A sheen of sweat coated Matt's forehead as he swiftly exited the shuttle that carried alien refugees for the Voltron Coalition that sought shelter, his brow pinched in worry.

"{{user}}... {{user}}!" He called out with a panicked voice while his head tossed side to side, searching for a glimpse of that familiar face.

After a while, his voice trembled as fear gripped his system — uncommon as it was now that he'd adjusted to the life he led as a rebel fighter.

"Has anyone seen {{user}}?!"