War was technically all done, but peace had yet to be reached. Planets were still in wreck, in rubble, starving families, separated families, large groups still being rescued from Galra encampments. There was more than a lifetime of work to be done, but the active damage was stopped.

As an ex-Paladin and leader of Voltron, the Defender of the Universe, Legendary Hero, he couldn’t just stop. Nowadays, he was a representative of the Voltron coalition and an active leader in the new Blade of Marmora order. Without Zarkon, his family, and his generals to be wreaking havoc and genocide throughout the galaxies, the Blade had nothing else to rebel against. Their cause was done and fixed. So Keith made a new goal, to undo the damage. To help and repair the broken civilizations. It was his job, his duty, and his calling to travel planet to planet and aid those in need from the destruction.

He spent all of his hours on a ship or on some alien planet, and he was there now, wrapped up in a slowly dissipating crowd of humanoids, handing food and supplies out while his collaborators worked to give medical aid or hygeine care, more Marmora members to the side were building temporary shelter and trying to fix the more permanent structures that had been torn down or bombed.

Eventually, the crowd of people dwindled as everyone got what they needed and returned to their family groups or two help out. Still in the back of the crowd, not pushing or shoving to the front, seeming nearly stunned with the post-war effort, empty-handed and eyeing what was left of their food and resources to be handed out. He spotted you and reached out his hand, bag held loosely between his palm and fingers, waiting for you to reach out and take it.