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The paladins crept slowly and silently through the galra base. They were headed to the security room, so that they could take it over. That was the second step in their infiltration. The first step was to get into the galra base, which wasn’t too hard thanks to Pidge’s cloaking ability on the lions. Thankfully, Pidge also managed to hack into the galra system beforehand to temporarily take down their cameras for about ten dobashes. That gave them enough time to get into the security room. Once the security room was under their control, everyone except Lance would go to the control room. Lance would watch the hallways and be their eyes in this operation, while everyone else covered for Pidge.

Shiro lifted his authentic hand up in an open palm, which indicated for everyone to stop moving. Everyone immediately stopped behind him. His head nodded in the direction of a closed door. “That’s the security room. We need a distraction,” Shiro whispered. Shiro stared at the door, thinking of a way to get in without alerting the whole ship. 

Matt smiled widely and looked at the green paladin. “I have a distraction.” His hand dug into his pocket and he took out a round object. 

Pidge looked at him like he was stupid. “No! We don’t even know if it works!” They whispered yelled. 

Matt shrugged and muttered, “Only one way to find out.” Matt went up to Shiro and said quietly, “I have a smoke bomb. We can use it as a distraction.” He showed the small ball to the black paladin. 

Shiro smiled and praised Matt. “Great thinking. I’ll open the door and you throw it in. Once the room is filled with smoke, we attack.”

Matt’s face dusted pink from the compliment he received from his crush and nodded at the plan. The other paladins overheard Shiro’s plan and they stealthily moved to make it happen. Shiro, Pidge, Lance, and Allura were to the left of the door, while the others were to the right. 

Shiro lifted his hand and started counting down from five. Once he reached one, he quickly opened the door. Matt was quick to throw his smoke bomb in there. They waited a tick to let it go off, but it never did. Yelling could be heard on the inside as all the galra went to look out the door to see what was going on. 

Shiro gave Matt a glare and sighed. Pidge gave their brother an evil smirk because they had won the bet that the two siblings made earlier. Pidge knew that the smoke bomb wasn’t going to work. “New plan, we start fighting!” Shiro yelled, activating his arm, about to run in the room. Before he could though, the bomb went off and black smoke covered the room. Shiro smiled slightly when it worked and jumped into the smoke, hitting any galra he could make out. Allura and Lotor followed him in. Lance and Hunk stood guard at the door. They figured it would be better to let the close combat fighters take them out instead of shooting wildly into the smoke. 

While they did that, Matt was doing a mini happy dance. He was ecstatic that his smoke bomb had actually worked. When Matt had finished his victory dance, he looked over at Pidge and mouthed ‘Ha ha!’ like a child. Pidge rolled their eyes and flipped their brother off. They then ran into the room to help the others. 

Lance chuckled at the Holt’s. It reminded him a bit of his own family on Earth. Lance sighed at the thought of his family. He wished he could see them again, but sadly he was here in space saving the universe. Well… helping the people who were saving the universe. The only reason he was probably still on the team was because they needed him to form voltron. 

Lance’s head perked up when he noticed everyone was coming out of the room. “Alright, all the galra in there are tied up or dead. Lock the door when you get in there, Lance. And remember to warn us when the galra are coming our way. Ok?” Shiro asked, looking down upon the red paladin. 

Lance gulped and looked at the ground.  He nodded and muttered, “Yes sir.” Lance then went into the security room and his eyes widened at how many screens there were. It reminded him more of Earth, but he pushed those feelings away. ‘Gotta stay focused on the mission,’ Lance thought to himself. “Are you sure I can’t have someone else with me? There are a bunch of monitors to look at.” Lance pointed out to Shiro. 

Shiro rolled his eyes. “Nope. We can’t spare anyone else. We have to cover Pidge so they have enough time to get the data. Besides, your job doesn’t require much. It’s simple and even I doubt you can screw it up.” With that said, the others left. Hunk gave Lance a sympathetic glance before looking away. Hunk thought that was an assholey thing to say to someone. He was gonna have to have a chat with Shiro after the mission. 

Lance sighed and closed the door. He locked it before going to the screens and watching them. They were all glitchy due to Pidge’s interference, but they soon became clear once their hack ended. Lance watched the paladins, Matt, and Lotor make their way to the control room. The plan was going great, until Haggar put her scheme into action. 

“Alright, the control room is up ahead.” Shiro said, indicating a door at the end of the hallway. It took about twenty dobashes to get from the security room to the control room. There weren’t many galran soldiers in the way either. They had a few here and there pass them undetected, thanks to Lance warning them ahead of time. Not that anyone would say it though, except Hunk. 

“Lance, how many galras are in the control room?” Allura asked through her com. She was behind Shiro facing the doorway. 

“There’s four. One of them is facing the computers to the right and another one is to the left on another computer. The third galra is talking to the fourth galra, which I think is Sendak, in the center of the room. Be careful.” At Sendak’s name, Hunk and Pidge shuddered. 

Allura nodded at Lance’s information, even though he couldn’t see it.

Shiro devised a plan quickly and stated, “Allura, you get the galra on the right, Hunk you get the one in the middle, and Matt you get the one on the left. Pidge, you get on whatever computer becomes available first and start doing your thing. I’ll fight off Sendak with Lotor. When y’all finish, join us. Sendak is going to be hard to take down.” Everyone nodded at the plan and got ready. 

“You’re welcome.” Lance muttered to himself, not in the coms. He sighed with a frown as he watched the screens before him. He had just told Allura who all was in the control room and didn’t even get a simple thank you. ‘What great teammates they are,’ he thought bitterly.

Lance sighed as he continued to watch the screens. He watched as his team burst into the control room and took down the galra easily. Everyone was down except for Sendak. Hunk, Matt, and Allura joined Lotor and Shiro to help distract Sendak as Pidge did their thing. 

Lance noticed the plan was going smoothly… too smoothly. Something seemed off; it just seemed too easy. Lance scanned each screen carefully to see if he could find out what the galra were up to. He was about to give up when in the corner of his eye, he noticed a flicker of movement. He turned his head to the farthest screen on the wall and walked over to it. Lance gasped at what he saw. 

At least a couple hundred galran soldiers were lined up, ready to fight at any moment. A certain witch and Lotor’s former generals stood in front of the army. He could tell that Haggar had just yelled something, but he wasn’t sure what. Too bad the screens didn’t have audio. The army then began to march.

Lance’s eyes went wide as he saw them march in the direction of the control room. “They’re going to ambush them…” he mumbled out loud with a pale face. He immediately turned on his com and yelled into it, “Guys! It’s a trap! I repeat: IT’S A TRAP! You have to leave now!” 

All Lance got back in return was static. “No, no, no!” Lance groaned. He went back to the screen with his teammates in it. They were still fighting off Sendak while Pidge was hacking into the galra system. His team hadn’t heard him at all. “Quiznak! They must’ve jammed our coms. I’m gonna have to go there myself!” Lance ran out the room with his bayard in hand. He transformed it into his rifle in case he met someone on the way to his teammates. 

“How much longer will it be Pidge?!” Shiro asked, narrowly dodging Sendak’s robotic arm. 

“Not too much longer! It’s about sixty percent done!” the green paladin yelled back. 

Shiro grunted in response and kept distracting Sendak. Even against four opponents, Sendak was still strong enough to hold his own. 

In the middle of the fight, Hunk decided to stand next to Pidge and guard them. He had a few close calls and almost hit his teammates while firing his huge gun. To be fair, he does have a huge ranged weapon.

As the four continued to divert Sendak’s attention, Pidge worked on downloading everything from the galra database onto their hard drive. They watched the screen intently, waiting for it to finish. Once it reached 90%, Pidge began to count. “90 percent done... 91… 92… 9-”

“Guys! We have company!” Hunk cut off Pidge when several galran soldiers barged into the room. Hunk aimed his big gun at the approaching enemy and fired. He blasted anyone that walked through the door and managed to take down a big chunk of them. 

Shiro growled, “Are you quiznaking kidding me!? I can’t believe Lance messed up again! It was such an easy job too!”

Allura shrugged at Shiro’s comment and muttered, “I’m not really surprised though. Seems like he could mess up anything.” 

Hunk sighed when he overheard their conversation. Hunk wanted to defend his friend, but he really messed up. Lance was supposed to warn them when they were going to have company. Unless... the galra jammed their coms or worse… Lance got caught. Hunk’s thoughts were scattered as the green paladin yelled something.

“It’s done!” Pidge screamed as they yanked the drive out of the galran computer. They stuffed the thing into their suit before turning around to help out with the fight. 

Shiro sighed in relief at the news. “Fall back!” He commanded and began to swing his arm at any galra that got in his way as he made a path for his fellow teammates. Everyone else followed behind the black paladin, taking down any galra that was left standing. 

They made their way towards the lions, when suddenly Hunk stopped. “Wait, what about Lance?”

Shiro growled and rolled his eyes, but kept silent. The yellow paladin was right, as much as Shiro disliked Lance, they needed him to form Voltron. “I’ll go get him, y’all keep running and get in the lions. Go ahead and leave immediately when y’all get there. I’ll be right behind y’all with Lance.” 

The red paladin was on his way to the control room to warn his teammates about the ambush. As he ran, he kept trying to contact the others through his com. Sadly, all he got back in response was static because they were still jammed. “Ugh! Come on! Gotta run faster!” Lance motivated himself and sped up slightly. 

Lance was about halfway there when suddenly a scream tore through the base. “That sounded like Allura!” Lance’s eyes widened and he changed his direction to where the scream came from.

“Help! Help me please!” Allura yelled. She was sitting on the ground in the middle of the hallway with a bullet wound on her right thigh. When Lance turned the corner to see her, he gasped at the sight of the princess. 

“A-allura?! Are you ok?!” Lance asked, rushing to her side. He inspected her wound and noted that the blood was flowing out quickly. The red paladin thought of something to tie around her leg before deciding to take off his armor. He tore off a piece of his shirt and started to wrap Allura’s wound while listening to her. 

“Y-yes,” she groaned at the pressure, “I’m f-fine.”

“What happened? Where are the others?” Lance bombarded her with questions as he continued to tie the cloth. Once he was done and thoroughly inspected his work, he began to put his chest plate armor back on. 

“We… we were ambushed. We tried to hold the galra off as Pidge finished getting the information… Wh-when it was complete, we fell back and ran towards the lions,” Allura answered, breathing heavily. 

Lance stood up while he was intently listening to his companion. He then hunched over to help Allura stand, keeping an arm wrapped around her waist. Allura’s eyes were squeezed shut as she hissed in pain. She leaned on Lance and nodded when the pain subsided a bit. Lance took that as a hint to start walking. 

“I-I got separated from the others while we were running. I don’t remember how it happened… b-but at some point I got shot in the leg. Luckily, I was able to defend myself after being shot. Once I dealt with the galra who s-shot me, I tried to get back to the others… but I only got as far as a couple hallways before falling down.” Allura recounted with tears in her eyes. 

Lance frowned at this new information. Guilt formed in his stomach as he realized it was all his fault. If only he had seen what the galra was up to sooner. If only he was able to get there faster. If only he could just be a better paladin… one worthy of Voltron. “I’m sorry… It's all my fault. I… I tried to warn y’all, but the coms were jammed and then I guess I wasn’t fast enough to help out.” Lance stared at the ground as they continued walking. He refused to look Allura in the eye. He didn’t want to see the usual hatred or disappointment in her eyes. He already knew it was gonna be hell when he got back to the team. Shiro is probably pissed right now. 

Allura looked at him and smiled softly, “There was nothing you could do. It’s not your fault.”

Lance was shocked to hear this. He looked up at Allura with wide eyes and stared into hers. The blue paladin was beginning to act strange. ‘I was sure she’d yell at me,’ he thought confused. “Y-you’re not mad?”

Allura looked confused for a second before saying, “Of course not. Why would I be? You’re saving me right now, aren’t you?”

“True…” Lance mumbled before looking down again. He shrugged off the weird feeling and continued to focus on getting out of there. ‘She’s probably not mad because I’m saving her… she’d be a prisoner by now if I hadn’t come.’ No matter how hard he tried though, the bad feeling he felt kept growing. ‘Why does this still seem easy? Allura was screaming loudly for help… yet there was no galra rushing to capture her. There must’ve been someone in the area. Not only that, but we haven't seen a single glara since I found her. Something isn’t right…’ he thought to himself. He sighed before ignoring the feeling. He was overthinking it too much and needed to focus more on the mission at hand. 

“Come on, we’re almost there.” Lance grunted as he helped Allura pass the security room. They were over half way back to the lions. As they were staggering through the hallway, a voice called out.

“Lance!?! Where in the quiznak are you!?”

“That... that sounded like Shiro! Man, I've never been happier to hear his voice,” Lance said with a smile. “Shiro! I just passed the security room with Allura!”

“What!?!” Shiro’s voice yelled back confused. “Lance! Don’t trust her! She’s not Allura, she’s an imposter!”

Lance didn’t have a chance to react to Shiro’s warning. Allura, or whoever she is, kicked the back of Lance’s knee. The red paladin grunted as he tumbled to the ground. “Man, you really are the weak link in Voltron,” fake Allura taunted. “I expected more from a Paladin of Voltron. Oh well.” The imposter then hit the back of Lance’s head hard.

Lance fell fully on the ground and groaned. Black spots danced around his vision. Before going unconscious, Lance saw Allura’s form fade and transform into one of Lotor’s old generals: Ezor.

The first thing Lance noticed when he woke up was how bad his head ached. The second thing was that he couldn’t move. He tried to rub his temples to help lessen the pain, but his arms were locked to his side.

Lance’s heartbeat and breathing quickened when he realized his arms wouldn’t move. The next thing he tried to do was move his legs, but they stayed put as well. “W-why can’t I move,” he said through clenched teeth as he struggled against the restraints. Lance was confused and his heart kept beating faster and faster as he began to panic. Tears formed in his eyes and he let them fall down his face.

“Ah, I see you’re finally awake, red paladin.” 

Lance’s head shot in the direction of the voice, which was the worst thing he could’ve done. He groaned as his headache intensified from the quick movement. The red paladin shut his eyes and grimaced.

The person who spoke before just laughed at Lance’s pain. The laugh sounded so familiar to Lance, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. The only thing he could think about at the moment was how bad his head hurt and how unbearably it throbbed.

Lance stiffened when he felt a hand grip his shoulder. He opened his eyes slowly to see who was there. His gaze widened when he stared into yellow eyes. He gulped at the look she gave him.

Haggar’s eyes bored down upon the paladin and she smirked. “Oh this will be fun,” she said with a laugh.Lance shuddered. ‘Oh fuck… I’m so screwed… and not even in the fun way…’

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“I don’t know… I just feel like I don’t have a thing… Maybe I am just the fifth wheel… seventh if you count Coran and Allura…” Lance hugged his knees tighter against his chest. Currently, he was sitting on his bed trying not to cry. The four space mice Chulatt, Platt, Plachu, and Chuchule sat across from the blue paladin, listening to him.

Team Voltron had just gotten back from their mission on Beta Traz (Season 2 Episode 10 in case anyone is wondering). Ever since he ranted to Laika the Yupper, Lance couldn’t shake the feeling that what he said was true; that Lance really was a seventh wheel. “I mean Pidge is the hacker of the group and great with technology… Shiro’s an amazing leader… H-hunk’s a great mechanic, chef, and friend…” Tears began to fall down his face as he continued, “K-keith’s an amazing fighter and p-pilot… and Allura’s a princess with g-great diplomatic skills… C-cor-” Lance hiccupped as a wail escaped his lips. It took a moment, but Lance finally managed to get out, “C-coran takes care of the castle. Plus he’s amazing when it comes to anything sciency. H-he basically knows about anything and everything.”

At this point, Lance was sobbing. He was an ugly crier; snot was coming from his nose and his cheeks were drenched. A yellow paw touched Lance's leg comfortingly. Platt, the biggest of the mice, looked up at the blue paladin. “A-and me?” Lance croaked, “I… I thought I was the team's Sharpshooter…” Lance shuddered as a new wave of tears ran streaks down his face. “B-but no one else seems to think so…”

Lance clutched his chest as his heart ached. His blue eyes widened as a new thought came to mind. “T-they wouldn’t keep me on the t-team if I didn’t contribute anything… would they?”

“Hello everyone. I called a meeting because I think we need to talk,” Allura began. Allura, Coran, Hunk, Pidge, Shiro, and Keith were in the control room. 

“Shouldn’t we wait for Lance?” Hunk asked.

Allura bit her lip and thought about what to say. “That’s the thing… we need to talk… about Lance…”

Everyone’s eyes widened. No one said a word until Shiro broke the silence. “What is it, princess? Is something wrong?”

Allura’s hands fidgeted as her eyes looked at the ground. “I… I don’t really know how to say this… but the mice were talking to me earlier, and um… they told me a few things that Lance told them.” She finally lifted her gaze to face her comrades.

“Oh? What… what did they say?” Hunk asked, unsure of what to think.

“Well, they told me that Lance thinks he’s the seventh wheel on the team.” Tears began to form in her eyes. “They… they also said that h-he believes that he doesn’t con-contribute anything to the team.” Her words left everyone speechless and in shock.

Pidge’s brows furrowed with worry as they finally broke the silence. “Lance… thinks he’s the seventh wheel?”

“And he thinks he doesn’t contribute anything?” Hunk added, equally confused and worried.

“That doesn’t sound like him at all…” Keith muttered. “Usually Lance is the one cracking jokes… trying to boost our spirits…"

Shiro sighed and looked at the ground. His body was shaking slightly as he tried to keep his composure. “I… I can’t believe I didn’t notice anything was wrong… I should’ve noticed something as the leader.”

Coran put a hand on Shiro’s shoulder. “None of us noticed. You shouldn’t be too hard on yourself.”

“I-I don’t understand. Why would L-lance think this way?” Allura cried.

“There’s only one way to find out. We need to talk to him and let him know that he’s a valuable member of this team and family.” Shiro's eyes held determination. Everyone nodded in agreement with the black paladin’s words.

Coran chimed in, "I'll check the castle's security systems to locate him. Then we’ll talk to him, together."

As the team sprang into action to find their missing teammate, their determination to help Lance and strengthen their bond as a team was stronger than ever. They were ready to face this challenge together, just as they had faced countless others in the vastness of space.

The control room was tense as the team waited for Coran's signal that Lance had been located. When the call finally came in, they rushed to Lance's location, finding him still sitting on his bed, lost in thought.

"Lance," Shiro spoke gently, "we need to talk."

Lance was startled from his thoughts at Shiro’s voice. His blue gaze shifted to look at the team, his eyes still puffy from crying. The blue paladin’s eyebrows furrowed together as he tried to figure out why everyone was in his room. “H-hey guys… um… yeah sure… w-what did y’all want to talk about?” Lance gulped and his heart raced. He knew what was about to come. Why else would they want to talk? This is where he’ll get kicked off the team because he can’t contribute anyth-

His thoughts scattered as Hunk asked a question. A question that left him confused. “Are you… ok, Lance?”

“W-what?”

“Lance…” This time, it was Allura, “The mice told me everything.”

Lance’s eyes widened at this information. “I- I,” he stuttered, but didn’t know what to say.

Hunk sniffled as he asked, “Why didn’t you tell us how you felt?” The yellow paladin moved closer to Lance, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Lance’s eyes shifted to look at the floor, as if it was the most interesting thing in the universe. He fidgeted a bit before finally responding, “I didn’t want to burden y’all with my feelings…” He averted his gaze and wouldn’t look anyone in the eye.

Gasps filled the air at Lance’s confession. Hunk gave Lance a big hug, which made the cuban boy tense up. Hunk was shaking as he wailed, “Oh Lance, you're not a burden. We're a team, and we're here for each other. You can talk to us about anything."

Pidge nodded, echoing Hunk's sentiment. "Yeah, Lance. We want to understand what's been bothering you."

Shiro took a deep breath and stepped closer to Lance. "You said you thought you were the seventh wheel. Why do you feel that way?"

Lance hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting between the faces of his friends. "It’s just... I… look at all of you. You're all so talented and unique.” Lance felt a fresh wave of sadness flood his senses as he explained, “Pidge is a genius with technology, Shiro is our leader, Hunk's a genius mechanic and chef, Allura's a diplomat, Coran is a science whiz... and Keith, you're an incredible pilot and fighter.” Lance sighed and rubbed his arm. “Even the mice have their roles. I- I don’t…"

Keith glanced at Lance with a determined look in his eyes. "You do have a role, Lance. You, Lance, are our sharpshooter. But you're more than that. You're the heart of the team, the one who keeps us grounded with your humor and positivity. We need that… We need you… especially in the darkest of times."

Lance blinked, his surprise evident on his face. "You really think so, Keith?"

Keith didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned in and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to Lance's lips. It was a silent confession of the feelings he had struggled to express to the other boy for a very, very long time. Lance's eyes widened in shock, but then he closed them, deepening the kiss. A few awes were heard from their teammates, except for one “bleh” sound coming from the youngest paladin. When they finally pulled apart, Keith whispered, “Does that answer your question?”

Lance’s cheeks were dusted with a pink tint as he blushed. “Y-yeah.”

“Good,” Keith nodded, a soft smile forming on his lips. He stood back to give Lance some space.

The rest of the team smiled at the genuine moment between the two. Allura stepped forward, her voice warm with reassurance. "Lance, we all care about you deeply. You're not the seventh wheel; you're an essential part of this team."

Lance felt a warmth spread through his chest as he looked at his teammates. It was them that he realized that he didn't have to face his insecurities alone; his team was there to lift him up and remind him of his worth.

As they stood together in that moment, the bond between Team Voltron grew even stronger, and Lance began to believe in himself once more.

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“Now, if everyone understands the plan, let’s head out!” Shiro ordered.

“Yeah!” The rest of the paladins yelled as they fist pumped the air. 

The paladins were about to embark on an infiltration mission to steal information from the galra. The Blade of Mamora had informed Voltron that their spies had heard whispers of a new galran weapon in the making. Thanks to Pidge’s quick hacking skills, Voltron made the perfect team to go retrieve it. 

“Good luck out there, Paladins,” Allura said as they began to head to their respective lions. After the paladins all got in their lion, they left the Castle to a planet not too far away.

“Guys? Does it seem too quiet to y’all?” Lance asked softly. The paladins were currently making their way through the galra base. They didn’t have any issues getting into building.

Keith muttered under his breath, “Well, it was quiet and peaceful until you opened your mouth.”

Lance opened his mouth to make a retort, but Shiro spoke first. “Lance is right… it’s too quiet and we haven’t even seen a single galra…”

“Now that you mention it, it does seem off,” Pidge agreed. They opened a holographic image of the planet from their armor. After tapping a few buttons, Pidge hummed, “Hmm… that’s weird…”

“What is it?” Hunk asked, looking over Pidge to see the hologram.

“According to this… there’s only six life signs in the base…”

“Six?” Lance repeated. “But there’s only,” he trailed off and counted the paladins in the room, “five of us.”

Pidge began to slowly clap. “Good job, Lance. You know how to count.”

Lance smiled proudly. “Thanks Pid- wait… were you being sarcastic?”

“No, I definitely would never do that.”

“You are being sarcastic!” Lance whined.

Keith sighed, “Man, the garrison must’ve been so desperate to find a replacement after I dropped out for Lance to get my spot.”

“What is that supposed to mean!?” 

Before Keith had a chance to open his mouth, a growl came from behind the paladins. “What do y’all think you're doing here?” A deep voice snarled.

The paladins turned around and gasped. Behind them stood a very big galra… bigger than Zarkon himself. The most noticeable thing about the galra was that he was missing his left arm, which was replaced with a metallic prosthetic that had a gun muzzle at the end.

“Uhh… would you believe me if I said we were just leaving?” Lance asked.

The galra growled and his arm began to light up just like Shiro’s. He pointed it at the paladins and a glowing purple plasma ball shot out from his arm. It hit the floor in front of the paladins.

“Hah! You missed!” Lance taunted.

Hunk panicked, “Uhhhh… guys?! It’s blinking! What does blinking mean?!?!”

Pidge’s eyes widened, “Take cover! It’s gonna blow!”

The paladins jumped out of the way, taking cover right before the sphere blew up.

“That was close… too close…” Lance mumbled, his heart racing.

Shiro nodded in agreement.

“He’s charging the gun again!” Keith warned.

Lance put his arms up in surrender. “Are you sure we can’t talk about this Sparky Sparky Boom Galra?” The rest of the paladins looked over at Lance with confused faces.

“Sparky Sparky… Boom Galra?” Keith finally asked, lifting an eyebrow.

Lance explained, “Well yeah, cause the plasma balls are glowing and they blow up and he’s galran.” The team just stared at him dumbfounded. “What!? It’s a clever nickname!”

“I think Combustion Galra sounds better,” Pidge suggested.

Hunk nodded, “Sorry, Lance. I have to agree with Pidge.” Lance gasped at the betrayal.

“We can come up with a nickname AFTER we are done with this fight!” Keith yelled, trying to get everyone back on track.

“Keith’s right…” Shiro said, facing the galra once more. Then he added, “Although… Combustion Galra sounds waaaay better than Sparky Sparky Boom Galra.”

Lance gasped again and clutched his chest. “The betrayal! I can’t believe y’all right now! Keith?! What do you think?”

“I think we should stop talking about this AND DESTROY THIS GALRA! NOW WILL Y’ALL FRICKEN FOCUS?!”

“Shiro! Keith cussed!” Pidge covered their ears smirking devilishly to Keith.

Shiro smiled softly. “Keith, language!” A few paladins let out a snicker as the red paladin growled. “In all seriousness though, we should focus on the battle going on.”

“If I may… I would just like to say I have a name… It’s Steve,” the galra spoke up. “Also, I think the blue one came up with the better nickname. But, it should be: Sparky Sparky Boom Steve.” As he explained, he waved his right hand in the air in an arch motion.

“SEE!?!?! I KNEW MINE WAS BETTER!”

Keith looked at the galra. “Please, I’m begging you. Don’t feed his ego… it’s already too big.”

“Hey!!!”

“So… since we got the nickname finally figured out, can we just talk this out, Steve?” Shiro asked, looking at the galra hopefully.

“No, I still have to kill y’all.” The gun lit up again. “Any last words?”

“I thought we were having a bonding moment, Steve!” Lance cried out.

Keith snorted, “Like our bonding moment?” He gave Lance a look, raising his eyebrow.

Lance looked at him back, throwing his hands in the air. “For the last time, WE NEVER HAD A BONDING MOMENT!”

“Watch out!” Pidge yelled as a plasma ball was shot out, aimed at the two arguing paladins. 

Lance’s reflexes were faster than Keith’s for once. He pushed the red paladin away, taking the hit. Just a few seconds later, it exploded.

“LANCE!”

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