you do that? What's in it for you to help clear my name?” He challenged them. “We both know the second I untie either of you, you’re going to overwhelm me and take me in. I’m not taking that chance.”

Not with Wayne on the line. 

“Has anyone ever told you you have trust issues?” Steve asked, pushing Eddie right over the edge. 

“I was convicted!” He dropped his hands in a crazed movement, only to smack the back of one against the other's palm in time with his shrieking. “Of! Murder!” 

He must have hit another shrill note, because Steve and Robin both winced. 

“Easy.” Steve soothed. “You know who I am, right?”

Eddie snorted. Sir Stephan’s face was plastered across a shitload of banners all over the kingdom. You couldn’t go anywhere without knowing who the Queen’s Champion was, and Robin was nearly just as famous.

“Yes.” He grit out. 

“Then you know that while I myself don’t have any kind of magic or power, I am tied directly into the Kingdom’s power.” 

In an impressive display of athleticism, Steve maneuvered himself up into a proper kneel, hands still tied behind his back with softly glowing ropes. 

He looked up at Eddie through thick lashes, expression earnest. “If you want, I will tap into it to make you an unbreakable oath. That way I can’t betray you.” 

Stunned into stillness, Eddie stared at him, before his eyes swept to his companion, trying to check if this was some kind of trick or trap or--something else he was too stupid to catch.

Instead of an answer, Robin looked just as shocked as Eddie, her jaw dropping.

“Dingus, you can’t be serious,” She protested, while Eddie finally found his voice to choke out;

“Why would you do that?”

“Because we’re the good guys,” Steve replied, with a smile so bright it could probably power the sun. “and the good guys help people.” 

That was said a little oddly--like he was quoting someone who’d said it many, many times before. 

Eddie opened his mouth, struggling to form the words. 

“How,” he started, his voice cracking on the word. He paused, biting his lip before finally gathering the strength to ask, “How do you know I’m not just lying to you?”

“You?” Steve echoed, the word practically a challenge, but he was still looking up at Eddie through those damn eyelashes, his expression calm, like they'd known each other for a hundred years and would know each other for a hundred more. “No way.” 

They stared at each other for a long, drawn out moment. Eddie didn’t know what Robin was doing, didn’t have room in his brain to even recall her presence in the room. It felt like he and Steve were connected, his entire life was teetering and this moment would decide the outcome. 

Steve had been right. Eddie did have trust issues. Big ones, and this entire situation had only made them worse, but somehow, in that moment, he felt like he could do the impossible.

He could trust Steve.

“Okay.” He said quietly, all his bluster and wild hand movements gone. 

Steve beamed at him.

“Kneel down in front of me.” The knight instructed, and as if drawn by an invisible thread, Eddie did so, dropping down so his face was level with Steve’s. 

“Come closer.” Steve ordered, and waited as Eddie shuffled, closer and closer, until they were barely a breaths width apart, so close he could see the streaks of gold in Steve’s warm, brown eyes. 

“I,” Steve started, in a voice that was both powerful and intimate, “Sir Stephan, Knight Commander of the Kingdom of Light, Queen’s Champion and head of House Harrington, call upon the bonds that make me and that I have made in turn, to hereby swear to you,”

He paused, waiting, and it took Eddie a moment to realize he had never given the man his name.

“Edward Munson, of Town Hawkins.” He muttered, bespelled entirely by the warmth in Steve's eyes. 

“Edward Munson, Bard of Town Hawkins,” Steve said, and oh, what the addition of the word ‘bard.’ did to Eddie’s stomach. The flips it made when he realized just how well Steve was continuing to read him, better than anyone else in his life ever had.

(It made him feel insane.)

“that I will aid in clearing your name, restoring your reputation, and ensuring your safe return to the life you were meant to live.” 

Something built up between them, humming with the buzz of magic. The weight felt tangible, the threads growing thick tying Eddie and Steve together.

“By the powers that be.” Steve whispered, leaning ever so slightly forward, eyelashes lowering. 

Eddie repeated the last line back to Steve, guided by the nudging insistence of the magic that circled them. 

For a second the oath become visible, strings of bright yellow magic surging about, and Eddie was almost drawn to look at it, had he not been distracted by Steve closing the distance between them.

“Wha--” Eddie started to ask, only for Steve to draw the word into his own mouth, sealing their oath with a kiss. 

In the songs Eddie sung, the world exploded when one experienced true love's kiss. Birds sang, and people cheered, fireworks rose to explode in the air. 

This kiss was nothing like that.

This kiss felt like coming home. 

Steve ended it as chastly as he started it, pulling back to smile at him. “And there you have it. One sworn Knight Commander, duty bound to clear your good name.” 

“Uh huh.” Eddie said, blinking rapidly, trying to come back into himself, trying not to look as dazed as he felt. “Right. My uh, name.” 

Steve beamed at him. Tentatively, Eddie smiled back, and if a moment could be warm then this one was the warmest thing Eddie had ever experienced, like a gentle blanket being draped across them both.

It was ruined entirely by the forced coughing that started up next to them. 

“If you two are done now, my arms are going numb.” Robin announced, making Eddie jerk back and Steve roll his eyes. 

“Sorry.” Eddie said automatically, face going red for the third time that day. “I’ll uh. I’ll do that now.”

In his mad scramble to get to his feet and hide how aroused he was, Eddie missed the smug look Steve gave Robin.

In his attempts at removing the spelled ropes from her wrists, he equally missed the sarcastically mouthed ‘Slut.’ Robin aimed back at him. 

He did, however, somehow understand that Robin came with Steve, and that he had just damned himself to their bantering.

Weirdly, it made him feel better instead of worse.

xXx

 “So out of curiosity, what name did you give yourself?” Steve asked a handful of hours later, as the three of them began their trek to Castle Hoosier.

Eddie frowned at him. “Name?”

“You know.” Steve nudged his shoulder against Eddie’s playfully, like they were buddies. “Your evil wizard name, or whatever.”

“I never said I was a wizard, Steve.” 

“You cannot tell me someone as dramatic as yourself didn’t immediately decide to change your name to something ridiculous.” The knight challenged, and Eddie hated how easily the guy had clocked him. “I bet it has evil in the title. Or Mean. Or--” 

“It was Dread Lord Munson.”  Robin interrupted. 

With a grin so wide it overtook her entire face, she turned a little leatherbound notebook to face Steve. There, in Eddie’s spidery scrawl, was the offending name taking up half the page. 

“Where did you get that!?” Eddie squawked, lunging for the book. Robin, in a show of skill he wouldn’t have thought her capable of, tossed it right over his head, into the waiting hands of Steve. 

Eddie spun, cursing wildly as Steve took a look at his personal (!) writings. 

(He hadn't even seen her grab it, dammit!)

He ducked out of the way once, then twice, laughing the entire time, before closing the book with a snap and holding it out to Eddie. 

“Come on, Dork Lord, let’s go get your name cleared.” He said, a fond grin on his face. 

“I hate you. Both of you.” Eddie whined, a blush dusting his cheeks as he snatched his book back, but followed Steve anyway. 

He had the worst feeling he was going to be doing that for a while, now. Even if his name got cleared.

Fucking knights.

Bonus:

“We both know that binding ritual does not involve a kiss, Steve.” Robin said, some time later, quiet enough for only her friend to hear. 

“Ah, shut up Robs. Let me have my fun.” Steve said. “Besides, it sets the tone. Now that he knows what kissing me is like, it's all he’s gonna be thinking about.” 

“Pretty sure all he’s thinking about is clearing his name, Dingus.”

“Okay, yeah.” Steve stressed the word, “but after we clear it? That little scatterbrained bard is gonna be fully focused on me.” He flicked a finger at his own chest, and gave what he thought was his best winning smile. 

Robin made gagging noises.

In retaliation. Steve tried to push her off her horse. 

[is-there-an-echo-in-here]

X

[saggitary]

The true dichotomy of life is the debate between thinking of the Coruscant Guard as the suspicious quiet black sheep of the GAR because they work on Coruscant directly under the hand of a Sith Lord and regularly see the worst the Republic has to offer… of thinking of them more like Brooklyn 99

[kismetconstellations]

Non-Paladin Completely Legal Adult Characters With Whom Shiro Has More Chemistry Than His "Future Husband":

-Ulaz

-Slav

-Coran

-Sam Holt

-Kolivan

-Commander Iverson

-And, The Former Warden of Beta-Traz

[normandy-nine-nine]

Garrus: Are they gonna be looking at our desks? Also, unrelated, someone left a bunch of rifles at my desk.

Donnelly: I have a similar question about browser history.

Shepard: Just throw your computer away.

Donnelly: Roger that.

[chibi-pix]

Oh yeah, I started this back in January, didn't I? So, in a discord server, someone shared a pic of Gantu in the Lilo and Stitch series. I don't remember the context or why it was brought up, but I had been smacked with the thought of drawing Sendak like that. Thus, this. And Sendak not understanding the joy of a beach day.

At least he understands fashion. Pidge probably picked his outfit for him, by the way.

Also! The Gantu pic.

Trend setters.

Anyway! I hope y'all enjoy this one! Commissions are available on my Ko-fi. Until next time!

[voltrontranscript]

VLD S7E8: The Last Stand, Part 2

Season 7, Episode 8: The Last Stand, Part 2

Transcript by @dragonofyang

Episode Summary: Sendak’s forces launch an assault on Earth, and Sam Holt, Admiral Sanda, and Commander Iverson fight back, but Earth loses ground against the advanced technology of the Galra fleet. The MFE pilots go on a mission for supplies, and the last of Earth’s free inhabitants prepare to make their final stand against the Fire of Purification.

[Google Doc]

[Man on PA] All personnel, proceed to your command stations immediately.

Sendak: Assessment.

Hepta: Scanners have yet to detect any signs of a sub-orbital defense system. Planetary surface reports indicate offensive capability, extremely low.

Sendak: Begin the assault. Fire.

Unnamed soldier: Move, move, move!

[Cut to Galaxy Command Center.]

Sanda: Power the surface-to-air blasters. Dispatch the first wave of Garrison fighters. Prep the next wave immediately.

Sam: Wait! We can’t use the standard defenses.

Sanda: We’re going to hit those aliens with hundreds of thousands of pounds of thermobaric missiles and finish them off with the best pilots the world has to offer.

Sam: They don’t stand a chance out there. We need to scramble the MFE fighters.

Sanda: The pilots of the MFEs are just cadets.

Sam: So are the pilots of Voltron.

Sanda: Launch base defenses according to protocol. Commander!

Iverson: I know you have wartime authorization, but maybe we should listen to--

Sanda: That’s an order! We can’t risk the planet on untested military weaponry piloted by cadets.

Iverson: This is Commander Iverson. Initiate base defense protocol, Beta-Five. I repeat, initiate base defense protocol, Beta-Five.

Adam: You heard the man, we’re up.

Sam: You’ve just doomed those men and women.

[Cut to the air above the Garrison.]

Adam: Our weapons have no effect!

Man: Evasive maneuvers!

Adam: Wildcat’s gone. Titan’s not responding.

Woman: I can’t shake these things. He’s got me on target lock!

Man 2: Hang in there! I’m heading your way!

Woman: I can’t--No!

Woman 2: Be aware, another Galra fleet is launching and approaching.

Woman 3: I’ve got target lock! No!

Adam: [screams]

Sendak: This is Commander Sendak of the Fire of Purification. I am here for the Voltron Lions. Turn them over to me or I will destroy your planet.

Sanda: Open a line.

Veronica: Yes, Admiral.

Sanda: This is Admiral Sanda of Earth. We have received your communication requesting the Voltron Lions. Please be advised that our planet is not harboring them nor do we know where they are.

Sendak: We’ll see.

Sam: Tell all Garrison bases to call back fighters.

Veronica: All Garrison bases are under attack. They’re not responding. They’ve already scrambled fighters.

[Scene change to Sendak’s ship.]

Sendak: Battle report.

Hepta: The planet has offered little resistance with the exception of this single location. It appears to be utilizing particle barrier technology.

Sendak: Focus all firepower on that shield. The ion cannon will make short work of it.

[Scene change to the Galaxy Garrison command room.]

Veronica: Sir, it looks like the alien ships are focusing in on our location.

Sam: Scramble the MFE-Ares fighters. Begin powering up the fusion cannon.

Iverson: Yes, sir.

Sanda: I will court-martial you if you utter one command against my orders.

Iverson: There won’t be a court to try me in if we don’t listen to Commander Holt.

Iverson on PA: MFE-Ares pilots, begin loading sequence. Activate interlock.

Griffin: Dynotherms connected.

Rizavi: Mega-thrusters are go.

Griffin: We’re ready to depart on your mark, Commander Iverson.

Iverson: Three… Two… One… Mark!

Hepta: They’re scrambling fighters, Commander.

Sendak: Fire the ion cannon.

Hepta: The particle barrier shows no signs of structural damage.

Griffin: Okay, team, we’ve trained for this. We know their maneuvers and have the firepower to knock them out. Leifsdottir, you’re my wing.

Leifsdottir: Ten-four.

Griffin: Rizavi, you and Kinkade keep those fighters off our back.

Rizavi: Copy.

Veronica: Fusion cannon online.

Sam: Fire!

Veronica: Direct hit. Target destroyed.

Sam: Fusion cannon status report.

Veronica: It’s drained substantial power. Estimating enough for two more shots before recharge, sir.

Sam: Sendak doesn’t know that.

Hepta: The cannon appears to be charging for another shot.

Sendak: This is the only place on the planet well-defended. Fall back out of its range. We will attack where they are vulnerable.

Veronica: The entire fleet is pulling out. They’re focusing their attacks on the remaining cities.

Sam: Update the rest of the globe. They need to evacuate to safe zones immediately.

Sanda: We should go after them. Your weapons actually mounted an offense.

Sam: The fighters are only short-range and the cannon is immobile. If we leave its proximity, we’d be decimated.

Veronica: Sir, communication with all of Western Europe has gone dark. Russia. China. India. East Coast Base, please acknowledge, over. Can anyone on the East Coast respond? Over. Please?

Hepta: Scouting reports show no signs of the Voltron Lions. Shall we continue the occupation, sir?

Sendak: Yes, the Paladins will return. And we’ll be waiting for them.

[Scene change to Garrison command center.]

Veronica: Commander, we are no longer receiving responses on any channels. What are your orders?

Sam: The Galra just delivered a critical blow. I know many of you in this room feel we should press our attack, and believe me when I say I wish we could. Even with all we’ve accomplished, we’re still not ready to fight the Galra head-on. However, while this base stands, Earth still has a chance. I believe in each and every one of you. You made it here because of your ability to overcome adversity, and now the freedom of planet Earth is dependent on that ability. Everyone break to their sub-commands. I want a full status update of this base. We will prevail.

Sanda: When this is all said and done, I’m going to have you both stripped of your rank and thrown in the brig for defying my orders.

Iverson: Yes, ma’am.

Sanda: Now, we don’t have the Lions. Why is Sendak still invading?

Sam: You don’t understand the Galra. They’ve been conquering the universe for over ten thousand years. Sendak must have a plan.

[Scene change to the Galaxy Garrison meeting room.]

Veronica: Supplies are limited. We don’t have enough food to sustain us for more than a couple of months.

Sam: And construction materials? Do we have enough to complete the IGF-Atlas?

Veronica: Negative.

Sam: Quiznak. We can’t give up. Voltron will come. We just need to get supplies and wait out Sendak.

Veronica: Well, there is a supply depot not too far from here. It was abandoned during the initial attack and the Galra haven’t occupied that area yet.

Sanda: But how would we transport the supplies?

Veronica: We could use the underground tunnel system. It’s an older setup from World War III. The trains haven’t been used since, but the tunnels are sound and the tracks are still intact and run directly beneath the base. If we were to send a small team, we could load up supplies onto one of the old trains, repair it, and ride it directly back here.

Sam: What does Galra activity in that area look like?

Veronica: None currently, but judging by the Galra’s movements, that won’t last long. It’s hard to give an exact estimate. Their occupation efforts seem to be focused on major metropolitan areas, but they’re scattering out in what look like random patrol patterns.

Sam: Then our team will have to move quickly.

[Scene change to a hangar.]

Griffin: Okay, I’ll drive.

Veronica: I’m coming with you. Name’s Veronica. I’m an analyst and your handler.

Griffin: We don’t need a handler.

Veronica: Do you know how to get to the depot?

Griffin: Well, no, but, you know, I’ll just use the guidance system.

Veronica: That uses the world communication network. Which, oh yeah, these tunnels were designed to block. And Cadet Rizavi should drive. She has the highest marks with the AW-Cruiser.

Rizavi: I like her.

Veronica: Oh, and shotgun.

Rizavi: I really like her.

Veronica: Left here.

Kinkade: All clear.

Veronica: Right. These tracks are a straight shot to the depot. Let’s get to work.

Rizavi: They left her in pretty good shape. I think we’ll have her running in under an hour.

Griffin: Griffin checking in. What’s your status?

Veronica: Supplies are ninety-five percent loaded.

Rizavi: Rizavi here. Almost done with repairs.

Griffin: We’ve got company, just south of the Cruiser.

Rizavi: Copy. On our way.

Griffin: Our weapons have no effect on them!

Veronica: Go! Get the train running. I’ll hold them off.

Griffin: You two get this thing started. Kinkade, you’re with me.

Rizavi: Train’s up and running. Let’s go.

Griffin: Veronica, get in here! Veronica! What are you doing?

Veronica: Just go!

Griffin: We’re not gonna leave her. Stop the train. No!

Kinkade: She saved the mission. And us.

Rizavi: Does anyone know how to get back?

Leifsdottir: Two lefts, two rights, left, middle tunnel, right, left, and then one more right.

Sam: Thank goodness you’re back. Wait. Where’s Veronica?

Griffin: She… She didn’t make it.

Sam: Her sacrifice will not be in vain. We have a chance now.

Griffin: A chance for what? We just bought ourselves time. What is that gonna do for us?

Sam: Voltron will come.

Griffin: You really believe that?

Sam: Yes. And in the meantime, we need to finish our work on the IGF-Atlas and figure out a way to power it. She’ll be sorely needed when we liberate the planet.

[Scene change the Galra fleet orbiting Earth.]

Sendak: Begin the next phase of the assault. Destroy their communications network.

Hepta: Forgive me for questioning your orders, but why are we cutting off their communications? Do we not want Voltron to hear the distress signal?

Sendak: When you hear an animal crying out in pain, you proceed with caution. Silence promotes haste.

Sanda: He’s destroying all of our satellites.

Sam: He’s cutting off our communication with the outside world. And all we can do is watch.

Hepta: Commander, how should the fleet proceed regarding the last stronghold?

Sendak: Time will conquer them for us.

[Scene change to the Galaxy Garrison meeting room.]

Sam: It seems we will have enough raw material to complete the superstructure for the IGF-Atlas. How’s morale?

Iverson: It’s low. We’re using every trick in the book to keep spirits high, but when the world is in the shape it’s in…

Sanda: If the IGF-Atlas becomes operational, do you think it could defend Earth?

Sam: She’s been outfitted with all our most advanced weaponry, but it’s still just one ship, and an untested one at that. This is Commander Holt, over.

Man: Sir, you’re gonna wanna come to the hangar to see this.

[Scene change to the Galaxy Garrison hangar.]

Sam: Veronica, you’re alive! How?

Veronica: These people saved me. I’ve been working with an underground resistance network. The network is small, but highly mobile, and they’ve gathered a great deal of intel and supplies that could prove extremely useful to us. Their intel even led me to my family. So I led them here. I thought we should be working together.

Sam: Your brother would be very proud of you.

Veronica: Speaking of Lance… have you heard anything? From Voltron?

Sam: No. Not yet. And supplies are getting dangerously low. What you’ve brought will certainly help, but only for so long.

Veronica: I’m afraid I’ve got more bad news to add to that. I have some intel from the resistance network. The Galra have begun to group able-bodied citizens together into work camps. They’re utilizing them for manual labor. Reports indicate that construction has begun on multiple Galran installations around the globe.

Sam: We need to get one last message out to Voltron.

[Scene change to Galaxy Garrison command center.]

Man on PA: Commencing launch in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four…

Sanda: Let’s hope you’re right about this.

Man on PA: ...three, two, one. Liftoff.

Hepta: Sir, the base has launched a projectile.

Sendak: Destroy it.

Woman: Yeah! We did it!

Sam: He fell for it.

Hepta: I’m picking up a signal. They’re broadcasting. They’re microtransmitters, millions of them, spreading throughout the sector.

Sendak: What are they broadcasting?

Sam on transmitters: To any beings who receive this message, planet Earth has been overrun by Galra. Most of the citizens have been captured. Those of us remaining are making our last stand. If you get this message, please get word to Voltron. We need help.

Sendak: So they do think Voltron will return.

[Scene change to a Galaxy Garrison hangar.]

Sam: Earth has been conquered. We are the last holdout in an evil occupation. And we must face facts. Our supplies are running out. They’ve hammered us and hurt the ones we love. Our backs are completely up against the wall. And nothing makes us more dangerous. We only have enough resources for one last stand. Regardless of the outcome, if we stand united, we will let them know that planet Earth, our home, will not go down without a fight.

[Cut to Voltron.]

Keith: Well, what are we waiting for?

[End.]

[the-feral-gremlin]

Pre Canon Voltron headcannons Bc I Can. Part 1(?)

Keith has dyed his hair red before, (specifically before meeting Shiro and then once at the garrison to piss Iverson and Sanda off.)

Shiro knows how to give himself a (non sexual obvi) massage.

After finding out Keith’s holiday plans consisted of staying in his shared room at his foster parents, Matt and Shiro invited over for the Holt/ Shirogane-Whatever the fuck Adam’s last name is family dinner. And he hasn’t missed one sense, even when in the desert.

Keith taught Pidge how to pick a lock and how to defend herself, while Pidge taught Keith his way around a computer.

Keith knows first aid. (Bc his dad was a firefighter, he grew up in the desert, and bc he was always getting himself in trouble.)

Matt and Keith pranked Iverson and Sanda a lot (unbeknownst to everyone else because they would get in a whole lot of trouble obviously)

Matt and Keith were roommates.

On the anniversary of his dad’s death, you could find Keith under his bed frame or in some other odd place with music playing. Matt covers for him in class while Shiro and Adam ask for the day off and hang out with him, usually in silence.

Adam, Shiro, and Iverson were all in the same book club.

Adam and Shiro have the occasional double date with Sam and Colleen (it consists of Sam trying to get Shiro to call him something other than Science Officer Holt and Adam and Colleen swapping recipes)

That’s all for now

Next ->

[keepofkandrakar]

it should not have taken me three watches and several years to realize that Voltron is just very gay Power Rangers 

[uniquecellest]

More Adashi AU

- Adam talks to Shiro while Shiro pilots the Atlas, Adam says some words that feel like a goodbye and Shiro calls out to him. He thinks Adam is dead (Adam was able to evacuate his plane before it crashed with the Galra)

- Upon hearing that the Galra are coming, Shiro and Adam argue over Adam being involved

- Once the quartet of Matt, Adam, Shiro, and Keith are reunited Matt and Keith hound Shiro like annoying brothers for leaving Adam and Keith behind

- Adam saying the words "we're going to get you to the medbay and once you're all healed up we're going to have a sparring match where I throw you around like a rag doll" / "don't ever worry me like that again. I don't know if I can ever take a loss like that again"

-Adam infiltrates Galra forces and travels with them in space. Shiro can't believe what he sees when he thinks Adam is willingly working with Galra

-with Kerberos being considered a bust bc of "pilot error" The Garrison wants to send others into space to retrieve the Kerberos crew. Voltron crew finds Adam's ship just floating in space with no life force seeming to be inside. They investigate to find Adam on the floor and alone. Turns out there's barely enough oxygen for even a new born let alone a grown adult (bonus if Adam's ship was hit with quintessence); Shiro refuses to leaves Adam's side while he's in the healing pod

-Adam somehow being used to help power the Galras main ship that attacked earth like some Alteans were

-They never confessed their feelings so when Shiro is determined to go on Kerberos Adam just sits with his feelings and waits; both thinking they've missed their chance with the other (cue Matt, Keith and Pidge trying to get them together when they reunite)

-Soulmate/soul marks AU where Shiro and Adam do not meet until Shiro comes back from space

- (shout to Chibi-pix for this one) Adam is like a brother figure to Pidge which results in Keith and Pidge being siblings causing Iverson to lose his mind bc Keith and Pidge are Matt and Shiro 2.0s (Lord help him when an Adam 2.0 enters the picture); Adam and Shiro are blissfully aware of their siblings antics but act like they aren't

-Kuron goes to Earth and kidnaps Adam

-Shiro is forced to choose between Keith and Adam

- They start off as a one-sided rivalry until an incident forces them together and they start to get to know each other

-more patient Adam and reckless Shiro

-Adam joins the Blade of Marmora where he runs into Keith (Adam still thinks Shiro is dead) Adam is with him in the two years in the Abyss and reunites with Shiro when Keith returns to the Paladins

-Eros!Adam and Psyche!Shiro

-Teen Titans AU where Shiro is Cyborg and Adam is Bumblebee (points for Kuron being Brother Blood)

-Camp Half-Blood demigod Shiro and Camp Jupiter Half-Blood Adam

-Adam and Matt get buried alive and Shiro is a reck trying to find them (Adam) so they don't die

-Baker/Cook Adam and Shiro who can't boil water without setting it on fire

-Adam and Shiro swap roles (neither are dead though)

-Shiro and Adam meeting once when they were kids but not meeting again until they are older. Both remember but Adam acts like he doesn't recall it at all

-Both are cadets and one has a significant other while the other is pining hard (s/a with the significant other doesn't last long, significant other also happens to be mutuals with Adam and Shiro)

-Shiro trains and gets a bad bruise on his neck that everyone thinks is a hickey until Adam returns from a trip (cue Keith defending Shiro but the other Paladins and co think maybe Shiro cheated)

-Shiro confesses to Adam one night but acts like he doesn't remember it then he and Adam spiral in their feelings

[discordiansamba]

so how is everyone doing in this peacetime reality?

Well first off, the Kerberos mission went off without a hitch, instantly launching the career of young Garrison officer Matt Holt. He now holds the same Commander rank as his father. He works with his dad on all sorts of tech for the Garrison, basically living his ideal life. He also never really gets that second puberty he got in canon so he's still relatively pretty short. His only regret.

Pidge never had to fake her own identity to enter the Garrison, so Katie Holt attended and graduated under her own name. She also works with her dad and Matt, and is still friends with the cadets she was in her flight group with, Hunk and Lance. Hunk's got a solid career as an engineer for the Garrison (and is glad his role lets him do it from the ground). Lance realized he was kind of shooting himself in the foot during his last year and really buckled down with his studies, eventually managing to graduate as a fighter pilot- even if he never obtained the flashy upper level rank he actually wanted.

Shiro is on the verge of retiring as a pilot, but is thinking of staying on as a teacher. His disease is finally showing signs of actively getting in the way of his daily life, but he's got another good ten years before he really has to start worrying about its day to day effects. He made up with Adam and they got married. He's one of the Garrison's most decorated pilots...

...although Keith is hot on his heels, at least in terms of skill. He's proved himself to be one of the most skilled pilots the Garrison has had in generations, but he keeps turning down offers of promotion. Being in the chain of command isn't for him. He's mellowed out a little since his temperamental youth, thanks largely due to Shiro's influence. He's still not really suited for the strict Garrison lifestyle though, so he kind of bounces from base to base. He mostly works as a test pilot.

(Allura and Coran are still asleep, waiting for someone to wake them up.)

[graphicpolicy]

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[is-there-an-echo-in-here]

The man has Holt energy, that’s all

X

[alukardtheabysswalker]

Inspired by that ME comic that I can't find rn (please tag the author if you find them) my brother and I brainstormed which ME characters would fit best in the Mole Cold Open from B99 so here you have it:

Shepard: That's crazy, no one here's a mole.

Anderson: How can you be so sure

Shepard: Because I know these guys, I know everything about them

Anderson: You're a poor Commander if you don't think people can surprise you

Shepard: Not these people. Here, watch this I know what everyone is gonna do tonight. It's thursday, so Kasumi is gonna leave early to rehearse with her dance group, Dancy Reagan, they're the first ladies of movemente. Liara's gonna be going over her weekly budget. And Thane will be attending a "Pyjak for one" cooking class.

Thane: Tonight's menu "Sauce-Alon-I"

Shepard: And if I run and leap at Garrus he will most certainly catch me in his arms. Coming in!

Garrus: No, I'm holding coffee!

*crash*

[themagicmerci]

The freedom fighters of Voltron really should of had more screen time, they had their moments and they obviously did what they could to defend and at least slow some of the Galra’s power, but we don’t exactly get a ton on them. We do get scenes of them and their actions (begin the Blitz, Reunited, e.t.c-brief mentions/moments) it still feels they were done dirty. Te-lash obviously seemed she would have been a important member to the show if they hadn’t killed her off. (S trope to which I hate). It could have changed the story line, or maybe it wouldn’t have.

Te-ohs was the commander/leader of the freedom fighters and could have been around for hundreds of years (not too sure of how long her people live to). Building a record of successes and influence for smaller rebel groups. If she wasn’t killed off she could have given more information to the paladins and Matt. They may have ended up parting ways for Pidge to find Matt or aided them in her venture to find him. Leading to the paladins meeting the commander of the freedom fighters and possibly having a better grasp on the inner workings of the Galra empire (I’d assume she and Matt have some sort of close relationship -my guess is almost a parental one?)

Other notes I wanna just- have out but I haven’t exactly planned an actual thing to talk about them with…yet

Te-lash could have given them a hand in planning in the attacks on the Galra outposts, possibly giving an advantage to the freedom fighters when engaging. (Olia and her could work off one another as well)

Kolivan and Te-osh could have interacted and may have been able to know our (if she hadn’t known) that the cannons would have had extra shielding. This may have given them an idea and plan better then going head in. ((Kolivan may not have trusted the fighters before since he could have not had much of an interaction with them or real leader to speak with,

Olia and Ozar could have had more interaction with the paladins, thought this would disrupt the activities in future season they would have more intel and may have been able to change the events that would lead up to Lotor’s downfall. (Like a ripple it could have had them do something different from what they choose to do and how they found out certain things. Like the butterfly effect basically is what I’m saying.

The relationships and inner workings could have been seen more- the found family moments or bonds. (But seeing what happened to that with the paladins…

Anyways, I’ll make something more stable and might actually realize I’m wrong about stuff here, my brain is getting a bit fuzzy and all over the place again- ha

[normandy-nine-nine]