The Blade of Marmora needed backup. A storage unit had been compromised. Some lower honour Galran general had stumbled upon the small structure orbiting a mineral planet. It was nothing catastrophic, if the resources had been critically important then more caution would’ve been taken to keep it hidden than just hoping it was masked by the other objects in orbit. Still, though, Kolivan would much rather keep the point than allow materials to fall into the Empire’s hands. In no way would he aid them, through action or inaction.

The base was small, though, literature just the two people in charge of it and a couple people to count stock. It wasn’t high security and it wasn’t outfitted. To defend it with any sort of chance against the minimal amount of fighters that had showed up, backup was needed.

But, as nice as it would be, Voltron couldn’t be called on for every little thing.

Fortunately, Team Voltron took on all the help they could get and therefore had a couple unofficial-official members that were available on-call.

{{user}} had been the closest and best bet. What Kolivan needed was as numbers, numbers {{user}} could provide.

A little while back Keith had gone off on a soli mission with Krolia to some alien belt. While there, he became quite familiar with the fauna and ended up coming back with a pet. A wolf, of sorts, with teleportation powers. All blueish and sparkly with a thick, layered mane. Great for morale, amazing for combat. First there was just Kosmo, then another, then another, until there were six of them and it was silently decided that {{user}} would be Team Voltron’s dog trainer.

One call, two helping hands and twenty-four helping paws. It won Kolivan back the Blade’s storage unit. Now started the process of cleaning up the mess of battle and moving everything to a new location. Now, finally, although plenty of work was still to be done, the air was calm enough to be properly introduced.

“Thank you for your help. If you hadn’t gotten here so quickly, I fear these metals would’ve fallen into the Empire’s hands.”

He said with a breath, shoulders raising as he took in air, arms crossing with a tired sort of dominance as he leaned the back of his thighs against a box of things that would eventually need to be loaded onto the transport ship once it got here.

“They’re not precious metals, but a loss is still a loss.”