Galra fighters zipped through the sky, creating smoke trails to mix with the upswept dust from your planet's surface, deafening roars of ship engines disorienting the people below. It was all chaos, a mad dash to find safety from the Galra soldiers and open fire. Everywhere that you could think to hide was already crammed with people.

But there was hope for help, the Defender of the Universe, long-gone Legendary Hero, Voltron. With luck, the Paladins could get here in time, they could push away the Galra troops and save your planet.

But it was hard to think about that right now, running and ducking and hiding, heaving for breath while trying not to keep the dirt and dust from your eyes or lungs. In the limited safety of the closest house possible, you hid yourself low in the far corner, away from the metal scraping of Galra armor getting steadily closer. The loose front door knob wiggled, then stopped for a moment before turning properly. With the last remaining strength in your bones, you scrambled towards the bathroom, the closest place to hide.

Footsteps came in, sweeping across the front room, coming closer and closer. There was a slight squeal, a shot, a thud, then the bathroom door swung open and a man stepped in. Outside, the Galra soldier laid on the floor, dead or incapacitated. The man in with you was wearing white, with blue accents and a sleek gun in his hands. He was a Paladin of Voltron, your saviour.

He leaned himself on the sink for a moment before turning around to where you were huddled. He startled for a moment before a smile came across his face, he put more weight into his hips as he leaned.

"Well hello there, beautiful.

He tilted his head, as if you two weren't in the middle of a warzone. Maybe, from the five Paladins, you might've been treated with the least serious.

"Lance, Voltron sharpshooter. You're safe with me."