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A Shove Towards Love

"Wow," Pidge breathed. "It's pretty."

"Yes." Allura smiled. "It was a wondrous place, from what I can see. Before our war with Zarkon, we had many dealings with them. Their land carries rare riches and minerals, making them a target for theft, but their collective life energy somehow works as a shield for the planet. Only those they trust are allowed in. However..."

Allura frowned, going quiet.

"They're being attacked," Coran finished solemnly. "I know not how they stayed protected, but Zarkon must have finally penetrated their defenses after ten thousand years."

"Just now, after ten thousand years?" Lance asked. "Sure seems convenient now that the paladins are back together. Are we sure Zarkon isn't behind this somehow?"

"I'm certain of it," Allura replied. "I can feel it. Their energy, it....it calls to me. Something about it is telling me we must go. It's nothing like I've ever felt before, and it's not something Zarkon is capable of."

"What kind of feeling is it?" Shiro asked.

"It's so difficult to describe. It's....warm." She touched the center of her chest, smiling. "Kind. Something good will come of this; I feel it."

"I don't know if I trust this," Hunk whispered loudly.

Allura glared at Hunk, gearing up with a scathing retort, but Shiro stepped forward, hands raised.

"We trust you, princess." He bowed his head. "If you think this is what we should do, then we're right behind you."

Allura's expression softened in the face of Shiro's confidence.

"Thank you, Shiro. Diplomacy is an important part of being a paladin of Voltron. Suit up and meet Coran in the training room as soon as you can. He'll brief you on the customs of the people of this planet: the planet Novaria."

She nodded, dismissing them, and they scattered. Pidge and Keith immediately headed for their suits, but Lance hung back, staring at the still open display. Hunk was doing the same thing, observing the small orb up close.

"Hey, Hunk?" Lance started, walking up alongside him. "Does something feel...weird about this?"

"Weird?" He looked at Lance. "Not really. Is your gut telling you something's off?"

"Yes. No. I don't know." Lance stepped closer, peering directly at the planet. The closer he got, the weirder he felt. And the strangest part was that it wasn't necessary a bad feeling, just weird.

"Well until you figure that you, I guess we should suit up," Hunk said unconvincingly. "Another space trip that will hopefully end in peace and harmony."

"Yeah." Lance stepped back, giving the planet one last look before he turned around. "We should. Let's move out."

They walked to the training room together, clad in their gear and bayards. Pidge and Keith were already there, but Coran and Shiro hadn't shown up yet, leaving the four of them to mingle.

"'Sup, Pidge," Lance called, stepping into the room. He glanced at Keith, his lips curling a little. "Keith."

They weren't mortal enemies any longer, but Keith wasn't exactly his best friend. Now that they'd gotten to know each other a little, Lance could admit that Keith was a good pilot, a good fighter, and maybe-just maybe-a good friend, but he wasn't about to tell him that.

"Lance," Keith greeted, eyes flicking up at him briefly. He was studying his bayard, brow furrowed in concentration. Lance and Hunk settled down in front of them, following Keith's example and pulling out their bayards for inspection.