Voltron Rewrite Episode Nineteen - The Singularity of War
(Warning...this thing is a monster. Seriously, I really got carried away here. If you’re planning on reading this in one go make sure you’re comfortable first, because this is the big boy. Enjoy.)
The blazing light of explosions flashes across Coran’s face. He stares out at the carnage spread out across the Castle of Lion’s viewport. The forces of the Coalition and the Black Paladins tear into each other, energy blasters and ion cannons causing untold destruction. But his gaze looks past all of that, to lock onto the form of Voltron approaching that of Darktron and Sincline. He strokes his mustache nervously.
“Coran?”
He is shaken from his study of the monitor and turns to find Romelle standing on the bridge behind him.
“The Castle is in full combat configuration.” She reports.
“Ah yes. Very good. Very good…” His gaze shifts back out to the starfield, where the forces of Zarkon and the Coalition smash into one another. He sees a team of Garrison fighters swoop along the side of a Galra cruiser and unleash a payload of energy-bombs that cripple the enemy ship.
“You wish to be in the thick of it?” She ventures.
“Yes. This has been my battle for a long time and it pains me not to be backing up the Princes and other paladins. Also...if I’m being honest, I’d really like to show these galra what for one last time. But…” He looks back to the alteans manning stations around the bridge.
“...Princess Allura left all of you in my charge. And risking the Castle unnecessarily will help no one. So we will hang back and fire from afar. We will not directly engage until we are needed.
“And if we are called upon?”
“well...we’ll just have to show them just what the ship my grandfather designed can really do with a full crew of alteans.”
Romelle smiles. “Aye aye, Captain.”
He returns the smile, then turns back to the viewport. Voltron and Sincline finally meet Darktron in a blaze of brilliant light.
“I leave all my hopes with you, Paladins.” He says in a voice just above a whisper. “Finish this.”
***
Voltron swings, tearing a blue streak through space. Darktron blocks, blade crackling with violet lightning. Sincline thrusts, blade a blur of purple light. Darktron parries and ripostes, knocking the other mecha back. The three mechas strike at each other, blades are a storm of glowing blurs, faster than the eye can keep up.
A powerful clash knocks all backwards. Darktron pulls back, quintessence burning down the blade. It lowers the blade towards them in silent challenge. Sincline makes to move forward.
“Wait,” Keith starts to say, “we should pull back and try to-”
“You don’t scare me, Zarkon!” Sincline Lotor bellows, charging towards the other mecha. Keith curses, and Voltron bursts forward to join Sincline.
Darktron, Sincline and Voltron swing their blades at the same time. When the blades meet a wave of energy explodes outward. The force of the blow flings both Voltron and Sincline tumbling backwards through space.
Darktron did not give an inch from the blast.
Jets of energy erupt from Darktron’s wings, thrusting it after the two tumbling mechas. It goes after Voltron, the closer target.
Voltron’s shield is thrown up at the last second, but Darkon’s swing is powerful enough to the breach the shield, sending two halves spinning.
Sincline appears behind Darktron, twin swords raised to it's exposed back.
Darktron doesn’t even turn to raise it's sword overhead and block both of Sincline’s blades. It reaches the other hand behind to blast Sincline in the chest. As Sincline spins away, Voltron swings for Darktron’s head. But Darkton deflects with it's sword then tosses Voltron behind it to crash into Sincline.
“Get out of my way!” Lotor snarls, shoving Voltron aside.
He charges at Darktron again, curved swords spinning. Before he can reach the other mecha, Darktron's shoulder cannon materializes and fires. The wave of raw energy hits Sincline like a train. It rockets backwards to smash through a galra cruiser. The cruiser explodes into pieces, while Sincline continues to tumble backwards.
Darktron turns on Voltron. Lance, Pidge, Hunk and Allura get uneasy expressions.
“...it's alright to be afraid.” Keith says in a low voice. “They’re incredibly strong. We’ve all seen it. But we’re also not the same people we were the last time we fought them. We’re stronger together now. Not just on our own, but as a team too. This isn’t going to end the same way as last time.”
The uncertainty leaves the other paladin’s faces, replaced by resolve.
Darktron bursts into motion.
“Here we go…” Keith takes a breath. “...form shield!”
Voltron’s shield reforms a moment before Darktron’s sword strikes. Violet energy blazes against brilliant blue.
“Is that all you can muster?” Prince Lotor of Darktron says, sword beginning to blaze brighter. Pidge grits her teeth, the shield wavering, on the point of breaking once again.
But then, Lance, Hunk and Allura’s bayard ports slide open. They allow only a moment of surprise before slamming each of their bayards into place.
The shield, on the verge of splitting, suddenly blazes, multiplying several times its former size. Darktron’s sword is repelled, hurling the mecha back in a flash of lapis light.
Darktron rights itself after a moment, and all is still.
“...so,” Zarkon finally says, “you are not quite as pathetic as you used to be. You’ve acquired strength from resolve. Good. But how is your finesse?”
Darktron’s dual swords materialize.
Inside Voltron the bayard ports of the red and green lions pop open.
Lance smirks. “I dunno, how are we doing with finesse?”
Pidge lets out a sigh. “Well, until recently I thought we were doing an excellent job with subtlety.”
“Subtlety is overrated.”
“You would say that.” But she returns the smile.
Both slam their bayards into place. Voltron’s dual blades shimmer into existence.
Darktron swings for Voltron’s neck first. Pidge blocks, straining against the other blade. Lance parry’s the next attack, and counters with a thrust for Darktron’s gut. Darktron twists, blade sparking off it's side. Darktron replies with a kick, but Lance and Pidge cross their blades, blocking the strike. However it gives Darktron a chance to throw a quick jab for Voltron’s chest with one blade, followed by a second with the other. The first is completely deflected but the second grazes the green arm.
The two mechas fall into a back and forth, blades striking against one another in clashes of blinding light.
“You’re keeping up! Impressive! But for how long!?” Zarkon taunts, blades moving so fast they’re barely visible.
Keith grits his teeth. “I think-”
“Zarkon!” Sincline Lotor bellows. “I found something of yours!”
Both turn just in time for a galra cruiser to smash into them. The front of the ship crumples as they are buried in it's innards.
A burst of energy from Darktron obliterates the entire cruiser, sending Voltron flying out of the wreckage.
As soon as Darktron is freed, Sincline, hovering above, unleashes it's chest beam. Darktron’s shoulder cannon appears, firing at the same time.
The two beams collide, bleeding off waves of energy that vaporize any of the fightership unlucky enough to be nearby. The cockpits of the respective mechas tremor under the enormous pressure. Lotor throws his levers as far as they will go, intensity of the beam growing in response.
Darktron’’s beam inches backwards, starting to be overwhelmed by that of Sincline.
Zarkon only grins. “You have an impressive machine. It has only one flaw…”
Paladin Lotor, Honerva and Raimon slam their bayards into place.
“...it's not Voltron.”
Darktron’s blast engulfs Sincline’s blasting it away. But Darktron doesn’t leave it there. The harpoon gun materializes and fires after Sincline, spearing the other mecha. Darktron pivots, swinging the tethered Sincline to crash into the recovering Voltron.
They’re flung backwards, smashing through an errant asteroid, pulverizing it.
Sincline shakes off the damage, and moves to charge Darktron again. His arm is caught by Voltron’s grip.
“Stop.” Keith commands.
“I don’t take orders from you! Now get out of my way!”
“You’re being an idiot, Lotor! I know you want to take down Zarkon, but has it really been so long since you’ve had to work with a team?”
“I don’t need help! I’ve never needed help.”
“Do you want to get yourself killed!?”
He doesn’t reply.
“...are you trying to get yourself killed?” Allura is the one to ask this time.
Still he remains silent. Darktron advances on them.
“...I want to kill Zarkon, no matter the cost.”
“Then help us do that.” Keith says, “By working with us.”
Darktron gets closer.
Inside the cockpit of Sincline, Lotor closes his eyes and squeezes his throttles. He lets out a breath and opens his eyes back up. Darktron is nearly upon them, sword pulled back.
“If you have a plan…then take the lead.”
Keith quirks the faintest of smiles.
“Spilt!”
The two mechas dash in opposite directions, Darktron’s sword slashing through the empty space.
“We’ll constrict their movement, you go in close!” Keith declares.
Voltron’s cannon appears, erupting in it's spray-fire mode. Dozens of destructive motes of light spray after Darktron. The mecha’s boosters burn into overdrive as it spins away from the energy motes. The motes follow, blue lines trailing after fleeing mecha. Darktron zigzags, losing some of the motes into the faces of asteroids, and others into the sides of galra cruisers. Sincline blocks it's path, blades spinning. Darktron simply forces Sincline back with a blast from one of its hands and changes direction again, motes still following. The chase takes Darktron towards one of the planets orbiting the nearest star. It loses more of the motes by leading them into the side of one of the planet’s moons.
Sincline cuts off Darktron’s path again, ducking the hand-blast this time and going in for the kill. Darktron deflects the twin blades with it's sword, while using it's free hand to activate it's shield and block the remaining motes. The shield endurs the rainfall of energy against it, but a moment later a secondary impact hits the shield.
Voltron’s harpoon. Voltron jerks the tethered Darktron to the side, opening its defenses wide. Sincline swings again, and this time the swords strike true.
A flash of violet light burns when the blades with Darktron’s chest.
Darktron plummets down into the surface of the moon below. It's crash creates a crater, massive chunks of rock flying upwards.
“Now! Hit ‘em with everything you've got!” Keith yells.
Sincline charges up it's chest beam while Voltron materializes it's arm cannons. Both let loose on Darktron below.
The beams of energy collide with Darktron, washing over it. More chunks of rock and debris fly up as Darktron is driven deeper. The crater widens, cracking a significant portion of the moon’s surface. Then, the stone around Darktron begins to glow. It melts under the constant heat and pressure from the waterfall of pure energy, swallowing up Darktron. Molten rock bubbles up, spraying droplets across the surface. Still, they keep firing.
Finally, the two mechas let up, spent.
The Paladins and Lotor struggle to catch their breaths.
“Did...we get...them…?” Lance pants out.
“I’m not-” Keith starts to say before he is cut off.
“You children…” Zarkon says, “...deserve commendation. I hate every single one of you and will enjoy ripping your bodies out of your lions, and your organs out of your bodies, and then putting them on display for the whole universe to see. But you have forced me into a corner, and for that you have my highest praise. Supremely stupid and futuile as it was, you have graduated yourselves from a minor nuisance to a wrench in my plans. So congratulations…”
Under the lava there is a burst of violet light. Then a massive form begins to move under the surface.
“...you will get the honor of dying as few others have.”
Darktron, in it's massive armored form rises out of the pool of lava, molten rock dripping off it's armor.
“Well,” Keith says, “Quiznak.”
***
“So…you think they have a chance?”
Skriel asks the question from within the Paladin Crusher 2.0, defending from a team of robeasts’ relentless strikes. Matt is dealing with the same from Luca’s robeast. The two mechas fight back to back, surrounded as they are.
“A chance? Sure, there’s always a chance.” Matt replies, using the Atlas’ armblade to block one of Luca’s strikes. The swing is deflected but the glowing blade still lands a glancing blow on the Atlas’ armor.
“Yes, but what precisely would you put the odds at?”
“Dunno, maybe like thirty percent?”
“THIRTY PERCENT!?”
Matt smirks as Luca drives forward to press the attack. She knocks aside the armblade and thrusts for the gut of the Atlas. She isn’t prepared for the second blade that slides out of the Atlas’s other arm. The bladed spear is turned away and before Luca can pull back she receives a glancing blow on her robeast’s arm. A match for the one she left on the Atlas.
“Yep. About thirty percent. But I’ll tell you what, if it was only one percent, or even one tenth of a percent, I’d still bet on my sister and her friends. Because they’ve been beating long odds ever since they stepped in those lions. None of us would be here right now if that wasn’t true.”
“Well, I guess I can agree with that, human.”
The Paladin Crusher catches one robeasts’ blades along the haft of it's axe, but is driven backwards by it's twin, bumping against the back of the Atlas.
“You need a hand there?” Matt asks.
“We most certainly do not!” Skriel declares. “I think it's time to show these whelps what the Crusher 2.0 can really do! Mutava?”
“Yes, this battle is getting a little too close for my tastes.” The other galra replies, throwing a lever from within his cockpit.
The Paladin Crusher’s head splits open, a large barrel poking out from within. It fires, violet beam melting through the head of one robeast. Armor breached, the pilot is thrown free of the broken mecha. The second robeast pulls back, spinning it's spear to deflect the head-beam’s second shot.
“Ublok!”
“I’ve got him.” The large galra grunts, throwing a lever of his own.
The Paladin Crusher raises an arm and it's fist fires off the arm, propelled by a jet of purple flame. The robeast keeps it's spinning spear up to block the projectile, but the fist diverts downward, slipping under the makeshift shield, then tilts back up to smash the robeast in the chest. The robeast is flung backwards but the fist isn’t done. It grabs a hold of the robeast’s head and rockets in reverse, jerking it back towards the waiting axe of the Paladin Crusher. The robeast is sliced clean in half, systems going dead as the pilot rockets free.
“Ohoho! That’s what you get for trying to challenge Skriel the Great and his Mighty Lackies!”
“Mighty Lackies?” Erva says with disdain.
“Yes, feel free to be honored by the title.”
“You little...oh forget it.” She sighs.
“I’m glad you’re having so much fun over there, but do you mind giving us a hand?” Matt asks, trying to defend not just from Luca, but two other robeasts flanking her. And more are on their way to the skirmish.
“Certainly! It's time to show just how superior the Paladin Crusher is to your silly earth machine!
“...Huhuhu. Paladin Crusher you say?”
The four galra warlords freeze at the sound of the new voice over the comms.
“...a bit gaudy, but that always was your style, Skriel.”
“That voice…” Skriel says.
Across from them the galra formations split, opening a rift in their previously tight lines. Through that rift comes a massive galra ship that dwarfs those around it. Its armor is pitch black, broken only by thin lines of glowing purple running up and down it's length.
“Human, I’m afraid you’re going to have to deal with these robeasts on your own.” Skriel says in a low voice. He and Erva throw their levers, axe splitting into two hatchets.
“What? Why?”
“That ship headed towards us is commanded by Ru’vak the Unbroken.”
“Who the heck is that!?”
“He is considered one of, if not the greatest Galra Commander in the entire Empire. His title comes from the fact that in his entire career, he has never once lost a battle.”
“How come I’ve never heard of him?”
“He was sent into exile before The Voltron Coalition’s war with the Empire began. No official reason was ever given for his reassignment. However, the rumor was that Zarkon grew...uncomfortable with how respected Ru’vak was in the fleet.”
“An unfounded worry,” The voice, Ru’vak, says. “I am and always have been loyal to the Empire. Unlike you scum. Honestly, I thought I taught the four of you better.”
Skriel sighs. “He’s also the man that trained us…”
The ship begins to glow and split apart.
“Oh.” Matt says.
Metal plates separate, revealing joints and limbs. It all pulls apart and comes back together in a bulky humanoid in shape, and even larger than the Paladin Crusher. In one hand it holds a large round shield with a serrated edge. In its other, a great hammer. The pitch black armor creates the visual effect of there being a silhouetted emptiness in the space before them. The only source of light on it is a single blazing violet eye at the center of its head.
“This is Ru’vak, tell the reserves to jump in now behind the invading forces. We have the other mecha-class vehicles engaged, their forces should not be able to avoid being encircled.”
The dark armored mecha spins its hammer in one hand.
“Now, let us see how your Paladin Crusher fares against my World Bane.”
***
Coran watches the enemy’s reserve force jump in behind the Coalition ships. In seconds the enemy galra ships spread out, locking in the Coalition back line. Enemies in front, enemies behind. Nowhere to run.
“We’re between a hammer and an anvil!” Ryner cries over the radio.
“Not if we’ve got anything to say about it!” Coran declares.
He turns to Romelle, a slight grin on his face.
“Arm the Castle’s primary weapon. It seems the battle has come to us.”
She nods quickly before letting her fingers fly across the console in front of her.
“Weapons ready!” She says as a cloud of galra fighters begin their assault on the Coalition ships.
“Well then let’s see how those dastardly galra like a mouthful of this!” Coran shouts, slamming his fist into the console. Energy crackles throughout the ship, surging to its zenith at the tip of the castle’s primary tower.
A beam of pure energy tears across space, ripping a line through the cloud of fighters. Explosions in the form of bright orange orbs appear anywhere the beam meets an enemy ship.
“Multiple direct hits! Enemy fighters scattering!” Romelle reports.
“Excellent! Now let’s see about engaging those cruisers!” He turns to Vatta who mans another console. “Prime the barrier.”
Vatta nodded, doing as he says.
Coran sends the Castle forward, another beam firing. It takes a galra cruiser in the side, cracking the armoran eliciting an explosion, but not a fatal one. The cruiser, along with several of it's companions turn and fire back at the Castle.
A series of violet beams slam into the Castle’s particle barrier. The Castle shakes but remains unharmed.
“Status?” Coran asks.
“Barrier holding, but I’d avoid getting shot more than necessary.” Vatta reports.
“This is a battlefield.”Coran says, narrowing his eyes. “That may not be possible.”
“We’ll just have to destroy them first, then.” Romelle remarks.
“I like the way you think, lass! Let’s give them a little more to chew on!”
Coran slams his fist into the console again.
***
Admiral Sanda cruises through the battlefield in her fighter, flanked by her wingmates. They dip and dodge through a sea of enemy fighters, tearing a burning swath through their number.
They move towards one of the enemy cruisers. A team of fighters break off, engaging them.
“Crab formation.” Sanda says, driving forward to bait the enemy fighters before pulling back, to let her wingmates pull around to catch the fighters in a pincer attack. They blast the enemy fighters to smithereens.
“Now let’s bomb the crap out of them.”
They fly over the top of the cruiser, releasing bombs. The magnetically charged capsule lock onto the surface of the cruiser, before detonating their payloads. The fighters drop an explosive trail across the top of the cruiser, weakening it's exterior armor.
A Coalition galra cruiser fires it's ion cannon, finishing off the cruiser in a massive explosion.
“Alright! Sanda says, voice almost nearly a cheer. “Let take on the next-”
She is cut off, when she and her wingmates are caught in a stray enemy ion blast. One of her wings is clipped, one engine showing warning signs of being damaged.
She goes into an uncontrolled spin. Despite this, rather than panic, Sandra cringes.
“This is gonna be a bumpy landing…”
***
A beam of energy erupts from each of the Armored Darktron’s hands. One smashes into Voltron, the other, Sincline. Both mechas are flung backwards, plummeting down to the planet below. Bright orange plasma envelops them as they burn through the planet’s atmosphere.
Darktron chases after their falling forms, tearing a violet trail through space. It rips it's sword into existence mid-descent. Still in the upper-atmosphere, Darktron swings it's massive blade.
The shield Voltron throws up may as well not exist. Both halves go flying and the energy from Darktron’s blade slashes against Voltron’s armor. The Paladins scream, threatening to break back to five lions. They hold together. Barely.
While Voltron is hurled back to plummet back even faster by the blow, Darktron turns on the other mecha. Sincline crosses both swords to block Darktron’s swing. There is a crackle of blinding light when the blades meet.
Sincline is sent spinning, one sword cracked and leaking quintessence.
The Paladins and Lotor tremble under tremendous G-forces as the surface races up to meet them. They all make one last effort to pull up their machines before striking the rocky surface.
Darktron swings again. It doesn’t matter that the mecha is a mile higher in the air than that others. The energy from its blade carries, swinging down in a bright arc to slam into the backs of Voltron and Sincline. They smash into the surface at full-force, sending massive cracks across the stone.
A moment later, Darktron hits the ground in a crouch, shattering the ground even further. Multiple sun hangs in the sky above, varied in color, casting harsh and uneven light on the scene. Voltron and Sincline both try to rise. Both fail.
“...there is an old galra tale, about a soldier who wanted to be emperor.” Zarkon begins, “His dream brought him strength in battle. Soon the Soldier was the most famous warrior in the Empire. Finally the Emperor bestowed upon him the title ‘High Commander of Legions.” A position in the Empire second only to the emperor. But the Soldier was not content. He could not live with being the second greatest. So he challenged the Emperor to a duel for his position. The Emperor accepted. Their battle lasted all day, from sunrise to sunset. Finally, one fell and one remained. The Emperor had prevailed. As he lay there bleeding out, the Soldier asked how, how after rising to the greatest of soldiers, could he still have lost? The Emperor replied, ‘the greatest of soldiers, is still a soldier. The least emperor, still an emperor. Your blade was just a sword. But mine, was the blade of an empire. Soldiers simply die. But emperors live on forever in their empires.’ You see Paladins, you have grown strong. But your strength has reached its ceiling. And all you can do now, is look up.”
Keith lets out a cough. “N-nice...story. I bet emperors love telling it. Makes ‘em feel safe. I’ve got one for you too: At the end of the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box.”
“Perhaps. Kings and pawns, emperors and soldiers all end up in the ground once they die. Except that I have no plans to die. Not now, not ever. When I’m done with you, I will finish what I began so long ago and remake this universe as it should be. I will ascend beyond any other being before me. And there be nothing, no kingdom or empire and no memory for you to live on through. That children, is what you earn for your struggle.”
“This fight...isn’t over...yet!” Keith declares.
The five paladins strain, forcing the prone Voltron up onto all fours. Then, with a great effort, it shakily rises to two feet.
“Defiant to the end?”
“Sure am.”
“Admirable, if useless. If you’re so eager to see your comrade, that former Paladin...then I’ll send you on your way.”
Keith’s eyes burn, melting away the pain an exhaustion of a moment before. Not just his, but all the paladin’s eye blaze with anger.
“Lotor...you still alive?” Keith asks.
“...unfortunately.” His reply comes a moment later.
“Good. Because we’re about to kill Zarkon, and I didn’t want you to miss that.”
“Not not if I do first…”
And with that Sincline is suddenly back to its feet. Darktron turns back and forth between the two mechas. Zarkon lets out a chuckle.
“Paladins…” Keith says, taking in a breath. “...use everything!”
Pidge’s arm-cannon materializes and fires. Darktron raises it's sword blocking the blue beam on its edge. Voltron jets forward, Lance activating the sword. Darktron swings its own sword, energy from the blade leaping out in an arc. Keith drives Voltron low, narrowly dodging the slash of energy. The blade of energy continues past to slice off the top of a mountain in the distance, causing an avalanche. Hunk’s shoulder cannon appears. Darkton raises it's shield to block. Allura slams her bayard into place a moment later. They shift the aim of the cannon down at Darktron’s feet and fire. A blast of icy energy erupts from the cannon, freezing Darktron’s legs to the ground.
On the other side, Sincline lets loose with it's chest beam. Darktron swings it's shield around to block the blast. Voltron seizes on the opportunity, driving forward with it's sword. Before the sword swings, Pidge Hunk and Allura slam their bayards into place, expanding the sword into its greatsword configuration. The Paladins let out a collective battle cry as they swing.
Darktron deflects with a casual flick of it's sword.
“Pathetic.” Zarkon says.
Voltron tears the sword apart into its dual blades, Lance and Pidge swinging in tandem. Darktron easily turns both blades aside.
“Useless.” Paladin Lotor chimes in.
Keith slams his bayard into place, and both swords burst into flame. Darktron swings at the same time as they do. They catch the much larger sword between their two blazing ones. The ground beneath Voltron shatters from the impact. But for a moment they resist being forced back.
Sincline drives forward, spinning with both blades outstretched. The blades rattle harmlessly against Darktron’s shield, but the mecha’s bladed tail slips around the guard making for Darktron’s head.
“Thoughtless.” Honerva remarks.
Daktron twists, wrenching Voltron’s blades to the side, then slamming it's shield into the mecha as it brings its blade around to deflect Sincline’s tail.
The impact of the shield sends Voltron crashing back to the ground. Sincline snarls and unleashes a flurry of swings at the larger mecha.
Darktron releases the shield, as if completely unconcerned. It deflects blow after blow, easily keeping up with Sincline despite the blinding speed. No matter how close the blade comes to hitting home, it is always turned away.
Voltron surges back to its feet, and Allura summons the harpoon gun.
“I don’t think they seem to understand...” Sendak says as Darktron’s feet rip free of the ice.
Allura fires. Sincline swings at the same time, seeing an apparent opening.
Darktron releases its sword and catches the harpoon with one hand, and the blade of Sincline’s sword with the other. Sincline struggles to drive the blade forward but it doesn’t budge an inch. Allura is likewise unable to reel in the harpoon.
“...even working together, you will never defeat my Voltron in this form.” Zarkon says.
And with that the hand holding Sincline’s blade clenches down hard. The already cracked blade shatters into purple shards. Sincline stumbles back, Lotor in its cockpit, shocked.
Allura, Hunk, Pidge and Lance are equally taken aback.
Only Keith manages to remain focused. He slams his bayard into place, causing Voltron’s tether and the harpoon at its end to burst into flame. The flame licks up Darktron’s arm, briefly stunning the mecha’s occupants. That fraction of a moment is all they need. Allura reels in the tether, but rather than draw Darktron towards them, she uses it to fling Voltron at it. A moment before they collide with the other mecha Keith yells out an order:
“Hunk, Cannon!”
The shoulder-cannon appears, inches from Darktron’s face. It fires point-blank.
The entire upper-half of Darktron is engulfed in the monumental burst of energy. The light from the pure quintessence meeting Darktron’s armor momentarily blinds all present.
Darktron is forced back a step.
Hunk’s cannon burns until it is completely dry. Finally, spent, Voltron stumbles back, hardly remaining upright.
Waves of heat radiate off of Darktron. For a moment it, and everything else on the battlefield is still.
“...a nice try.” Zarktron’s voice says, to the disappointment of all paladins.
Darktron surges forward, snatching Voltron by the neck and slamming it into the fractured ground.
“But that wasn’t really a cannon!” Zarkon snarls.
Sendak slams his bayard into place. A cannon nearly as big as Voltron appears on its shoulder.
“This is a cannon!”
“P-pidge!” Keith managed to get out.
Pidge manages to pull the shield in between the two mechas.
The Armored Darktron’s cannon erupts.
The blast of energy that follows is so bright it can be seen by the warring ships out in space. Voltron is blasted straight through the middle of the planet. Through the crust into the burning mantle below. It rips through the core like a stone dropped into the sea. Finally, Voltron is blasted out the other side of the planet, into space beyond. There it shatters into five lions. Each of them, limp and powerless.
Back on the planet, Darktron hovers in the air as the cannon is dismissed. Below the mecha, is a hole wider than a galra cruiser and as deep as the planet itself.
Zarkon lets out a satisfied chuckle.
Sincline launches itself at Darktron’s back, ferocious as a wild animal.
Darktron backhands the other mecha so hard it flies into orbit. Zarkon watchesas its form disappears into space.
“My love, I must tell you, we are nearing our limit in this form. The cannon does use up quite a lot” Honerva informs, “We have perhaps two dobashes, even with no more major expenditures of energy.”
“That is fine. This battle is over.”
Darktron takes to the sky.
***
Bolts of energy fall across the star-filed like drops of rain. Ships belonging to the Coalition and Dark Paladins alike burn and die. The Castle of Lions takes the brunt of many of these blasts, having earned the attention of a half-a-dozen galra cruisers.
“Particle barrier down to twenty-percent!” Vatta reports.
Fighters swarm the Castle, chipping away further at the barrier.
“We should pull back!” Romelle says.
“To where?” Coran replies. “If this backline falls the Coalition formation collapses!”
“Fifteen percent!” Vatta updates.
Coran slams his fist into the console. Another beam flies free, another enemy cruiser destroyed in a ball of plasma. Two more take its place.
“Ten percent!”
Coran scans the battlefield. Their allies are held back too far to offer support. The Castle is the primary force staving off the enemy ships attacking their backline. They show no sign of letting up on their assault of the Castle. Coran takes in a breath.
“Five percent!”
Coran sets his jaw, fingers flying across the keyboard of his console. “Attention all alteans onboard!” He yells through the intercom, as periodic small palm-sized pads appear near alteans all over the Castle. “I call upon you in this time of great need! If you wish to contribute to this battle in your own way! If you wish to help fight to free your enslaved brethren! Place a hand on one of these panels and lend us your strength!”
Across the ship alteans look at the pads, dubious. One does not hesitate even for a moment. Romelle slams her palm down immediately. She nods to Coran with a determined look. He smiles and nods back. One by one, the other alteans start placing their palms down. Finally, Coran places his own palm down. A green button pops up on his console.
“Let’s hope you’re the genius you always claimed to be grandpapi!”
“We’re down to one-percent!” Vatta reports, shortly after placing her own palm down.
“I do love dramatic timing!” Coran declares, slamming a hand down on the button.
The Castle is immediately wreathed in a blinding white light. There is a lull in the fire from the galra ships, uncertain of this new development. Seams appear in the Castle’s armor. It begins to split apart and reform. It's four exterior towers rearrange, and break at the formation of new joints. They become legs, ending in clawed feet. Meanwhile the main tower reforms into a torso. Finally a feline head bursts out of the front of the body, while a spiked tail stretches out from the back.
The White Lion lets out a mighty roar.
“Transformation stabilized!” Romelle reports.
“This is Dramor in the engine-room. Our output is up three-hundred percent!”
“It worked...” Coran says, looking near on the verge of tears. “My grandfather’s design worked! The White Lion lives!”
The enemy ships, recovering from their shock, resume fire. But Coran drives the White Lion into motion, dipping and dodging around the blasts. It opens its mouth and unleashes a blast of blue-white energy that rips a hole clean through one of the galra cruisers. It explodes in a ball of orange flame.
A holographic display of weapons appear above Coran’s console. “Let’s try this one…”
A long bladed knife appears in the jaws of the Lion. It bursts forward, cleaving through the side of another pair of cruisers. Armor ruptured, the cruisers collapse in on themselves before exploding into shards of space-junk.
“Now then...who’s next!?”
***
The Atlas trades blows with Luca’s robeast. They clash back and forth before she pulls back and two of her allies trade in. The pair swing their weapons in unison, assaulting the Atlas’ twin-bladed guard, forcing it back. The moment the Atlas pulls back for a counterattack swing, they disengage and Luca dives in to slam a spear into the Atlas’ chest. Immediately it begins its energy drain of the Atlas’ power.
Another squad of robeasts move towards the group, but they are waved off by Luca.
“We have this one. Go help restore the Array, that is the priority.”
“Yes ma’am!”
They race off into the distance, where the Array of rings is quickly being repaired by the remaining robeasts.
Luca continues to drain the Atlas.
“Stealing our energy, how rude.” Matt says, fingers flying across a projected keypad over the wrist of his control fixture. Alarms blaze across the Atlas’ screens but he ignores them.
“Sir-” An officer starts to say.
“Yeah, I’m aware we’re getting our power sucked dry! Isolate the location of the breach and cut it off from our core!”
“Yes sir!”
The officers work furiously. The spear’s drain cuts out a moment later. Luca scoffs. “You think that’ll stop me!?”
She splits off the other side of the spear and thrusts it for the Attlas’ head.
“Nah,” Matt smirks, “Just delaying you long enough to get a leg up!”
With that Matt kicks Luca’s robeast in the chest letting it's boosters erupt. The two mechas are hurled in opposite directions from the burst of propulsive energy.
The Atlas rights itself, just as the other two robeasts swoop in. They trade turns battering the Atlas with strikes, slipping several sparking cuts past it's guard. Matt is unconcerned at the damage chipping away at their armor.
“Has that predictive algorithm finished algorithm finished figuring these guys out?”
“Yes sir!”
“Then let’s start kicking the crap out of them.”
Atlas catches the next spear-thrust by the haft, shocking the pilot. Matt heaves, swinging the robeast into it's companion. He then ejects one of the Atlas’ arm blades to sink through one robeast and out the back of the other. Both beasts explode, flinging out pods.
Letting out a battle-cry, Luca takes her spear in both hands and swings for the Atlas' head. But with the attack clearly telegraphed by the Atlas’ display, Matt easily dodges the swing. He dodges the next one, and the one after that.
“How!?” Luca exclaims.
“With a bit of math.” Matt says, dodging another swing before, snatching hold of Luca’s spear. He twists the weapon, wrenching it free of the robeast’s grip.
The Atlas levels its arm-blade at the robeast’s chest.
“With logic and odds, I can predict any move you’re gonna make. You’re done.”
The shoulders of the robeast slump. Matt sighs.
“Don’t feel too bad. We’re really just trying to help-”
Luca’s robeast suddenly burst forward, letting the Atlas’ blade sink into its side.
“And what if I just take the hit!?”
The blade crackles in the robeast’s side, narrowly missing the core. She is still able to lock the Atlas into a powerful embrace, holding its arms down.
“Your systems are compromised!” Matt says.
“Doesn’t matter.” She shoots back.
The robeast’s chest begins to glow, gathering energy for a blast. Matt can’t help but grin.
“This girl...has got spunk! You remind me just a little bit of my sister when she’s being stubborn. So while I’m not gonna hold back...I will feel a little bad about this!”
He swings the Atlas’ head down to smash into the robeast’s. The blow jars Luca in her cockpit, and the embrace loosens. The Altas throws both arms up, breaking the grip entirely, then takes the stolen spear in a two handed grip and swings.
The blow cracks the robeast’s already breached armor, flinging it backward with bleeding quintessence leaking out in its wake. He raises a gauntlet to fire a finishing blast, one that Luca doesn’t seem capable of dodging.
Before he can let loose, something slams into the back of the Atlas, sending it spinning forward.
“What th-
A battered Paladin Crusher hangs in space, lights quite a bit dimmer than before.
“S...so strong.” Ublok says.
“And fast.” Mutava adds.
Matt swallows as a worried clamor rises on the Atla’s bridge.
The World Bane approaches at a leisurely pace.
“Oh, I do hope I didn’t break that toy already.” Commander Ru’vak rumbles. “I was just beginning to have some fun. But look, here comes another…”
Matt narrows his eyes, twirling his claimed spear.
“Take your best shot, old-timer. This thing isn’t held together by hopes and dreams like the galra’s finest over here.”
“Hey!” Skriel objects.
“And I’d say the odds are on our side. I should know. I’m pretty good at math.”
“Very well, youngster! Show me you best! Make my blood boil with the glory of battle!” Ru’vak says with glee, driving the World Bane forward, shield-first.
The Atlas swings the spear, but it scrapes harmlessly against the shield. The World Bane replies by swinging its hammer in an overhead arc. Matt barely dodges out of the way. As the Atlas pulls back, the World Bane twists, swinging its bladed shield. Matt managed to block with the haft of the spear, rotating blade of the shield sending out sparks and shoving the Atlas backwards.
The World Bane drives forward again, swinging the hammer once more. But this time as the Atlas starts to pull back a jet of energy erupts from the back of the hammer, accelerating its arc to a blinding speed. It smashes down against Atlas's head, cracking the armor.
The bridge is shaken from the blow. Still Matt drives the Atlas into motion, barely dodging another swing of the bladed shield.
“Please tell me we’ve got a read on that thing!” Matt yells.
“Yes sir, I believe we do!”
“Then throw it up.”
Immediately a predictive outline of the World Bane’s future attacks appears.
“Okay…”
The Atlas dodges another rocket-hammer swing, then blocks a shield blow. The World Bane pulls back. The Atlas makes an attack for its head, causing the World Band to raise its shield, but it's a feint, instead jamming the spear low under the shield’s guard.
The spear’s blade rakes against the World Bane’s armor, shoving it back slightly.
“Impressive.” Ru’vak says.
Matt grins, moving forward, already dodging a blow that hasn’t even been swung yet. A fist buries itself in the Atlas’ face. The mechas sails back, Matt shocked.
“Zepta Fo.” Ru’vak says. The World Bane’s fist is outstretched, shield having retracted.
He drives forward, sinking a knee in the Atlas’ gut. Then takes the hammer in both hands, and swings it down onto the Atlas’ back.
“He’s switched tactics, adjusting!”
The Atlas readies itself itself for another attack, predictive outline appearing again. But rather than lead with a fist as it would suggest, The World Bane goes low, swings and let’s go of its hammer,
“Reyna Sin.” Ru’vak says as the rocket drives the hammer forward to smash into the Atlas’ chest. The Atlas is flung backwards, clipping a Coalition ship. The hammer rockets back into the World Bane’s waiting hand.
“Do you think a commander as experienced as I know only one style of fighting?”
He swings the hammer into an underhanded grip while pulling the shield back out.
“Vintas mor. Still like your odds, youngster?”
“Liking them less…”
***
The five lions of Voltron hang in space, battle raging around them. The paladins are as limp as their lions, not one of them conscious. A nearby explosion pelts the Black Lion with debris, shaking it.
Keith begins to stir. His eyes flicker open and he winces with pain. With an effort he manages to sit up.
“...is everyone alright?”
There is a pause.
“I don’t think I've ever been less alright in my whole life.” Lance says, “But I am alive.”
Keith cracks a pained smile at that. “Allura, Hunk, Pidge?”
“N-not dead yet.” Allura stammers.
Hunk lets out a groan. “...did you have to wake me up?”
“Pidge here...for the good that is.”
Keith tries the throttles of his lion. No response.
“Can anyone move their lions?”
He’s met with a chorus of refusals. Keith sighs, but nods as if expecting this.
“Level with us...this fight is over isn’t it?” Lance asks.
Keith hesitates before replying.
“It does look bad…”
The other paladins get sullen looks.
“...but I’m not giving up yet. We can’t give up yet. If we do...well then there really is no chance. Our friends are still fighting. We’ve just got to hope they’ll last long enough for us to get our lions back online.”
“So we can get curb-stomped by Darktron again?”
“So we can find a way to win.”
None of the other paladins say anything but they do straighten in their seats and grip their throttles a little tighter.
“Alright, anyone got any ideas?”
Everyone is silent for a moment.
“If...if that armored form is so powerful, why don’t they always use that right from the beginning?” Hunk asks.
“Pride?” Keith suggests. “Zarkon wanted to beat us on skill alone?”
“Zarkon is proud but he’s not stupid.” Allura points out, “He wouldn’t put his entire plan at risk simply to satisfy his desire for an even battle.”
“Then...maybe there’s a limit to it?” Lance says cautiously.
“That...might actually make sense.” Pidge says with realization. “Think about it. Voltron, our Voltron can only use so much energy at a time. Look at us right now. It took every drop on quintessence we had just to survive that blast and we only just barely did that.”
“If there is a limit...then what do we do? Just wait for it to run out?” Keith asks.
“All we really can do. That and hope they don’t kill us in the meantime.”
“That...may be too much to hope for.” Hunk says, “Look.”
Darktron rises up from the planet’s atmosphere. It heads towards the lions, in no particular rush. For the first time, Keith looks defeated.
Darktron draws its sword.
“I’ll make it quick. I believe you’ve earned that much.” Zarkon says.
Darktron raises its blade.
Keith frantically tugs on his throttles. No response.
“And just who said I was done with you!?” Lotor yells from within Sincline.
His mecha tears across the starfield, brandishing the remaining sword in both hands.
Darktron doesn’t even turn too look, casually swinging its blade to the side, deflecting Sincline’s strike. He swings again, Darktron deflects once more, then punches Sincline hard enough to send him crashing into the side of a Coalition cruiser. Another slash of energy from Darktron’s blade and the cruiser explodes around him. Keith winces at the loss of life.
Panting, Lotor, drives Sincline after Darktron again. It's a futile gesture, each strike easily blocked.
“He’s going to die…” Allura realizes.
“We’ll have to hope that Darktron uses up too much energy to keep up the armor.”
“He won’t last that long.”
As if to prove the point, Dark kicks Sincline into an asteroid, shattering it.
“He...probably won't.” Keith admits.
“If he had some kind of edge…”
“What about all that teleporting he did to rough us up back when we fought?” Lance asks.
“No, that’s far too dangerous. It compromised the space-time barrier last time.”
“Actually…” Pidge says, fingers flying across a keyboard. “That was more about the way he did it, than what he did.”
“You think…”
“If I’ve got this right then...”
She keeps typing for a few more moments, then sends a file.
Inside the Sincline cockpit, a mathematical equation appears on the side of his screen.
“Lotor!” Pidge says. “If you control your energy output, I think you could safely slide back and forth to the unlimited quintessence field.”
His eyes widen at the mention of the field. His facial muscles twitch with horror.
“It might be the only way to-”
“No!” He snarls, dismissing the equation to drive his mecha after Darktron again. “I’ll never step foot in that place again! Never!”
He unleashes a series of powerful blows, one after the other aimed at Darktron’s head. The swings are batted away as if they’d come from a child.
“Really, I’m not sure I can believe you’re really me from this reality.” The Lotor inside Darktron mocks. He knocks aside Sincline’s blade and swings Darktron’s sword at the other mecha’s chest. The blade carves a deep gash in Sincline’s armor. Undeterred, Sincline drives forward to swing again.
“I consider myself a smart man. So how can you be so stupid as to join the side of this war doomed to fail? What possessed you to make such an idiotic choice?”
“At least I made a choice! Instead of bending to Zarkon’s will yet again!”
The response catches the Paladin Lotor off-guard enough that Sincline nearly lands a blow on Darktron’s head. Paladin Lotor blocks the thrust by the narrowest of margins. Honerva then blasts Sincline in the chest, hurling him backwards. His ragged breaths can be heard over the comm.
Allura watches with a pained expression, as Lotor drives Sincline into motion one more time. Her knuckles are white on the throttles.
“We can’t just sit here!”
“This is Keith, do we have anyone available to assist?” Keith says over the comm.
“A bit tied up at the moment…” Matt says with a strained voice.
“We are much the same, I’m afraid!” Skriel reports.
“On our way!” Coran reports, “We’re almost done mopping up this backline!”
“They won’t get here in time…” Allura says, almost to herself. “...if Lotor falls here, we really do lose.”
Her expression hardens. She draws in a breath. She begins to glow with a light blue hue. Her hands crackle as energy drains from her into her lion. A flicker of light races across her console.
Sincline, cracked armor, one sword remaining charges at Darktron again.
“We’re about to lose this form.” Honerva reports.
“Then let’s take care of one last thing before we do…” Zarkon says.
Darktron raises it's sword, the blade burning with violet flame. Still, Sincline charges, sword held before him.
“Come on...come on…” Zarkron says with anticipation as the other mecha grows closer. Darktron swings blade fall down at Sincline one last time.
The Blue Lion’s sonar cannon fires. Assaulted by the vibration of energy, Darktron's swing is thrown off ever so slightly. It misses Sincline, blade throwing an arc of energy that destroys several galra ships in the distance. Sincline uses the opening to thrust for Darktron’s face. Zarkon throws the mecha into motion, twisting it to avoid the blade. A grazing blow slides against Darktron’s cheek.
Furious, Zarktron drives Darktron forward and Sincline is flung backwards by a punch to the chest. Whirling on the Blue Lion, Zarkon shouts:
“Raimon! Spear her!”
Allura tries to move her lion, but what little energy it’d regained had been spent by the cannon.
Raimon slams his bayard into place and the harpoon gun appears on Darktron’s shoulder. He moves to fire, but something stops him.
He stares at the Blue Lion, as if really seeing it for the first time. An image of Allura appears in his mind. He shakes his head, as if trying to dismiss the thought.
My father...King Alfor would always fight to the bitter end to stop men like Zarkon!
He shudders at the memory of the voice, putting a hand to the side of his helmet. A series of flashes: Altean burning. Zarkon standing over Alfor. Allura’s body in space.
You belong to Zarkon! A voice screams in his head.
He fires but at the last minute shifts the aim. The harpoon goes well off course, missing The Blue Lion entirely.
“You missed!?” Zarkon says, incredulous. “Why you useless little-”
“Zarkon!” Honverva suddenly says.
He turns, a fraction of a moment too late to see Sincline swing. It's blade tears a horizontal line across Darktron’s body.
The outer armor shatters, breaking into shards of violet light before disappearing. Darktron’s smaller unarmored form beneath is blown backwards.
Everyone, the paladins, the dark paladins, even Lotor who struck the blow are completely taken aback by what just happened.
Then a manic smile crossed Sincline Lotor’s lips.
He starts swinging.
The Dark Paladins are still too stunned to block Sincline���s first swing. The blades flashes, scoring a violet scar across Darktron’s chestpiece. Darktron’s sword rises just barely in time to block the second swing. Sincline follows the swing up with a punch to Darktron’s face, sending the other mecha reeling.
The Paladins for Voltron watch with astonishment.
“He...he might actually do it.” Allura says, eyes glued to Sincline’s assault.
“I’m not so sure…” Keith replies, expression uncertain.
Darktron shrugs off a kick from Sincline and drives it's blade forward, arcing for the other mecha’s head. Sincline blocks, but is still driven backwards. Darktron tries to press its advantages but Sincline wedges one arm under the blade into Darktron’s gut and lets loose with an energy blast from it's forearm.
Darktron is rocked backwards and Sincline manages to land a glancing blow on Darktron’s shoulder.
“What’s wrong!?” Lotor tauts from within Sincline. “Nothing to say now!? You were so confident earlier, what happened? Not so scary once I tore that armor off you are you!?”
Taking his sword in both hands, he hammers his blade down against Darktron’s shield, driving the other mecha back with each blow.
In spite of this, Zarkon’s face is unpaniced.
“Raimon,” he says, “I trust you...momentary lapse was just that?”
The other dark paladin hesitates before replying.
“Raimon.” Zarkon says more forcefully. “Who is your master?”
“You, Zarkon.” He replies immediately
“Hm. When I tell you to use the harpoon you damn-well better hit the target this time.”
“...yes...my lord.”
“Now…”
Sincline’s assault on Darktron’s shield has not lessened. In fact it's only increased, attacks growing in speed and ferocity. His unhinged laughter can be heard over the comms. Each blow drives the shield and Darktron back.
And so he’s somewhat caught off-guard when Darktron drops the shield entirely. The mecha twists to the side, Sincline’s blade narrowly missing it's head. Darktron drives a fist into Sincline’s chest as it goes past. Sincline reeling, Darktron moves in, thrusts it's sword for Sincline’s head. He deflects and moves to retreat back and gain some breathing room.
“Raimon!”
The harpoon gun appears on Darktron’s shoulder and fires. It's harpoon sticks into Sincline’s chest and reels him in. He throws a haphazard swing as he’s drawn close but Darktron’s own blade knocks it aside. The two mechas smash together, spinning through space.
“I think you’ve miscalculated Zarkron!” Sincline Lotor spits. “From this distance, I can’t miss!”
With that declaration energy begins to build in Sincline’s chest.
“I have made…”
Darktron’s green arm reaches out to the side as Honerva slams her bayard into place.
“...no miscalculation.”
A dagger with a blade as dark as space itself appears in Darktron’s hand. It's driven point-first into Sincline’s gut.
“You’ll have to do more than that to bring down my…”
The energy gathering around Sincline’s chest fades. A new glow appears. Where the dagger stabs into the mecha’s armor, violet quintessence bleeds out, all sucked up by the blade.
Alarms pop up all over the screens in Sincline’s cockpit. Lotor’s eyes widen with panic.
“What did you think we based the robeasts spears on?” Honerva states.
Sincline struggles to break free of the fatal embrace, driving a fist over and over into Darktron’s face. It fails to disengage the two. Each blow from Sincline lands a bit weaker than the last one.
The Paladins watch the life bleed away for Sincline.
It is then that the White Lion rockets towards the scene.
“Paladins!” Coran says. “We’re here to assist!”
“Coran! The White Lion!”
“Yes Princess! It worked! Now let’s see what we can do about those drained lions!”
“No wait, do not endanger yourselves!”
“With respect Princess, it's time for us to do our part in this fight.”
She hesitates. “...very well.”
“Now then...initiate energy transfer!”
The White Lion opens its mouth and five tendrils of white energy shoot out to embrace the Lions of Voltron.
“Hold tight, Paladins. This might take a tick.”
They continue to watch the battle before them.
Darktron’s jets fire, pushing both mechas through space. Lotor watches Sincline’s energy-levels dwindle. They speed towards an asteroid behind Sincline. Making one last struggle, Sincline manages to pull his sword between the two of them and slice the tether holding them together. Then he kicks Darktron back, finally breaking the dagger’s vampiric connection.
Sincline hits the asteroid in a crouch, surface cracking underfoot. A quick consultation of energy-levels shows Lotor just how truly bad a shape he is in. Darktron hovers just above.
“One last chance.” He says, gritting his teeth, brandishing his mecha’s sword.
Letting out a battle-cry, Lotor drives Sincline into motion, kicking off the asteroid to swing his sword with all the power he has left. The blade is a blur, almost too fast to be seen.
Darktron is faster.
It catches Sincline by the sword-arm mid-swing.
Darktron smashes Sincline back down into the asteroid, shattering its surface. Sincline tries to swing a punch with it's free-arm, but Darktron slams a foot down on that arm as well.
“It seems the Zarkon of this reality never quite managed your discipline properly. Allow me to rectify his mistake.”
Darktron drives the blade down through Sincline’s shoulder. Zarktron slams his bayard into place.
The Sword erupts into violet flames. The join shatters into molten bits, arm breaking free of the body.
Lotor screams in pain as if he’d just lost his own arm. Still, he struggles to break free, Sincline writhing under Darktron’s foot.
Darktron raises its other foot and slams it down into Sincline’s head.
“You…”
The foot slams down again, driving Sincline deeper into the asteroid.
“...are…”
Again. Paladin Lotor winces. Honerva’s face is like a stone.
“...NOTHING!”
At the third hit, Sincline no longer struggles.
Darktron raises its sword.
“If you see your father wherever you’re going, tell him I’m going to take good care of this universe he left behind.”
“Go to hell.” Lotor spits out, barely conscious.
“I think you’ll be getting there first.”
Darktron lets the sword drop.
A blast of blue energy slams into Darktron hurling it off the asteroid. It takes only a moment for the Dark Paladins to right Darktron and turn to see who deprived them of the kill.
Voltron, reformed, hovers across from then, Castle of Lions just behind.
Zarkon sneers. “Is everyone in this reality really so keen on being the first one to die!? Fine. Can we actually finish what we started this time?”
“Sounds good to me.” Keith replies, eyes narrowing.
Both mechas prepare to fly at each other.
“Lord Zarkon!” Luca’s voice suddenly breaks out over the comm.
“What is it!?” Zarkon demands.
“The Array is ready!”
For a moment, all is still.
The paladins of both Voltrons stare at each other, then at the distant Array, beginning to crackle with energy.
Voltron and Darktron booster wings both materialize and erupt with fiery energy as they race towards the Array.
***
Admiral Sanda crawls from the wreckage of her broken fighter, atop an enemy galra cruiser. Her magnetic boots fasten her to the surface of the galra cruiser. In her hands is a Garrison-issue Las-gun. She’s making for the command tower. Long before she can make it a hatch opens and a galra sentinel climbs out. Sanda puts a hole in the first one’s head. It's replaced by another a moment later, gun blasting. She swears and takes cover behind a groove in the cruiser’s armor.
More sentries climb out. A squad of five of them approach, blasting at her cover, keeping her pinned down.
“Dammit.” She sighs. “Always knew I was gonna die in space. Couldn’t have been on a beach, could it? This is what I get for not taking my early retirement package.”
The only reply comes in the form of more energy-blasts raining against her cover. Sanda sighs again. She checks her gun and gets ready to pop back out from cover. The sentries grow closer, stepping past another entry hatch. It opens behind them.
At the same time as Sand leaps out from behind cover, the new figure pounces from the hatch. She blasts a sentinel in the chest. The figure decapitates one from behind. She shoots another in the head. The figure cuts down the final two with a pair of swift delicate cuts.
Sanda lands in a crouch, panting. She studies the figure.
The figure is a galra, clad in traditional military armor. But he holds a mamoran blade.
“You one of our alien spies?” Sand sniffs.
“I am Pavok, a Blade of Marmora. And you, are fortunate to have landed on this ship. We only managed to get agents on a few of them in advance of this attack.”
Sanda scoffs. “I’ll count my lucky stars. Seems to be plenty of them around here.” She gestures to the cluster around them.
“So...what now?”
“I can help you secure a fighter from which to escape...”
“Or?”
“Or, I suppose you could join me in attempting to take the bridge.”
“How’s our odds?”
“Poor. We will likely perish.”
Sanda considered. “Well, I’m already a day away from retirement.”
“Ma’am?”
“Might as well push my luck a little further, eh?”
The Blade smiles. “Very well.”
***
The rings of the Array crackle with energy, filtered through the robeasts and their altean pilots. The altean’s screams are unrelenting over the comms.
Voltron and Darktron rocket towards those rings, past the storm of warring ships around them as two blurs of light. They clash every few moments, blades meeting as they each try to throw the other off course. Neither give an inch.
“Why must you make this so difficult!?” Zarkon demands. “Don’t you get tired of being beaten over and over!?”
“We’re just stubborn like that! Never learn our lesson!” Keith retorts.
They clash again, waves of energy from their blades, blasting apart any fighters unfortunate enough to be nearby.
“For all the good it’ll do you! I am going to remake this universe in my own image!”
“No, you won’t! Because we’re stopping you right here! Allura!”
The harpoon gun appears on Voltron’s shoulder. Darktron is unable to dodge from the close range and is speared. Voltron then stops suddenly, jerking the other mecha back before swinging it into the side of an enemy galra vessel. Votlron lets loose with hand-bladers obliterating the ship around Darktron.
Voltron bursts back into motion, leaving Darktron behind in the debris.
Growling, Zarktron drives Darktron into motion after them.
“Sendak!”
Darktron’s cannon fires, aimed straight for Voltron’s back. Voltron manages to dodge to the side, but is still grazed by the blast, throwing it into an erratic tumble and clipping the side of an asteroid. Darktron uses the opportunity to speed up and backhand Voltron through the center of the asteroid. Darktron takes the lead.
Keith drives Voltron back into maximum speed. But Darktron closes in on the Array.
“Hunk are we in range of those rings?”
“Yeah?”
“Turn ‘em to scrap!”
Hunk’s cannon appears and fires.
“No!” Zarkon refutes, pulling up to summon the greater shield and reflect the blast back at Voltron. Voltron doesn’t slow or dodge, instead taking the energy along the blade of its sword. Voltron swings, but rather than block, Zarkon allows the hit to cut into Darktron’s shoulder-armor. The Dark Paladins feel the pain of Voltron’s blade bringing through their armor. But by taking this hit Darktron is able to gain an opening to summon and stab its dagger into Voltron’s side.
Immediately Darktron begins to drain Voltron of its quintessence.
Pidge dismisses the shield and clamps down on Darktron’s green arm, trying to pry it loose. But Voltron’s fading strength does not allow it to overcome Darktron’s own growing power.
“That is game, little ones.” Zarkron says, triumphantly.
Pidge doesn’t give up on trying to pry the other arm away. The other Paladins throw all their strength into disentangling the other mecha.
“I’ve run the calculations.” Honerva says with a sigh. “You’re out of option.”
Straining, Pidge cracks a pained smile. “I think you forgot to account for one irregular variable.”
“Such as?”
Pidge’s bayard port opens. “Us!”
She releases Darktron’s arm and slams her bayard into place. Voltron’s dagger appears in its hand, stabbing into Darktron’s side.
The two mechas hang there in the space in front of the array, draining and recharging on each other in an unending loop.
“Think you said something about that being game!?” Keith taunts.
Zarkon doesn’t reply at first, straining to pry away from the Voltron. It is just as futile as it was for Voltorn before.
But something catches his eye. He grins with malice.
“...and it is.”
Luca’s robeast slams into the side of Voltron, tearing it off Darktron. Voltron knocks the robeats aside, but a new one behind slices Voltron’s back, throwing it into the strike of yet a third robeast.
“We have them my Lords!” Luca declares as all three unleash blasts on Voltron.
“...excellent.”
Zarkron lets out a satisfied sigh, then turns to the Array, unimpeded.
***
From across the starfield, inside the battered and broken Sincline, Lotor rouses. He spits glowing purple blood from his mouth and sits up. Even that simple action causes him to grimace.
He hits a few keys on his console and the viewport magnifies, showing Darktron and Voltron’s struggle. And he sees Voltron knocked back and forth by the robeasts. Watches as Darktron flies up to the Array and stretches out a hand towards the innermost rings. Energy crackles, ready to drain into Darktron unlimited power.
He tries to force Sincline to rise. The mecha lets out a shudder of grinding metal and manages to get halfway up from rising before falling back down to the asteroid.
Lotor lies back in his seat, looking totally and completely drained.
“So that’s it then…”
He closes his eyes in apparent acceptance.
“...Zarkon wins...”
His brow twitches. He grits his teeth.
Then suddenly, he sits back up, fingers flying across his console. He brings up Pidge’s calculations from earlier. He keys in the algorithm but stops before typing in the last number.
He hesitates, then looks back across the starfield at Darktron about to receive the payload of the rings.
Then drawing in a shuddering breath and wincing in anticipation of pain, Lotor keys in the final digit.
Sincline vanishes in a flash of light.
***
The crackling energy throughout the rings swell.
“Yes…” Zarkon says with glee. “...the field is opening.”
The energy traces down one ring after the other, finally it comes to the last one. A breach in the space above the ring opens, blinding light bleeding out. This flash of pure energy can be seen throughout the entire star cluster, dwarfing even that of the stars themselves.
“Finally! Give it all to me! Unlimited-”
Something flies through the breach. Trailing burning energy behind it, Sincline, blazing with quintessence flies down the middle of the ring and swings its one remaining fist into Darktron.
Force of the blow, supercharged with quintessence, flings the other mecha halfway across the star cluster. The collective forces of both sides seem to pause in their relentless battle, universally gaping at the display.
And then, the Array unleashes its payload. It has only one place to go.
Into Sincline. A storm of pure quintessence funnels into the mecha.
“...yes!” He says, laughing madly. “This absolutely agonizing ecstasy!”
The fractures in its armor armor seal up. It gains a new arm, materialized out of raw energy.
“This wonderful euphoric pain! Just as magnificent and terrible as I remember! No...no that’s not right. More concentrated than before! It magnified! Such blissful torment!”
The Paladins of Voltron watch with horrified awe.
“We’ve got to do something!” Lance says.
“Agreed.” Keith says. “We don’t know what he plans to do with that power, so we’ve got to pull him out of there asap!”
Voltron moves towards Sincline. Before they can even get within arms reach a wave of energy releases from Sincline, blasting Voltron backwards.
“Stay back! This power is mine!”
His face is contorted into anger for a moment, but quickly changes back to awe as he stares off at something seen only to him.
“With this power I could do...anything.”
Sincline glows brighter, more quintessence funneling in.
“I could purge the galaxy of Zarkon’s influence. Undo every dark design he ever made. Change worlds for the better. Change every world for the better...”
“Allura can you pull him out of there with the harpoon!?” Keith asks.
She stares at Sincline, glowing ever brighter.
“Allura?”
She closes her eyes and sighs.
“Let me talk to him.”
“But-”
“-Keith. Do you trust me?”
“...of course I do.”
“Then let me talk to him.”
Keith looks like he wants to argue. He studies the other mecha and chews on his lip. Finally he sits back and nods. “...alright.”
“Thank you.” She smiles gratefully, then opens a private comm channel.
“...Lotor.”
“I could fix it all...it's so simple…”
“Lotor.” She says, more forcefully this time.
He breaks from his reverie. “Allura...don’t you see?”
“See what, Lotor?”
“I could do anything. I could even bring them back.”
She hesitates. “You mean...the atleans you…”
“The alteans I betrayed and murdered.” he says mournfully. But his voice quickly regains strength, taking on an almost manic tone. “I could undo it all! I could finally make it right, Allura! Maybe then...it’ll all have been worth it. Maybe then I’ll be able to sleep right. I...I could even rebuild altea itself!”
For a moment she seems almost as taken with the idea as he is.
“I could finally make up for-” His voice cracks. “-for all of my mistakes.”
That breaks Allura from her musing.
“...no, Lotor. That isn’t right.”
“What!? Why?” He demands.
“Because this power is so much greater than you are. Don’t you see that this is what started you on your path to begin with? You’re still trying to gain enough power to fix everything you see wrong with the universe. But that isn’t your place Lotor. It's not up to you to decide who lives and who dies. No matter how powerful you are, you’re not a god. You’re just a man.
“And what’s so wrong with wanting to be more than a man!?” His voice takes on a pleading tone. “What’s wrong with just wanting things to be right? With wanting an end to all the suffering? Suffering that I had a big part in.”
“I know you’re trying to make those mistakes right now. But this isn’t the way. You don’t know what this power will do. To the things you change. To you. Look at what just a fraction of this did to Zarkon.”
“But…” his voice grows weak. “...they trusted me, Allura. They trusted me. If I don’t try to bring them back how will I ever live with myself?”
“By taking responsibility for what you did. Not trying to make it so it didn’t happen.”
His face grows somber.
“I just...just wanted to take care of them. Just wanted to do this one thing, to finally put things right for my people.”
“I know...and part of me wants to tell you to do it. To rebuild everything our people lost. To bring back all those wrongfully killed. But a deeper, more honest part of me, the part that my father taught, knows that it would not turn out like you plan. That power, even if used for good, would corrupt you. Just let it go Lotor.”
His face is a mask of warring emotions. “I...I’m not sure I know how. I’m not sure I even know how to do the right thing.”
“Yes you do. No matter what you’ve done, no matter what I or anyone else has said before, you aren’t Zarkon. You can still let this go.”
“He gives the slightest of nods.
“And Lotor?”
“Yes?”
“One more thing: The altean people aren’t your responsibility. They’re mine.”
He hesitates, then smiles.
“...as usual, you’re right. Alright, Princess. I guess it's time for me to recognize my own responsibility...”
And then he opens the comms to everyone.
“Attention to all alteans listening!”
Allura’s eyes widen.
“My name is Lotor. And I am not that imposter that has been using you these past months. I am the real one. I know you. Vatta, Dramor, Lagmor. Romelle, Sahan, Merv. Venjya, Astras, Leynor...and Luca.”
Luca’s eyes widen.
“...and so many others. I’ve known you your entire lives. I brought you together when you were exiled across the galaxy. I built you a home in a place where Zarkon would never find you. I watched you raise a statue in my image, and I did not stop you. And then I took your own from you bit by bit, in the promise of a new, greater home. I gave you hope in the darkest of times…
He takes in a shuddering breath.
“...and it was all lies.”
The faces of alteans all across the battle grow shocked.
“I tore them away from you to use for experiments. To get more quintessence. I told myself it was in the name of building a better home for alteans. But in truth I was draining innocent alteans of their life force...until they died. I killed dozens of them for the ‘greater good’. I betrayed and murdered those who trusted me the most. I said I cared, but In the end I used you for my own goals.”
He stares down at his hand, reflecting on his own words.
“...and the imposters you serve now are no better! Those dark liars are not here for your salvation! They’re just more opportunists come along to use you, just as I used you! Look at your brothers and sisters stuck in this Array you built for them! Do you not hear their screams? Do you not feel their pain!?”
The screams seem to grow louder. Prince Lotor, inside Darktron racing back towards the Array, looks almost as haunted as his counterpart. Inside her robeast, Luca’s hands weaken on her controls.
“...but there is someone here, someone fighting in this very battle who has never once done anything except for the good of you. Someone who would give her own life and suffer a thousand pains to prevent even a single altean from experiencing what I put them through. It's Princess Allura, of the true Voltron. She’s struggling to help you even now, as you fight her tooth and nail. I will not tell you to fight for her. I won’t tell you to do anything any longer. I just ask that you look inside and see the truth of what I say! You know. You’ve felt it. Decide who you really want to fight for!”
He lets out a sigh and closes the comm.
“You’ve done the right thing, Lotor.” Allura says.
“I...suppose I have.”
Sincline’s glow continues to grow brighter. The alteans in the Array continue to scream.”
“...now, how do I stop this?! It's killing them!”
He tries to push the energy back through the rings of the Array, but it is like trying to stem the tide of the ocean with a hand. It washes over his efforts and drains back into Sincline.
“I can’t seem to stop it!”
“That won't do it!” Pidge says. “The breach is open now. Even if you could stop it from flowing into you, the tear would just grow and grow until it rips reality apart!”
“Do you have a suggestion of how to avoid that then!?”
She runs some calculations.
“...you need to turn it back in on itself. Make the energy work to contain the breach.”
“You mean…”
“You need to make a black hole. It's the only way to keep the breach from growing in size.”
Lotor chuckles. “Then I shall make a black hole.”
With that Sincline throws both of its hands back through the Array, and unleashes the energy it's gathered back directly into the breach. At first the flow starts to spill past, but he redoubles his efforts, and soon an orb begins to grow where the rift opens to the array.
“He’ll need a lot of mass to toss into the black hole.” Hunk points out. “Otherwise it won't be able to sustain itself and will just invert again.”
“Attention all Coalition Forces!” Keith orders. “We need uh...mass. Anything you can get. Asteroids, debris, enemy ships. Shove it all into the orb. We need to turn it into a black hole. This is priority number-one. Now to get those alt…”
Keith’s voice trails off as Luca and the four remaining robeasts approach. Voltron and the robeasts are both still for a tantalizing moment, light from the orb dancing across their armor.
“...what do we need to do to save them?” Luca finally says.
Allura allows herself the slightest of smiles.
“Start pulling them off one by one! But it's going to get harder, and more dangerous as each one is pulled off. The energy draining through will get more and more concentrated. So you’ll have to pull off the last five in sync or the strain will kill them.”
“Understood.”
Luca makes a move past them, but hesitates.
“...you saved me. Even after I betrayed you.”
“I’d do it again.” Allura replies.
Luca ever so slightly nods to herself. She and the other robeast move past Sincline, sparing not a glance for the mecha or it's pilot. They each grab another robeats on the widest ring, and strain to pull them out. The energy crackles around them, trying to keep them within the Array. But after a time, they are able to rip several of their comrades free. A few of the screams die down. They move onto the next ones.
Keith sighs with relief. “That’s one thing out of the way. Now-”
Darktron smashes into Voltron at so fast a speed that it's sent hurling back through space.
“...you ignorant, childish, FOOLS!” Zarkon bellows. “You took what was mine! You think just because you delayed my plans that you’ve stopped me!? You will never stop me! Even if it takes me a thousand years, and I have to bleed dry a thousand realities, I will have what is mine!”
He lets loose another blast upon Voltron. Voltron throws up it's shield blocking the blast, but a second impact drives into Voltron.
The World Bane hovers behind, hammer outstretched.
“Go on my lord, do what you have to.”
“Try to keep those children occupied.” Zarkon says, as Darktron plunges it's dagger into the nearest robeast. The energy begins to bleed into Darktron. “I’ve some energy to recover.”
The energy drains not just from the robeast’s core, but from the young altean boy in the cockpit as well. He starts to scream. Inside the red arm, Prince Lotor stares at the scene, disturbed. He glances at the alteans still suffering inside the Array, then over to Sincline. His gaze falls.
“...I’m sorry.” He says quietly.
He is not the only one who watches. Raimon does as well. And his hands grow tighter on his controls.
***
Sanda and Pavok crouch in the corridor leading into the bridge. They trade shots with the ship’s bridge personnel. The blasted remains of the door lie on the floor in front of them. The clanking of metal boots sounds behind as a team of sentinels approaches their rear.
Pavok passes Sanda a grenade which she promptly tosses behind her. There’s an explosion followed by sentinel parts rattling across the floor.
Keith’s voice comes over the comm. “Attention all Coalition Forces! We need uh...mass. Anything you can get. Asteroids, debris, enemy ships. Shove it all into the orb. We need to turn it into a Black Hole. This is priority number-one.”
Sanda shares a look with Pavok. “Did he just say they’re trying to make a Black Hole?”
“He did.” Pavok confirms, throwing his blade into the chest of a bridge officer, before shooting another.
Sanda shakes her head. “You know I still remember a time when we didn’t even know for sure that aliens even existed?”
“Life takes you strange places.” The Blade says, dashing into the bridge.
Sanda gives him cover-fire as he makes for the blade he threw. He wrenches it from the chest of the officer and swings it in a wide arc, dispatching the remaining officers in a single sweep of his blade.
Sanda steps inside, keeping her gun on the hallway she just exited. She eyes the remains of the door.
“Wish we hadn’t had to blow that thing. We won’t be able to hold this location for long.”
As if in agreement, the sound of more metal boots rings out from somewhere further down the corridor.
“Then we’ll have to make our time here count.”
Pavok goes to the controls. On the viewport at the front of the bridge, a display of the battle is shown. Darktron struggles with the robeasts, while behind, the glowing orb grows larger. Countless cruisers from both sides still blast away at each other.
“We might be able to get one shot off and destroy or cripple another ship. That’s about the best we can hope for.” Pavok says.
Sanda considers. Then, a smile grows on her face.
“...can you put us on a collision course?”
Pavok gives a quizzical tilt of his head.
“That ship over there looks mighty close to that big orb, there. They said they needed mass. What’s say we give them two cruisers worth of it?”
Pavok smiles. “I’m starting to like you, human.”
“Then I must be doing something wrong.” She replies flatly, though a tinkle of a smile still enters her eyes.
Pavok keys in a series of commands into the control, then throws a throttle forward. The ship lurches with the sudden forward momentum. It makes for a nearby sister-cruiser, hovering not far from the orb. Sanda then shoots the console, rendering it unusable.
Pavok nods in approval. “Now, we really ought to get off this ship.”
***
The commander of the enemy galra ship realizes what the approaching ship is doing far too late. The hijacked cruiser smashes into the other, driving both towards the orb. Sanda and Pavok watch it from a galra fighter, racing away from the scene.
The two ships, upon contact with the orb, rupture, armor melting to slag. Then their internal frames begin to warp, drawing in towards the orb. Finally, they break apart into shards. Shards that are swallowed by the orb.
The orb then dims, not satisfied by just the solid material it consumed. It must feat upon the light itself too. It grows darker, light around it starting to distort. Yet the bright scar of the breach remains where Sincline still blasts into it.
Sanda whistles.
“Hot damn. They really are making a black hole.”
The change seems to go unnoticed by Darktron and the battling robeasts.
“Should we provide aid?” Pavok suggests.
“I think...we should stick to more conventional fighting. We’ve tempted fate enough for one day. Let’s let the giant robots fight the giant robots.”
***
The World Bane brings it's hammer down on Voltron a second time, smashing it to fall towards one of the nearby planets. Voltron pulls itself up before plummeting into the atmosphere, but the World Band smashes it's hammer again, trying to drive Voltron down further. Voltorn resists the blow with its shield, struggling to hold its ground.
“We don’t have time for this!” Keith exclaims.
“Huhuh, really? Because I do.” Ru’vak remarks. A blast erupts from it's single eye, taking Voltron off-guard. Voltron, struck in the face, falls back with it's guard slipping open. The World Bane raises it's hammer to swing once more, but before it can attack further the White Lion swoops in to let loose a mouth blast. The World Ban blocks with it's shield, energy washing over the dark metal. Before it can mount a counter-attack the Atlas and Paladin Crusher both smash into its back.
“I’m surprised. I thought after the thrashing I gave you two, you’d have the good sense to stay down.”
The two mechas are indeed battered, armor cracking or even ripped off in some places. But still they struggle.
“You’ll-” Skriel lets out a hacking cough, “H-have to do more than that to keep up down!”
“Y-yeah we’re stubborn like that!” Matt adds.
They do their best to restrain the larger mecha while the White Lion sprays it with energy-blasts.
“We’ve got this, go on!”
“Thanks guys!” Keith replies
Voltron rockets back towards where Darktron is attacking the robeasts.
The World Bane tosses the Paladin Crusher off it's arm, then swings the Atlas in front of the White Lion’s blast, forcing it to take the blow. Then it launches forward and swings it's bladed shield for the Lion’s neck. White Lion manages to block with its jaw-blade. Barely. It is still flung back, tumbling in orbit over the planet.
The Paladin Crusher is the first to recover. It throws itself at the World Bane. It grapples the other mecha to try to keep it from using its powerful melee weapons. The Paladin Crusher opens it's maw to fire it's mouth-blaster while the World Bane fires it's eye-blaster at the same time. The two beams of destructive energy meet, equalizing for a moment in a torrent of glowing light. But the World Bane’s soon overcomes that of the Paladin Crusher. The blast smashes into the Crusher face, tossing it backwards. Meanwhile the Atlas tries to thrust an armblade into the Bane’s exposed back.
“Vinas Perth.” Ru’vak utters as his mecha swings a roundhouse kick into the Atlas sending it spinning back. “Ancient galra martial arts form.”
Finally, the White Lion makes another dash at the enemy mecha, this time swinging an energy-wreathed claw. The World Band simply tilts it's hammer and drives the back of the haft into the White Lion’s underbelly.
“Dalas stuk, modern galra military staff-fighting.”
Alteans go tumbling inside the White Lion as it is thrown backwards again.
“So undisciplined.” Ru’vak sighs.
“Things-” Matt coughs, “Looking pretty bad, huh?”
“Sure seems that way, oho.” Skriel says weakly.
“Well then,” Coran says, oddly still chipper. “What say we use that secret weapon we’ve been saving.”
“You wanna use that eh?” Matt muses.
“If you must.” Skriel scoffs. “Though I resent having to team up with a bunch of humans and alteans in such a...uncomfortably close manner.”
“No time for that now, it's time to get snug! Coran?”
“Right away! Initiating combination!”
Coran slams both hands down on the controls. The White Lion begins to split apart. Meanwhile Matt activates something on his own fixture, and the Atlas’s armor opens up in an accommodating manner. Thirdly, the Paladin Crusher splits back to four individual pieces. The White Lion wraps itself over the Atlas’ head and shoulders. The four warlord ships then each attach themselves to one of Atlas’ limbs, making them longer and thicker. Finally, everything seals together and the armor takes on a golden lustor.
“Presenting for the first time ever: Leon Guardian!”
The new mecha rips a glowing lance into existence.
“...well now, huhuhu!” Ru’vak says, sounding excited. “Finally, and interesting development!”
He bears his hammer in both hands. “Let us dispense with the tricks and tools and simply pit strength against strength!”
“Fine by us!” Matt declares.
The two mecah change at each other, Leon Guardian with his Lance, World Bane with it's hammer. But right before the two meet, The World Bane suddenly reactivates it's shield, deflecting the lance, opening the Guardian up for a sidelong blow with the hammer.
“Vintas sen, pit-fighting, naive ones!” He bellows in victory as the rocket-powered hammer swings for the Leon Guardian’s head. But the guardian, already in motion, twists to spin a backfist into the World Bane’s face. The World Bane hammer soars over the Guardian’s head, thrown off-course by the blow. Ru’vak is stunned.
“Altean fisticuffs, my good man!” Coran declares.
Ru’vak tries to swing an elbow into the other mecha’s side but it's blocked and countered by a knee to the abdomen by the Guardian.
“Garrison combat training!” Matt yells out.
As a last ditch effort, the World Bane’s eye glows, preparing to fire.
“And this!...well I guess you’d just call it galran drunken brawling technique!” Skriel cries as the World Bane is grabbed by the neck and the Leon Guardian smashes it's head into the other mecha’s.
The armor on the World Bane’s head cracks, single eye bleeding energy.
“Th-that…” Ru’vak stammers. “...was really quite impressive.”
Coran, Matt and Skriel grin. “Glad you thought so!” they say in unison. “Now…”
The Leon Guardian back it's lance once more, glowing with a golden light.
“Starlight-Lance Attack!”
It drives the lance straight through the World-Bane’s chest. It busts out the other end, the World Bane’s core impaled on it's tip. The Guardian flicks the core off to spin out and explode in the planet’s atmosphere, while the World Bane goes limp behind.
“You sure were tough...but you were fighting the combined power of humans, alteans and galra today.” Matt says.
“Ohoho and most importantly, the great Skriel!”
Coran chuckles. “Yes, one cannot forget that.”
“Well played…” Ru’vak says, smiling. “...very well played.”
***
Raimon watches Darktron finish draining a robeast. He is greeted with memories of a burning altea, screams of the pain mirroring that of the altean they drain. But the image vanishes, replaced by an image of Zarkon’s glowing eyes.
You belong to Zarkon. Honverva’s voice says in his mind.
Darktron casts the sapped robeast aside, and launches at the next one. They take evasive action, pulling away from the advancing mecha and firing blasts of energy. Darktron blocks the blasts on it's shield.
“They think they can run? Alteans. Raimon, reel one in.”
Raimon immediately summons the harpoon gun and takes aim.
Voltron dashes in front of them.
“No! You’ve done enough to them!” Allura cries. “You will hurt no more of my people today!
My people...
Raimon is confronted by a series of images. A youthful Allura. Her mother. Alfor trying to stop Zarkon. Alfor failing. Altea burning. Everything burning. Zarkon laughing.
She fought to the end...too much like her father…
An image of Allura dead, in the void of space.
Honerva with a hand over his face.
You belong to Zarkon.
A pulse of pain in the form of violet lighting.
You belong to Zarkon.
More pain.
You belong to Zarkon. You belong to Zarkon. You belong to Zarkon!
Zarkon! Zarkon! Zarkon!
The voice screams at him.
ZARKON!
Then, silence.
...if you’re Alfor, then I know there must be some part of you still fighting him!
His body stiffens.
“Raimon!” Shouts Zarkon, the real one, not a memory. “What are you waiting for? Spear them now!”
Raimon stares out the viewport at Voltron. He reaches out towards the blue leg as if feeling something from there. Then, he looks up at the sword held in Voltron’s grip. He remembers when he held that blade. His eyes clear, as if from a fog. His hand tightens into a fist.
“Raimon!” Zarkon yells again.
“...Alfor.”
“...what did you say?” Zarkon asks, voice as cold as the vacuum of space.
“My name...is King Alfor.” His voice gains strength, “And I do not serve you, Zarkon!”
All is silent for an eternal, chilling second. Allura's face goes from disbelief to tearful amazement.
For the barest moment Zarkon seems lost for words. He shakes himself.
“I don't have time for this.” He shoves Darktron into motion, aiming for the next robeast. Alfor throws his throttles in the opposite direction, resisting Zarkon. But the other Dark Paladins join in to overwhelm Alfor’s resistance. Voltron moves forward.
“You’ll have to get through us!” Keith declares.
“Will I?”
Darktron turns, cannon appearing, but rather than aiming at Voltron, it takes aim at Sincline, still forming the now-dark orb. Keith curses under his breath throwing Voltron into motion. It barely gets the shield up in time to take the brunt of the blast meant for Sincline. Voltorn is still sent hurling blackward by the force of the beam.
Darkon launches itself at the next robeast, sinking the dagger in.
“That’s it…” Zarkon says. “...just a little more.”
Luca swings at Darktron’s back. Lotor blocks with the sword.
“I can’t let you do that, my lord.” She says the title with disdain.
Prince Lotor winces. She drives forward, thrusting for Darktron’s chest. Lotor’s hesitance, along with Alfor’s sudden jerk of motion lets her land a glancing blow across Darktron’s side. It forces Darktron to release the robeast, but by that point the mecha has been largely drained.
Luca swings again. The blow is deflected by Lotor, but at the last moment she splits her spear and plunges the additional blade into Darktron’s shoulder.
She smiles in a self-satisfied way, waiting for the energy drain to begin. It does, but the energy does not flow into Luca’s robeast.
“Did you really think we would design weapons that could be used against us?” Honerva says.
Luca’s energy begins to bleed into Darktron, from her very own blade. Then Honerva plans the dagger in, draining the mecha even faster. She howls in pain, as her lifeforce begins to be extracted.
“Stop this!” Alfor demands.
“Never!” Zarkon snarls.
Prince Lotor looks sick.
“...is this what you want, Lotor?”
The Prince looks struck to have been addressed.
“Is this to be your legacy? The man who never raised a hand?”
“Shut up you old fool!” Zarkron barks. “That boy will never step out of line, not for this or any other reason. Do you know why? Because unlike you he understand that I am the most powerful-”
Lotor swings his sword into the dagger, breaking the connection. Luca stares in shock.
“...enough.” Lotor says, eyes hardening. “We’ve done enough harm. To this reality and to the last.”
Zarkon says nothing, fury burning so hot it seems to radiate off him. Alfor smiles widely.
Voltron races towards them once more.
Zarkon tries to push Darktron into motion again, but both Prince Lotor and Alfor resist him this time.
“...is this truly how you feel, son?” Honerva askes in a quiet voice.
“Yes. Do what you must.” Lotor says, sounding both exhausted and relieved.
“I will kill you for this.” Zarkon says, matter-of-factly.
“No you won’t.” Honerva decides. “Sendak, it's time.
And then she and Sendak both hold back Darktron. All four limbs of Darktron splay out all in different directions, crippling the mecha’s movement.
“What are you doing!?” Zarkon demands.
“Choosing my son.”
“Sendak…”
“Is mine. Always has been. Or did you forget who gave him that arm?”
Zarkon’s hands tremble with unmitigated fury.
“Traitors! Every single one of you!”
“I’ve been called worse.” Honerva says.
“It's over, Father.” Lotor says. “We ought to split up and go our separate way. Perhaps if we’re lucky they won’t find us.”
“Coward! I’m to be ruler of the universe! You think I would settle for hiding in the shadows!?”
“You won’t be anything when we’re done with you!” Keith says, approaching in Voltron. He shakes his head at the display. “Even your own Paladins turned on you. Reap what you sow.”
Lance summons the sword. “Wanna take care of ‘em?”
“Yeah.” Keith says, narrowing his eyes.
Voltron moves in to swing down for Darktron’s head.
Time seems to slow for Zarkon. Everything he’s ever done, the expansion of the Galra Empire, commanding Voltron, descending into the Quantum Abyss, ripping apart his own reality to gain further power. He sees all of it blowing away in a pitiful gust of wind.
“NO!” He bellows, voice reverberating throughout Darktron. Dark tendrils of violet energy crackle across the mechas. The tendrils wrap around the limbs of the other Dark Paladins, searing into them.
“Wha-what is happening!?” Lotor asks.
“His...connection to our Voltron…” Honerva says, voice strained.“...too strong...he’s subverting our own connections....” Her voice descends into a cry of pain.
A moment before Voltron’s blade can strike Darktron, the tendrils force the Dark Paladins into motion. Five bayards slam into their slots.
A flash of blinding violet energy engulfs the scene. Voltron swings.
The Armored Darktron catches the blade in its hand.
Zarkon cackles madly. Tendrils tie the other Dark Paladins to their throttles. Voltron strains to pull its sword free of Darktron’s grasp. It is a futile effort.
“Did you traitors really think you could turn Voltron against me!? And you children, thought you could match a fraction of my strength!? I am Emperor Zarkon! And all bows before me!” He cries, voice growing in it's mania. “A-and now that you...you took my chance at victory, I’m going to take everything from you! I will tear all of you apart! Slowly, painfully until you beg for death!”
Darktron punches Voltron so hard it sends a shockwave rippling through space that sends the robeasts flying in every direction. Voltron rockets backwards, but Darktron launches forward and snatches hold of the mecha again, dragging it's momentum back to a jerking halt.
“How shall I do it!? Should I rip you apart limb by limb and crush you slowly one at a time? Or maybe…” He turns towards Sincline, “...I’ll just make you watch your reality die in front of you!”
“No!” Keith yells, trying for all his might to drive Darktron backwards. But a blow from Darktron rattles Voltron so hard it nearly knocks all of the Paladins unconscious. Zarkon then drives Darktron into motion and they both start rocketing towards Sincline.
“Are you ready to feel that blissfully sweet pain of the quintessence field before you watch it rip apart everything you’ve ever loved!?” Zarkon cackles to himself.
They race forward in a blur, ready to smash into the mecha that is the only thing hiding back the raging tides of the unlimited quintessence field.
A golden blur smashes into the side of them, knocking Darktron off-course and throwing Voltron free. Zarkon turns to see the Leon Guardian, lance outstretched.
“Hope we’re not interrupting.” Matt says.
“Is there no end to you miserable whelps!?” Zarkon rips Darktron’s sword into existence and clashes with the Leon Guardian.
Meanwhile, Voltron shakes off it's earlier damage and makes as if to move into the fray.
“Wait!” Pidge says, drawing them to a halt. “If we just keep throwing ourselves at that think we’re just going to get trashed again.”
“You got a better suggestion?” Keith asks. “Because I don’t think we’re gonna get lucky enough to wait out that armor a second time.”
“I do, Keith. Because we now know how they get the armor: it's about power. Zarkon couldn’t form the armor again until he’d drained enough quintessence from Sincline and the robeasts.”
“But how are we supposed to get that kind of power? The White Lion is a little occupied at the moment.”
“...we’ll do it.”
Luca, her two remaining robeast lieutenants, and a small handful of robeasts recovered from the Array approach.
“We’ll give you everything we have left.”
“We can’t let you-” Allura starts to say.
“-Princess. This battle does not leave us with much choice.”
She hesitates, but sighs and nods, “...I understand. Do as you will, brave ones.”
Luca nods to her compatriots and they thrust their spears into Voltron’s armor. Blue energy pulses from their own mechas down their spears into Voltron.
Meanwhile, Darktron continued to clash with the Leon Guardian in brilliant displays of gold and violet light.
“Another fine machine of war!” Zarkon declares, knocking aside a lance thrust. He movies in for a decapitating swung, but the Guardian narrowly dodges.
“But do you know the problem with it!?”
He swings his sword in an overhead arc, forcing Leon Guardian to block. He swings, once, twice, three times. The golden lance cracks. The Guardian fients for a counter with the weapon, but then swings a high kick for Darktron’s face. Zarkon bats the blow aside and brings the sword down one more time.
“It's not VOLTRON!”
The lance shatters, and the resulting blast of energy flings the Leon Guardian backwards across the starfield.
“Almost there…” Luca says, energy continuing to drain into Voltron. On robeasts falls back, spent.
Darktron turns once more towards Voltron. A pair of robeasts break off and try to slow him. They are batted away like insects. Two more fall limp, energy spent into Voltron. Only Luca remains. Darktron surges forward.
“Do me a favor, if you all truly wish to save my people…” Luca says. “...win.”
Her robeast goes limp, energy spent. All five of the paladins bayard slots open.
Darktron swings.
The Five Paladins of Voltron slam their bayards into place. A blinding blue light shines out in the cluster. And Darktron’s blade meets it's twin.
Voltron it it's own Armored Form, locks swords with the Armored Darktron. And while the two great mechas only paused for the barest fraction of a millisecond, it seemed an eternity for those watching. An instant, that could last forever.
Keith smirks.
“Too late, Zarkon. You’re about to experience something you never have in your entire life: A fair fight.”
The instant ends.
Voltron and Darktron seemed to disappear for a moment. They reappear again off to the side, blades clashing in destructive waves of energy. Vanishing and appearing again up above with another clash of swords. So quick their moment, nearly instantaneous to the onlookers. Clash, vanish. Clash, vanish. Waves of destruction, rippling out through the fabric of the reality itself. The universe watches with bated breath. The battle between the two Voltrons, a singularity of war.
Matt is the first forced out of the trance, when he thinks to move the Leon Guardian out of the way of one of the destructive waves of light. And with that the universe seems to remember it's still at war with itself.
The cluster, lit up once again with the hailstorm of energy-blasts and rains of ion beams. Throughout it all, Voltron and Darktron fight.
***
Darktron smashes it's blade against Voltron’s shield, sending the other mecha to crash down into a small planet, rupturing it's surface. Lava spews out from the cracks Voltron’s collision left. In a fraction of an instance, Voltron launches itself back up in orbit, pummeling Darktron with its reply: Three strikes in such quick succession that they may as well happen at once.
Darktron rockets back to smash into the sister-planet of the one it tossed Voltron into. Voltron follows at a blinding rate. A moment after Darktron hits the surface Voltron crashes into it.
It grabs the other mecha, dragging it across the planet’s face, ripping up a massive canyon in the ground. Zarkron lets out a mighty bellow and pushes his boosters into overdrive, forcing both mechas back up. They cruise back out into space, still entangled.
“You need to think bigger children!” Zarkon cackles, “Much bigger!”
He drives Voltron backwards, towards the nearby sun. The Paladins try to resist, but their strength is equal.
“He’s got gravity on his side!” Pidge notes.
Indeed they’re close enough that the sun’s own gravity begins to draw them towards it. They fall deeper into the star’s clutches, entering it's corona, burning hydrogen surrounding them.
Warnings go off on all screens, Paladins beginning to feel the inconceivable heat even through Voltron’s armor.
“What’s wrong Zarkon, giving up on winning and just trying to kill us both!?” Keith taunts.
“No, just betting you die first!” Zarkon barks in reply.
The Paladins throw all their power into their throttles, but they can only slow the inevitable. Armor of both mechas glow red in the heat as they sink deeper.
“There!” Pidge indicates a swelling in the star’s surface. “A coronal mass ejection!”
The Paladins shift gears, moving their efforts away from resisting Darktron’s push and into diverting their path. Unprepared for the sudden shift in motion, Zarkon is not able to stop them from the sudden change in direction. A burst of pure plasma blasts both mechas far out of the sun’s reach. They tumble, power of the ejection finally disentangling them.
Voltron is the first to recover, shooting towards it's enemy.
“Try this on for size!” Lance yells, swinging Voltron’s sword with all his might.
The slash catches Zarkron off-guard and sends the mecha soaring back. Voltron follows, making for another slash.
But nanoseconds before the blow would have landed, Zarkron summons the shoulder-cannon and fires. Voltron takes the blast in full and is forced back by the wave of pure energy. It rockets back, clipping a moon, tearing a sizable chunk off it's surface. Finally Voltron smashes down to the planet the moon orbits, leaving a massive crater.
Darktron plunges down, sword poised to impale Voltron and pin it down to the surface. Allura activates the harpoon gun and fires. Darktron straits to the side, narrowly missing the harpoon.
“You missed!” He says with glee, the sword pulled back to land home.
“Did I!?” Allura replies.
Zarkron, glances behind him, too late. The moon, speared by Voltron, smashes into Darktron’s back. Voltron barely manages to jet out of the way, as Darktron is crushed between the planet and its moon. Shards of stone the size of cities fly out as the moon is pulverized against its mother planet. A cloud of dust is blown into the atmosphere. Where the moon struck, an ocean of lava bubbles up where the planet’s crust was so thoroughly sundered.
Darktron lays in that molten sea, still for a moment. It begins to stir.
Voltron doesn’t give it a chance. It smashes into Darktron, full force.
Both are buried deep into the planet’s mantle, but Voltron isn’t done, blasting it's booster wings to drive them further. They cut through impossibly hot liquid metal, tearing through the core itself. They pass back through the mandle, to smash out the other side of the planet. The two mechas rocket back out into orbit, dripping magma.
There both pause for a moment. All the Paladins are panting with the exertion of the previous task. Zarkron’s breath comes labored over the comm.
“Not...bad. But not...good enough.”
Darktron shakes itself, spraying droplets of magma into space.
“This bout...has cost us both much of what we gained.”
“H-he’s..right.” Pidge pants out in confirmation. “Running low...on power...can’t maintain this armor...too much longer.”
“So, instead of simply waiting each other out, why don’t we finish this in a more...dramatic location?”
With that, Darktron rockets off towards the growing Black Hole. Voltron follows.
***
The Leon Guardian shoves another asteroid into the dark maw of the Black Hole. The asteroid quickly breaks up and turns to dust. The light-distorting midnight orb is developing a blazing accretion disk where matter moving too fast to get sucked within the Black Hole collects.
“How much more does this thing need?”
“J-just...a...bit!” Sincline Lotor says, voice strained.
“That was the last of the larger asteroids.” Coran points out.
“Hmm…” Matt ponders. “Think we could get enough thrust to move a moon? No, forget that. It would take us too long to speed it up fast enough to break one out of orbit.”
“Enemy ships?”
“They’ve all pulled back from the breach by now. They aren’t in full retreat yet, but they might as well be.”
“I’ve got an idea.” Skriel says, the smile on his face clear through his voice.
He points.
“Oooh, I like that idea.”
The broken World Bane still hovers in orbit of a nearby planet.
“Ohoho, Ru’vak! I sure hope you installed escape pods in that thing!”
“Wait what are you…” Ru’vak’s voice pauses over the comm. “...oh stars.”
“This is for all that cleaning duty you made me do back in basic training!”
And with that the Leon Guardian grabs the World Bane and hurls it at the Black Hole. A handful of small pods jettison out before the World Bane reaches the point of no return. It crumbles in on itself, before fracturing into smaller and smaller pieces. It begins to be ripped into atoms, from front to back, as the spaghettification effect does it's dark work. Soon there is nothing, at least nothing that can be perceived by the onlookers, as even the reflected is swallowed by the Black Hole.
“That...should be enough for n-now!” Lotor says, still blasting with Sincline. The breach is still just barely visible, as a dim scar where what little of it's light and energy can still escape the Black Hole’s appetite. “I can hold it by myself now. Get those last alteans out of there before this thing gets too big!”
“What about you?”
“This mecha is still a part of the breach. I need to hold it until the very end.”
“Oh…”
“Get them out of there.” Lotor repeats, more forcefully this time.
“...alright. Hate to say it but let’s split up, gang.”
“It was a pleasure fighting together with you all.” Coran says.
“Until the next time we need to sully our hands by joining with our lessers!” Skriel agrees.
The Leon Guardian splits back into the Atlas, the Paladin Crusher and the White Lion. One by one they start pulling robeast out of the Array. With each one they pull out the crackling energy of the Array tries harder to keep the robeasts in its grasp. Finally they get to the final ring and the last five robeast.
Coran in the White Lion turns back to the robeasts they just pulled free.
“Are any of you in any kind of shape to help us?” Coran asks.
After a pause, a pair of them raise shaky arms.
“Good enough. We’ve got to pull your brothers and sisters out at the same time, or they won’t survive the strain. Matt?”
“I’ll count us down.”
The Atlas, Paladin Crusher, White Lion and two robeasts, each grab one of the remaining robeasts from the Array.
“Three...two...one...pull!”
They pull back in opposite directions, crackling energy screaming in protest. Then, with a pop all five are released. The remaining energy, unfiltered, streams down into Sincline.
“G-g-good…” Lotor says in a shuddering voice. “N-now get them out of h-here…”
“You got it chief…” Matt says as they all pull back out of range of the Black Hole.
***
Voltron chases after Darktron, right up to the glowing accretion disk of the Black Hole. There Darktron pulls to a sudden stop, spinning around to face Voltron. It's blade is held out, in a two-handed grip. Voltron skids to a stop a span away. Drawing its own sword and shield. The two stare each other down, as if trying to read the other.
They move at the same time. Twin blurs, swinging for each other. They clash in a storm of blades and energy. Bit by bit Voltron focing Darktron back.
“We’re doing it!” Lance cries out triumphantly.
“No...he’s baiting us.” Keith. “Drawing us closer to the Black Hole. Trying to get us to make a mistake.”
As if in answer, Darktron pulls back further, and takes off, shooting down across the top of the Black Hole.
“The gravity is incredible. If we’re not careful we’ll get sucked in!” Pidge reports.
“That means we’re pulling back?” Lance asks.
“...no. Let’s finish this.”
Voltron and Darktron become twin trails of energy. To onlookers it looks almost as though the Black Hole is forming additional rings. One blue, one violet. The trails disappear just in time for new ones to tear into existence around it. Blinding flashes burst up over the Black Hole, wherever Voltron and Darktron clash. They go faster.
Hunk fires the cannon, in an effort to drive Darktron into the Black Hole. he dodges, light of the amazing blast quickly eaten up by the Black Hole. Zarkon tries to hook with it's harpoon, but it's deflected by the sword. They clash again, the force throwing them in opposite directions. They burst back into motion again, lest being dragged in by the gravity.
Time seems to slow for them, yet becomes impossibly fast for the onlookers. Voltron and Darktron race around the Black hole in opposite directions, gaining speed with each rotation.
“We’re...almost...out of energy!” Pidge says, forced back against her seat in spite of Voltron’s inertial dampeners.
“Then...this...is it….everything into this last...swing!”
They make one last rotation, both mechas driven faster than the speed of light by their metaphysical properties. Voltron sword begins to charge with a blinding blue light. Darktron’s shines it's equal in violet.
The Five Paladins of Voltron let out a battle cry in union. Zarkon roars in reply.
The swords meet.
Everything goes white.
Keith blinks, disoriented. He looks down to find that he no longer sits inside his cockpit in Voltron. He stands in a sea of stars, cosmic clouds swirling. Those stars seem impossibly close, both small, yet near enough to touch. They rise above and below him, with a thin strip of darkness separating up from down. He seems to stand on nothing at all. His body has an unnatural glowing hue.
“...It has been a very long time since I’ve seen this place.”
Keith whirls to find Zarkon standing beside him. The Emperor makes no move in reply. He doesn’t even look at Keith, instead staring out at the ethereal realm around them. He glows, same as Keith.
“...where are we?” Keith asks, cautiously.
“A metaphysical plane of existence. It seems our battle knocked us into the realm reserved for Voltron and it's lions. I remember when Alfor first showed me this place.”
Keith says nothing. Zarkon goes on.
“He insisted we all train here. Said it would strengthen our bond both with our lions and as a team. Said that once we master our skills here, we’d be unstoppable as a team inside of Voltron and out. I sometimes miss that naive optimism that I had to tortue out of him. He was right about one thing. This realm is useful.”
Without warning Zarkon swings a backfist for Keith’s face.
Anticipating the move, Keith dodges. He does not dodge the kick that follows it. Keith is blasted backwards to tumble across the floor of nothingness. Zarkon leaps into the air, foot poised to crush Keith’s skull on landing. Keith scrambles out of the way, barely in time for Zarkon’s foot to slam down. He leaps to his feet, drawing his bayard into existence. Zarkron summons his own.
“This realm is honest, boy. Here your power is at its most pure. No giant machines to aid in the fighting. Here, we are men, with strength equal to our own will!”
Zarkon swings his blade for Keith’s neck, Keith blocks, force of the blow still throwing him backwards. He slides back, nearly falling.
“I’ll admit, you might have had the slightest chance in Voltron. But here? I’ll crush you the same as before. But this time I’ll kill you, just like that former Paladin of Black.”
Keith’s eyes flash with anger and he launches into a series of attacks against Zarkon. The Emperor turns away every single strike, then slams a fist into Keith’s side, tossing him across their celestial arena.
“Without your Voltron or your lion or you friends to help you, you're nothing! You’re alone!” Zarkon bellows, charging after Keith.
Keith meets his charge and their blades lock together. For a moment they struggle against each other. But Zarkon soon drives Keith backwards, step by step. He forces his weight down on Keith, dropping him to one knee. Zarkon grins with satisfaction.
Keith looks up and smiles back.
“But that’s what you never understood, Zarkon. It’s not about what you can do alone. Voltron is about what you can do together. It's about trusting the people around you enough for them to be your arms and legs. And you’re wrong about one other thing…” He closes his eyes and begins to focus for a moment.
A blast of energy hits Zarkon the back, causing him to stumble. Keith uses the opportunity to force Zarkon off-balance, and swings, nearly taking his head off. Zarkon leaps back, and whirls looking for the source of the surprise attack.
Lance stands behind, rifle held in a confident grip. Grin on his face.
“...I'm not alone.” Keith finally says.
“Man, Keith, do I always gotta be the one to pull your butt out of the fire?”
Lance starts peppering Zarkon with shots, while Keith advances on him. The Emperor is forced to shift his bayard into it's shield mode to block Lance’s shots, while dodging and batting away Keith’s attacks with his freehand. Keith scores a cut under Zarkon’s shoulder.
“If I can be here, that means the other Paladins can too!” Keith says, “We’ve got a connection, all of us, through Voltron!”
Zarkon kicks Keith backwards, then shifts his bayard into a cannon to fire at Lance. He howls in pain as green electricity surges through him. Pidge has planted her bayard behind his knee.
“Hope that stings.” She says.
He spins, trying to backhand her, but Keith barrels into Zarkton, shoving him into a stumble. Lance lands another shot on Zarkon’s shoulder, causing him to twist and fall to one knee.
The three paladins advance on him. Zarkon shifts his bayard into it's bladed whip form and cracks it at them. He grazes Lance, misses Pidge, and Keith blocks with his blade. He cracks it again, tangling it around Keith’s sword.
“You think a couple extra bodies will save you!? I’m Zarkon! Three children are nothing to me!” He jerks on the whip, pulling Keith to his knees.
A blast slams into Zarkon’s back throwing him to the floor of nothingness. Hunk hefts his cannon. “Count again.”
Zarkon leaps to his feet, shifting his bayard into a cannon. He blasts Hunk, forcing him to shift into shield. The blast still knocks him off his feet. Then Zarkon shifts back to whip and flings it at Pidge, who’d been aiming her own bayard at him. Lance steps in front, knocking the whip aside with a stroke of his sword. Pdige smiles, firing her bayard’s tethered blade at Zarkon. Zarkon shifts back to sword to block and leaps at them.
Keith and Lance meet his charge, swinging their blades against Zarkon’s. They clash in a series of quick precise blows.
“You can call us children, or weak, or useless. But the fact is, we’re a team, Zarkon. And that makes us strong. Because we’ve got each other.”
Keith and Lance lock Zarkon’s blade with their own and together manage to force him back a step.
Keith narrows his eyes. “Who do you have Zarkon?”
Zarkon bellows with rage and throws a knee into Lance’s gut, then grabs hold of Keith to throw him into Hunk, who was preparing to fire another blast. Both go down. Zarkon raises his blade to bring down on Lance.
Allura’s energy whip wraps around the blade, pulling it back before it can fall. He snarls and tries to yank her towards him, but she shifts the bayard into a spear and charges him.
“Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Allura. They’re my arms and legs. And I’m the head. I’ve got them and they’ve got me.” Keith explains, launching himself at Zarkon again. “Who’s got you, Zarkon?”
“It doesn’t matter!” Zarkon growls, forming his bayard into an oversized gauntlet. “I need no one!”
He smashes the gauntlets down, sending a shockwave that knocks the paladins off their feet. He then throws himself at Keith.
Keith is back on his feet just in time to block a swing of Zarkon’s sword. The two struggle against each other once more.
“Unlike me, no one’s coming to help you, Zarkon. You’ve got no one. You did, but you drove them all away!”
“Shut up!” Zarkon throws a punch, but Keith twists, and the effect is negligible.
“You turned on every person who ever cared about and trusted you. Because you thought you didn’t need them. You used them, then cast them aside. Because you thought you were stronger alone.”
“I am stronger alone! Stronger than all of you!”
Zarkon lets out a roar and by force of will shoves Keith back. He raises his blade to deliver a killing blow.
“...no, Zarkon. You aren’t.”
Lance slips to the side, slicing Zarkon’s arm. Zarkon’s attack goes wild, missing Keith. He tries to whirl on Lance, but Pidge’s tethered blade wraps around his other arm and pulls him off balance. Hunk leaps forward, swinging his hammer for Zarkon’s head. Zarkon managed to divert the blow to his shoulder, one leg going out under him. Allura knocks out the other leg with her spear. Zarkon, on his knees, faces Lance, Pidge, Hunk and Allura lunging for him. In an explosive burst of willpower, he manages to swing his sword in a powerful wide arc, that forces all four of them backwards. But their efforts provided all the opening Keith needs.
He slips under the swing, and thrusts forward with his bayard. He buries the blade in Zarkon’s chest.
Zarkon lets out a surprised gasp.
“There’s one other person I haven’t mentioned yet. Someone who was always there for me,” Keith says, twisting the blade. “The man you killed. His name was Shiro. And this bayard belonged to him!”
With that Keith rips the bayard free. Zarkon screams.
Everything goes white again.
Darktron’s blade shatters. Voltron’s sword carries through, cutting through the armor, to the mecha below, and further.
Darktron’s armor shatters, and the mecha itself breaks, splintering into five lions, all shooting in different directions from the explosiveness of the separation. Black flies backwards, towards the Black hole, with a terrible rent gut that bleeds violet quintessence.
“I...lost!?” Zarkon chokes on the word, violet blood flying from his mouth. Zarkon clutches his chest, the pain of the invisible wound searing him. “N-not possible! I-I-I c...can’t...l…”The words die on his lips.
The Black Hole seems to surge, growing ever so slightly larger. The Black Lion descends towards it's dark embrace.
“N-NO!” Zarkon yells in defiance, forcing his lion to fight against the pull. He only slows the inevitable. “I do not die here! It doesn’t end here for Emperor Zarkon!”
With a surge of all the strength he has left, Zarkon summons the wings of his lion.
Before he can activate them, Alfor’s lion smashes into his, driving them both downward towards the void below.
“NO! Alfor you fool! You’ll kill us both!”
“I know.” Alfor replies, striking a weak smile.
Allura, watching the two descend cries out.
“Father!”
Voltron begins to move forward but shudders, lurching awkwardly.
“It's too much!” Keith says. “If we get any closer we won't be able to get out!”
Alfor gazes over at Voltron, then closes his eyes and his body begins to take on a blue glow.
“No!” Allura yells, summoning the harpoon gun. “I have to-”
She blinks. When her eyes open she is standing in a field of juniberry flowers. On altea. She looks around, amazed. Alfor stands across from her, smiling down at the flowers.
“F-father...what is this?”
“Just a vision, I’m afraid. Altea as I remember it.” He studies the flowers for a moment before looking up at her.
“But you aren’t as I remember…you’ve grown. As beautiful as I remember but...stronger.”
She smiles, but it is pained.
“Father please, let me help you. I’ve only just gotten you back. I don’t…” her voice cracks. “I don’t know if I can lose you one more time.”
“I know it's cruel. But at the same time, I am unbelievably grateful to have seen the woman you’ve grown into. I only wish your mother could see you…”
“Please!” She begs. “It doesn’t have to end like this. We could still-”
“Allura.” He says softly. “Don’t risk yourself and Voltron to try and save me. I had my time in the universe. Now I just have one thing left to you: Make sure Zarkon doesn’t hurt anyone ever again.”
He grins.
“You on the other hand, have quite a lot to do.”
She stares at her feet. “The alteans...I don’t know if I can lead them without you. I’ve been so lost. I don’t know if I can be as good a ruler as you were.”
“Then don’t.”
She raises her eyes, surprised.
“Be better. I made countless mistakes. Learn from them and be better. I know you’ll be a great queen.”
She hesitates, but then straightens her back and nods firmly. Her eyes begin to well up.
He smiles, reaching up to touch her face. She smiles back, well and truly this time. Then she grabs him in an embrace. The two of them stay like that for an eternal moment. Finally, they separate and Alfor stands back, getting one last look at his daughter.
“Well, it's time I finally joined your mother.”
She swallows hard, but nods. “I love you, papa.”
“And I love you, my little juniberry…”
The vision fades, and Allura is once again in her lion. She stares down at the quickly vanishing lions of her father and Zarkon. Tears stream down her face.
Voltron lets out a tremor. The two lions disappear.
“Allura? Keith says, voice strained. “Either take the shot or…”
She shoots one last look at where her father’s lion used to be and dismisses the harpoon gun
“...let’s go.”
Keith nods, slowly, understanding. Then, all five paladins throw forward their throttles, and Voltron jets away from the Black Hole.
Below, Zarkon screams in protest.
“Alfor listen to me! You’re throwing everything away! We could start over! You’ll be my right hand this time! You can be with your daughter! I-”
“-Zarkon.” Alfor cuts him off..
Something in his voice silences the Emperor.
“We’ve both lived long enough.”
Those simple words take what little strength Zarkon has left away from him. He slumps back back, and lets out a sigh that sounds almost relieved. His lion continues to bleed quintessence.
“...I should have known it would be you to finally kill me.”
“Would you have it any other way?”
Zarkon considers.
“No...old friend. No I wouldn’t.”
Silence overtakes the two.
Zarkon surprises Alfor by breaking it.
“Do you suppose...out there in the multiverse, there’s a reality where it didn’t come to all this? Where the two of us never crossed swords, and instead built a stronger universe together?”
Alfor smiles weakly. “You know I do.”
And Zarkon smiles too, without a trace of malice or deceit.
“So then, in the end, I even failed in that regard. Despite everything I still couldn’t kill that optimism of yours after all.”
Alfor laughs. “I guess not. I just...forgot it for a time.”
The two lions tremble, cracking under the tremendous force exerted upon them.
Zarkon closes his eyes. “And so it ends, Alfor.”
Alfor closes his eyes as well. “Stardust to stardust...old friend…”
And then the Black and Blue lions are torn apart, turned to dust before finally being sucked away by the singularity of the Black Hole.
***
Lotor blasts the breach, the dim scar now barely visible, the energy feeding back into him, barely a trickle. Still he blasts it, feeding all the energy he can into it. As this happens, he watches a static-filled image of Voltron’s struggle with Darktron. Finally, there is the blinding flash of light, followed by Darktron’s destruction. And still he watches as the Dark Black and Blue lions disappear into darkness.
He smiles.
“So they did it after all….”
The Black Hole surges, widening. The scar of the breach, overwhelmed by the darkness, finally disappears, overcome. The rings of the Array are pulled off one by one, then finally ripped apart, swallowed by hungry shadows.
He lets out a relieved sight.
Sincline drops its arms, energy spent. It starts to descend deeper into the Black Hole. it's armor begins to tremble. Lotor makes no move to stop this. He leans back in his chair and closes his eyes, as if about to rest.
“-Lotor!” A static-filled voice crackles over the radio.
He sits up, looking annoyed. He brings up the display. A grainy image of a Coalition fighter cruising through the Black Hole’s accretion disk. A feed of Acxa’s face pops up next to it.
“Lotor, you need to get out of there!”
He smiles slightly, but shakes his head.
“My work here is done. The breach has been turned in on itself. Zarkon is dead. The alteans know the truth. The universe is safe. This...this is how it ends for me.”
“You idiot!”
He's slightly taken aback by the reply.
“You really think I’m just gonna let you die like that? After everything we’ve been through!?”
“It's...better this way. Besides, Sincline is almost completely spent. I’m not sure if I could get out if I wanted to.”
“So you’re just going to call it quits!? Give up? That’s how the great Lotor dies?”
“The universe doesn’t need me anymore. Maybe it never did. This way at least, I can pay for my sins.”
“Then pay for them by living! Dying is the easy way out!”
He winces at that. “...maybe it is. If so...well, I guess I’m being selfish one last time. I won’t have to feel guilty about it for very long.”
Acxa is silent for a moment. “...I have someone else here with me. If I can’t convince you...maybe she can.”
Lotor has a confused look, when suddenly there is a flash of light inside his cockpit.
Haggar stands in front of him.
“Hello son.”
He scowls.
“Come here to try and twist me to your schemes one final time?”
“...no.”
He raises a skeptical brow. She sighs.
“I know I've been a poor parent to you. I can’t help but think that many of your mistakes would not have been made if I’d been a better mother to you. If I’d shielded you from the brunt of Zarkon’s cruelty.”
Lotor hesitates but shakes his head. “No. My mistakes are my own.”
After a moment she nods.
“So...why are you here?”
“To give you a choice, for once. You’ve always seen me as a force to twist you and bind you to my will. But here I’ll simply give you the options and whatever you choose I will respect.”
“Go on.”
“I can save you. Pull you out of here, and we’ll fly away in Acxa’s ship. Ask me and I’ll do it.”
“To what end?”
“To whatever end you wish. I’m done with plots and plans. I just want to preserve you from this fate.”
“And if I refuse?”
She lets out a sigh. “Then though it will pain me beyond belief, I will respect your wish. I owe you that much.”
“And what will you do after I perish?”
She shakes her head. “I plan to stand here with you. I’m not going to live in a world without my son. I’ve already lost everything else that ever mattered to me.”
He stares at her. She stares back. Sincline’s armor trembles again.
He finally closes his eyes. Haggar nods, taking this as a sign of his decision.
“...alright.”
She straightens. He looks up at her.
“Please save me...mother.”
Her eyes widen. Then she cracks a wide smile. She leans down and hugs him. And though hesitant and stiffly, eventually he hugs her back. They disappear in a flash.
Moments later, Sincline is swallowed by the Black Hole, all traces of it gone forever.
***
The Paladins of Voltron watch the Black Hole give one final surge before finally stabilizing, feeding now on the streams of plasma given off by the nearby stars. It hangs there, a distorted black spot on the universe, surrounded by blinding light.
“All enemy forces have thrown up surrender codes!” Matt reports with glee.
Keith sits back and smiles. “It's over...we won.”
There is a cheer, not just from the other Paladins, but the whole of the Coalition. From humans, galra, alteans and countless other species.
Keith lets out no cheer himself, content to sit there with a tired smile on his face. Eventually he shakes himself and sits up.
“Alright everyone! There’s just a few things left to take care of…”
Stay tuned for the finale...
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