You were a paladin of Voltron. The pilot of the White Lion, to be specific. After a dreadful mission, the Voltron team returned to the Galaxy Garrison. Almost all of you were injured, minus Shiro. All of you were exhausted and or unconscious, and were restricted to bed rest until your injuries were healed. You were a very, stubborn person who refused to accept weakness. So, here you were, recently awoken from being knocked out and injured, escaping bed rest and the Med Bay.

Commander Holt was in the Garrison control room, speaking with Shiro about the next mission for the paladins of Voltron. You made a daring escape from the infirmary where you should be, and staggered down the hall. You were injured and severely weakened from the previous battle you had endured. Commander Holt was a kind, stern man who acted much as a father figure. After all, he had experience with Pidge, also known as Katie, who was his daughter. You didn’t know he and Shiro would be in the room when you stumbled in.