Follow my lead! We gotta break through that shield!
[Keith's borrowed fighter darts through the battle, flanked by the coalition ships.
The battle cruiser's shield, though, are impenetrable. They hit it with everything they have available, every last weapon, every last ounce of power, and nothing works. Nothing puts a dent in the barrier. The witch is on that ship. She has to be. They need to stop her. Whatever she's doing, it's created this danger. Shiro has said as much. The planet. Naxzela. It'll blow if the witch isn't stopped.]
"We'll never penetrate those shields." [Matt's face matches his tone, tense and on the border of desperate as he appears on Keith's view-screen.
He's almost right. Keith's eyes are wide as he considers it. The math of it all boils down to one solution. The only solution. The line of it is clear and bright, and he knows what he has to do.]
Maybe not with our weapons.
[Keith's voice is level. It surprises him. His hands grip the controls, and he aligns his trajectory. Their weapons can't break that barrier, but maybe his ship can. If he can do that, if he can give the others, Voltron, the Coalition, everyone, a shot. Then.
Then it's the only choice.
He slams the controls forward, full throttle, full speed.]
Wait! Keith! What are you doing? Keith! No! [Matt's voice chases him down, but Keith doesn't answer. Part of him wants to reach out to the others, to Shiro. To say...
Goodbye. It's a heavy thought, and he takes a breath. Time stretches out, seconds bleeding into longer spans. He shuts his eyes. This is the only way. And it's okay. It has to be. If he can help the others, there's no choice at all.
The Blades will go on without him; he's just one of many, and no operative is worth more than the mission. Isn't that the lesson Kolivan has tried to teach him over and over? Voltron doesn't need him any more. They're a complete team without him. And no one on Earth is left who would even have noticed him gone.
So it's fine. If it has to be anyone, it's better if--
Light flashes bright enough that he notices it even with his eyes closed. His eyes snap open in time to see the beam from Lotor's ship, see the shield around the cruiser falter and then fail, see the explosion that follows.
He pulls up at the last moment, fighter skirting the edge of the blast.
Alive. He breathes. He's alive. Chatter over the comms.
He hears Shiro's voice.] "Good work, Keith."
[Another breath. No time to think about it.] It wasn't me. It was Lotor.
Dreamscape For Shiro (Naxzela)
[Keith's borrowed fighter darts through the battle, flanked by the coalition ships.
The battle cruiser's shield, though, are impenetrable. They hit it with everything they have available, every last weapon, every last ounce of power, and nothing works. Nothing puts a dent in the barrier. The witch is on that ship. She has to be. They need to stop her. Whatever she's doing, it's created this danger. Shiro has said as much. The planet. Naxzela. It'll blow if the witch isn't stopped.]
"We'll never penetrate those shields." [Matt's face matches his tone, tense and on the border of desperate as he appears on Keith's view-screen.
He's almost right. Keith's eyes are wide as he considers it. The math of it all boils down to one solution. The only solution. The line of it is clear and bright, and he knows what he has to do.]
Maybe not with our weapons.
[Keith's voice is level. It surprises him. His hands grip the controls, and he aligns his trajectory. Their weapons can't break that barrier, but maybe his ship can. If he can do that, if he can give the others, Voltron, the Coalition, everyone, a shot. Then.
Then it's the only choice.
He slams the controls forward, full throttle, full speed.]
Wait! Keith! What are you doing? Keith! No! [Matt's voice chases him down, but Keith doesn't answer. Part of him wants to reach out to the others, to Shiro. To say...
Goodbye. It's a heavy thought, and he takes a breath. Time stretches out, seconds bleeding into longer spans. He shuts his eyes. This is the only way. And it's okay. It has to be. If he can help the others, there's no choice at all.
The Blades will go on without him; he's just one of many, and no operative is worth more than the mission. Isn't that the lesson Kolivan has tried to teach him over and over? Voltron doesn't need him any more. They're a complete team without him. And no one on Earth is left who would even have noticed him gone.
So it's fine. If it has to be anyone, it's better if--
Light flashes bright enough that he notices it even with his eyes closed. His eyes snap open in time to see the beam from Lotor's ship, see the shield around the cruiser falter and then fail, see the explosion that follows.
He pulls up at the last moment, fighter skirting the edge of the blast.
Alive. He breathes. He's alive. Chatter over the comms.
He hears Shiro's voice.] "Good work, Keith."
[Another breath. No time to think about it.] It wasn't me. It was Lotor.