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Changing of the Guard
The scene opens on the Red Lion, which has it's radar scaning for something. Keith is shown looking intently at it, while having a flashback to the season two finale battle against Zarkon. He sighs deeply.
Keith: There's nothing out here, Coran.
Coran: I'm sorry, Keith.
Keith: I'm coming home.
Keith turns the Red Lion around. The scene changes to Coran, who walks in on Allura sniffing her dress. Allura notices Coran, and her eyes widen.
Allura: I'm worried it smells a bit musty. It's been awhile since I've had to look presentable.
Coran: The Cubserions just declared independence after a thousand years of oppression, so they probably won't notice.
Allura: Then why am I getting all puffed up like a Trufalian merengue? This is going to be a serious diplomatic meeting.
Coran grabs the end of Allura's dress, and fluffs it up.
Coran: Remember, Princess, 70 percent of diplomacy is appearance. Then 29 percent is manners, decorum, formalities, and chit-chat. It only about one percent, uh—
Allura: Serious business about fighting for the freedom of the universe?
Coran: Yes, that. Oh, and I forgot hors d'oeuvres. Oh, that's at least two percent, so I'll have to recalculate my...
Allura: We just freed these planets, do you really think they're ready to come together to fight the Galra?
Coran: I don't think it's a question of wanting to fight back, but of believing that it's possible. It's up to you to give them that faith.
Allura: It should be Voltron.
Coran: We can't always put the fate of the universe in the hands of a giant weapon. At least, that's what your father believed.
The scene changes. The Blue and Yellow Lions are being chased after by Galra fighter jets, and many of them explode.
Lance: About 30 ticks to the drop zone. You ready, Kolivan?
Suddenly the Blue Lion is being fired at by towers on the ground.
Lance: Hold on, evasive action underway!
The Lions destroy the towers firing at them.
Hunk: Lance, I think we just passed the drop zone.
Lance: We're under heavy fire, there's no way we can stop here. Kolivan, any ideas?
Kolivan: Open the hatch. We'll take it from here. Go! Go! Go!
Kolivan ushers his men out of the hatch of the Blue Lion, and then follows himself. They drop to the ground, before running into the broken-down town full of Galra robots. A large cannon begins to charge up, from its place high in an overhang.
Lance: Think you're pretty good, huh? Can you handle this?
Lance "backflips" midair in his Lion, shooting the ship that was chasing after him. It explodes without effort.
Lance: Didn't think so. Hunk, you got a fighter right on your six!
Hunk: Yeah, and I'm about to teach this sentry a lesson about tailgating.
Hunk pulls back, smashing right into the fighter jet. Kolivan then comes through their radio.
Kolivan: Paladins, can you hear me?
Lance: We hear you, what's up?
Kolivan: We're pinned down by heavy artillery. We need air support.
The large cannon is firing at the town, where the Blade of Marmora men are trapped.
Lance: I see it. I'll take it out!
Lance goes to fire at the cannon, but it focuses it's attention on him.
Lance: Uh oh! I can't get a safe angle of attack!
Hunk: Maybe not from the front.
Hunk pilots behind the rock structure the cannon is placed on, drill like tools appearing on his Lion's feet. He drills through the rock, the cannon being destroyed. The Galra ships can be seen fleeing, and the two Lions touch down to earth.
Kolivan: It appears the Galra forces are evacuating.
Hunk: Yeah, and stay out!
Lance: Let's set 'em down over there and get ready for the parade.
They do just that, the next shot consisting of the Lions sitting there. Lance can be seen taking pictures with three girls.
Lance: Now this is the kind of world-saving that a Paladin can get used to!
Hunk is being offered multiple platters of food by some older people.
Hunk: Whoo! You got that right! Oh, methinks I'll try this one with all the legs. Nope! Still alive!
The people that they had saved gather on the ground below the two Lions, looking up at them in awe. One of the elder people look over to the Blade of Marmora and growls in suspicion, the others following in suit. Kolivan looks away, before Hunk walks uo chewing on food.
Hunk: You know, based on our recent battles, it seems like the Galra Empire is kinda just falling apart.
Kolivan: It's more than that, look.
On the mountainside, a picture of Voltron is carved into the rock. Lance takes a quick picture of it.
Kolivan: Word of Voltron's triumph is spreading.
Hunk: Yeah, I guess the only problem is that we can't form Voltron anymore.
Kolivan: That cannot stand. The universe needs Voltron.
Man: Lions of Voltron, the people of Puig thank you for delivering us from the evil hands of the Galra empire.
Lance: Don't forget the Blade of Mamora. We couldn't have done it without Kolivan and his team.
Kolivan: It was our honor.
The man and everyone surrounding him is shrouded by a look of distaste.
Man: Yes. I want to pledge to you that every able-bodied Puigian will join Voltron in the fight against the Galra. Speaking of Voltron, where is it?
The crowd begins cheering, calling out for Voltron. It turns into a chant. Lance smiles nervously, while Hunk leans to him in a discreet way.
Hunk: I think this might be a problem.
In the next scene, we are back in the Altean castle. The footage of Matt's escape from the Galra prison is being played over and over, Pidge staring at it intently.
Coran: Oh, number five, you're back! How was your mission?
Pidge: I talked to some members of the desert tribe on Planet Kythra who have these same large feathered ears. They're not friendly to Zarkon, but they couldn't help me identify the person in the footage. So, that's a dead end. Now, these flappy, loosey, pant-thingies...
Coran: Are skort pantaloons. Very breathable.
PIdge: Right. They're traditionally worn by the Tando people.
Coran: Yes, in the Valurian quadrant.
Pidge: Right, that's on the other side of the galaxy. And what's this mask thing that they all have on their faces?
Coran: Hm, no idea. But it appears to be the perfect blend of fashion and function.
Pidge: Okay, so, my brother was either taken by intergalactic fashion pirates, or... maybe the outer reaches of these galaxies are occupied by freedom fighters that are starting to work together against the Galra Empire/
Coran: You know, I don't mind telling you this, but I was considered a bit of an intergalactic fashion pirate in my day. I used to have a bogwaggle cape that I trained to sing my theme song whenever I entered a room.
A shot is shown of Coran wearing a large jacket-cape hybrid, and he chuckles gleefully. Pidge continues on.
Pidge: Maybe this will help. While I was gone I had the system analyze the sound of the explosion from the prison break.
Pidge plays the sound for Coran, which is then quickly analyzed.
Pidge: Huh. Nanothermite titanium-boron. Hey, maybe we can track that!
Coran: Good idea. While do that, I'm going to check in with Lance and Hunk and see how things went on Planet Puig.
In the next scene, everyone is gathered in the lounge area. Lance and Hunk are the only ones with their Paladin armor on, signifying that they just arrived from Puig.
Hunk: They haven't figured out their flatbread situation yet, but what they do with those centipedes is just out of this world.
Lance: And they're totally ready to join the fight against the Galra.
Hunk: We brought back a few of their leaders to join the coalition.
Allura: That's splendid, excellent work!
Lance: You know, I gotta say, this is what it's all about... freein' the people, lovin' the ladies, then bombin' down the road again looking for adventure, Voltron style.
Hunk: Which brings up a little issue. They all want to see Voltron, only we don't really have Voltron anymore.
Keith: We don't have Shiro anymore, either. Everyone seems to have forgotten that.
Allura: It may be difficult for us all to accept, but it is time to think about finding a new pilot for the Black LIon.
All four of the remaining Paladins look the Allura in surprise.
Keith: No! I'm gonna find him! Shiro is the one person who never gave up on me, I won't give up on him.
Keith walks away, and everyone looks down sadly as he does. The scene switches to the Galra mothership. Inside we can see Zarkon laying on a bed, his eyes closed. Haggar stands across the room and watches over his body. She then leaves the room, and speaks to a druid.
Haggar: No one is to be allowed in Emperor Zarkon's chamber.
Druid: Vrepit sa.
Throk: Excuse me.
Haggar: What is it, Commander Throk?
Throk: Would it be possible to speak to Zarkon today? Another planet was lost to rebellion and I feel he must be informed.
Haggar: Zarkon is fully briefed on all imperial matters. He certainly doesn't need your input.
Throk: Of course. It is just that I fear if we do not take decisive action soon, the Empire will crumble completely. Rebel activity should be crushed with our full might before more planets are inspired to fight against us.
Haggar: Lotor has arrived at headquarters at Zarkon's request to take command of the Empire. Under Zarkon's guidance, of course.
Throk: Lotor? Why is he not at his father's bedside?
Haggar: Zarkon needs no one by his bedside, least of all you!
Haggar walks away from Throk, and the shot pans out. A figure uncloaks from some sort of invisibility or camouflage. The next scene is back in the castle, where the Paladins plus the two Alteans are sat at a dinner table. Multiple aliens sit across from them, looking at one another.
Allura: It is our honor to have you all here together.
Puig Man: I had the biggest bunker back on Puig, but it wasn't nearly this nice.
Green Man: Well, I spent the last decade sleeping in a spiny thistle thicket. You look wonderful though, Princess. I'm glad I put on my best tarp.
Allura smiles gratefully. Hunk then walks up behind the visitors, wearing an apron and carrying a small tray.
Hunk: Welcome, everyone, welcome! I've prepared a few Earth canapes for our distinguished guests to enjoy while we talk galactic diplomacy.
Kolivan: The Blade of Marmora has gathered this intelligence. As you can see, the Galra Empire is still the most massive ruling force the universe has ever seen. The sheer size of it is almost incomprehensible. It seems like it could rule another 10,000 years.
A smaller man tries to eat, but he is frozen in his spot and shaking in fear. Lance and Pidge lean towards one another, each frowning.
Lance: Not the way I would have started this pep talk, but okay.
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