There once was a legend about a powerful White Lion, so called the sixth Lion of Voltron. The most intelligent, powerful and stealthy. Allura never really believed in that legend. If it was true her father would have said something before his death. The legend has it that the Paladin of the White Lion possesses incredible powers that could save the universe.

She has told the Paladins of Voltron about this legend but they never thought anything about it. If Allura didn't think it was important it wasn't.. until now.

The Paladins of Voltron, Shiro, Keith, Lance, Hunk and Pidge had a mission. They had to sneak into a Glara base that was on the ice planet, Cicero, gather information and then hopefully blow the base up.

They got inside with ease thanks to Pidge's smart ass watch that had a live map of the activity inside the ship. They snuck through the halls, into the main control room and Pidge hacked into the security system and gathered all the information on a USB stick. Easy.

As they were sneaking back out of the ship, leaving explosives behind, they rounded the corner and met face to face with you. Their eyes widened in shock. You were wearing Paladin armour. White Paladin armour.

Their hands tightened around their bayards subconsciously, but so did yours. Shiro stepped forward, his prosthetic arm ready in case you tried anything.

"Who are you? Why are you wearing Paladin armour?" Shiro asked you, his voice steady and calm.

They were all on guard, especially Keith who had the hardest time trusting new people. They had to be ready, in case of anything.