"Courage is not having the strength to go on; it is going on when you don't have the strength."

-Theodore Roosevelt 

The highest point on the small planet of Tibera is Nirvana Mountain. The landmark stretches high up into the planet's purple clouds, grazing the sky like a monument belonging to the heavens. It was dubbed with its pop-culture name by Tibera's current inhabitance, simply because against the planet's landscape, the mountain stands out.

Just like Nirvana did in music.

Most things on the planet were named with the same idea. If they could relate it back to their home planet Earth, its name was decided. 

Currently residing on Tibera is Gemini Loxe, Nova Loxe, Leo Jetson and Luna Jetson. They miss their planet, their parents and their lives. But most of all, they miss their great-great-great-great-great-grandfather. 

Tiberian Loxe, who the planet Tibera is named after, was a legendary Altean engineer who assisted in the design and creation of Voltron.

He was taken from them whilst they were on another planet. And now they spend their days trying to build something at least slightly equal to Voltron, able to storm the Galran stronghold and rescue him.

Nova, the second eldest of the Altean-human hybrids, stands atop of Nirvana Mountain staring up at the magenta sky swirling above.

Tibera's surface area is no larger than New Zealand, the place from which Nova hails back on Earth. She misses the grey skies and tribal proximity of her family's homeland, but at the same time cannot imagine returning to Earth knowing Tiberian is still imprisoned.

"Nova, lunch is ready!" Leo's voice sails through the communicator attached to her ear. The Polynesian girl sighs heavily, desiring just a few more minutes to reminisce atop of the rocks. 

It is hopeless with her relative's constant whining. So she gets to her feet, shakes the rainbow coloured dust from her gloves and powers up her rocket boots, descending to the ground below.

Tibera is a colourful, rocky planet. Treeless, but with deep ravines holding pale pink water rising from the planet's core.

Nova trudges over the blue gravel towards their planetary home. The same landscape stretches as far as the eye can see, like a never ending dessert of fluorescent colours.

In truth, Tibera is a moon to an even larger planet known as Purgamen; a rubbish tip, for shipwrecks and scraps. Often someone ends up down there collecting parts for the next project. Usually it's Luna, picking what is needed, whilst Nova is out collecting resources from Tibera's distant plains. That leaves Leo and Gemini at home. One developing weapons and the other designing the next project.

Right now their main ship is being occupied by Gemini, who is off at the swap moon shopping for more legitimate parts.

Their home is deep underground, but above above ground it looks like a gathering of small spaceships joined together to form a shelter. It is nestled into a hill and looks simply like another wreck from the outside.

Inside, it is anything but.

Nova presses the entrance button embedded in the metallic front door. It scans and recognises her, sliding up and welcoming her in. The teen steps through into the box-like space and braces herself for the oncoming travel.

When the door slides shut, the room drops like an elevator, racing down to Tibera's core. The travel was dizzying once, but now is nothing after the years they have spent stranded in space.

Hitting the ground floor, the door slides open, presenting the main hub of their underground village-like residence.

The walls arch high like towering cliffs, coloured a sunset orange dull enough to not give everyone headaches. The bioluminescent mushrooms imported from another planet light up the vast, echoing cavern in white and yellow light. Littered with mechanical experiments, half-built inventions, schematics that are also drawn up the walls and scattered furniture resembling that of Earth's; this was their home.

"What is it?" Nova asks Luna, who leans over the food processor preparing lunch.

"It's delicious, unique and we're absolutely, totally not sick of it," Luna responds in a sarcastic, cheerful tone, heterochromatic eyes blinking up at Nova as she descends the rocky staircase.

The ravenette frowns, "Food goo?"

"Food goo," Luna nods.

Nova hits the ground floor just as Leo comes crashing into the cave from the hangar where all their projects reside.

"A cooling system!" He shouts, shaking his parchment in the air like a madman. He stares at his twin with wide eyes, as if she should understand everything in his mind with those three words. Nova knows that is entirely possible with their twinepathy. 

"What about it? We've been putting those on Projects 30-40," Luna responds calmly, setting out the plates for everyone. Normally such a motherly action is performed by Gemini, but with her not there the 'older sister' takes the role.

"Yes, but they haven't been working fast enough to counteract the heat of the engine. So, all I need to do is create a more rapid-fire... uh, ice technique to keep the temperatures balanced!"

Nova takes a seat silently, pulling a plate of food good towards her.

As her relatives talk, she watches them and their similar mannerisms. They are Puerto Rican; Tiberian's great-great-granddaughter Tracey moved there, met her husband and had children, with generations of Puerto Ricans continuing the cycle until Luna and Travis were born.

Something similar had happened in Nova's case, only with New Zealand. Gemini was born in Canada to a French-descent mother and Vietnamese father.

The concept of how humans migrate and change and connect fascinated Tiberian, especially knowing that it was his beloved three children, Eliza (Luna and Leo's ancestor), Richard (Gemini's ancestor) and Martin (Nova's ancestor) who begun such a line.

Luna and Travis look very similar; they have dark, caramel-coloured skin with one similar coloured eye to match each. Their other eye, Luna left and Leo's right, is a soft Altean purple. They both have deep red-brown hair, are lean and fairly tall.

Leo has a one track mind. Very rarely does he sleep or eat, preferring to be constantly working on his Projects. He is brilliant and often fires off good advice when rambling about the importance of physics in flight. Luna is similar to him on a much calmer level. She's a go-lucky fighter with a positive outlook, accepting her brother and his antics. They compliment each other in personality and ability. Luna scavenges, Leo builds.

"Leo, just tell me what you need?" 

"I need a Balmeran crystal."

"Another one? Last year when I went to get one I nearly got caught by Galrans."

"I know, but-"

"Yeah, we need it. I'll go when Gemini comes back, which should be in an hour or two," Luna grins, forcing her twin to sit and snatching the papers from his hand. She shoves a spoon in their place. "Now, eat."

"I am," he pouts, pulling a plate towards himself. It almost makes Nova laugh.

Luna sits down beside him with a soft smile.

"How's the weather outside?"

"It's a little colder than usual. Guess we've moved away from the sun again."

"I'll boot up the heating system before we sleep. I think we still have enough fuel left... Maybe I should pick some up while I'm out."

"Yes!" Leo thrusts his finger at his twin, "Do that."

"Are you even slightly worried about her? Balmea belongs to the Galrans and you're just sending Luna off like it's a holiday," Nova snaps.

"I-"

"It's fine," Luna waves her hands in the air, "I'll just wear that new armour. If we just took from the planet it would be safe, but I'd rather take from what the Galran's have already collected. Taking directly from the creature feels wrong."

The other two nod in agreement, but say nothing about the guilt they feel. The inhabitance of Balmera once thrived according to Tiberian, but after the Galran Empire's take over, the planet is enslaved and treated as a mine.

An obnoxious beeping suddenly cuts through the silence. It signals an incoming vessel. Leo is up and sprinting towards the monitors at the centre of the room.

"It's fine," he says, "it's the BigMac."

"Gem's back already?" Luna frowns, getting to hair feet.

"Looks like. Maybe the swap moon was quiet."

Leo hits the hangar button. On the other side of the hill feigning their position is a large door; a passage to get their one working ship BigMac in and out, as well as their Projects.

The BigMac is a vessel made up of two other ships. Both were industrial-class work vehicles, meaning they have the technology to transport and take a hit. Because of the nature of its design, mounting a gun on it is all the more hard. A ship made to to be indestructible can't have canons donning its outside. Everything Luna has put on there has been immediately destroyed.

It has a body like a narrow egg. Thick, long wings extend from the sides and beneath them are two round and heavy-built engines. It is a pale blue colour with ugly yellow linings, evident of it being a mix. 

They used to chuckle about that; it, like themselves is a hybrid.

It is quite large, twice Leo's height and easily ten of him in length. For something reminiscent of a pod, its size is puzzling.

The BigMac lands on its stubby little legs just as Queenie and Leo enter the hangar. The ships makes a series of noises as it shuts off.

"I got everything on your list," Gemini smiles as the windows cease and she jumps out onto the cold floor.

Her heritage is evident in her black, epicanthic eyes. She has the palest skin, but her descendant of the engineer Tiberian is clearly shown in the form of her unnaturally-coloured mauve hair.

"That was quick," Leo comments, rounding the back to where the cargo ramp slides out. He runs up into the ship, as if forgetting his statement.

"Yeah, it was weird. I was feeling that pull again, you know? To Arus. Thought I should get out quick."

"Makes sense."