(Kibra smiles at her father.)

Shiro: Try and catch some sleep.

Clover: Yeah, try...There's no way we're getting any decent sleep.

Scarlett: You can sleep in our room again tonight if you want.

Karma: I think we need it.

Kibra: Agreed.

Shiro, smiling sadly: Goodnight. I'll tell the others you're asleep.

(He closes the door and no-one else gets up. They just sit and lay there, silent in their own thoughts. After a few minutes, Karma speaks.)

Karma: I can't believe it. Not just Shinka, but a load from the Garrison.

Clover: And they're building an army of them.

Kibra, sitting up: That-That could have been me. I was selected for that trip.

Scarlett: Already?! We had, like, two flight lessons together.

Kibra: I know. I thought it was wierd too. Maybe it's because I smashed my first simulation-not literally, I mean, I completed it.

Karma: You completed it too?!

Kibra: It wasn't that

Kibra/Karma: difficult.

Clover: I'll...get my stuff.

(He leaves abruptly and everyone else gets prepared for a rough night of sleep. A few hours later they are still wide awake.)

Clover: Everyone still awake?

Karma, Kibra & Scarlett: Yeah.

Scarlett: What if my boyfriend's been captured...?

Karma: Which one?

Scarlett: Hey!

Kibra: If you two want sleep, I suggest you stop talking.

Clover: Come on, Kibra. We all want sleep but it's not going to be easy thinking about all those people there. Suffering. While we lay idly by. (After a pause, sitting up) Oh my god.

Kibra: What?

Clover: Shiro said that we couldn't go in the lions because we'd be spotted, but-

Karma: -they have cloaking.

(They exchange looks with each other, and instantly dress into their paladin suits. They stop and nod, then sneak out. Footsteps echo down the hallway.)

Kibra, whispering sharply: Get behind me.

Allura, crying from around the corner: Lotor...I can't lose her again.

Lotor: And you won't. Trust me.

(Scarlett gives Karma a sad look, but they move on. Slav snores on the helm's control panel, and the paladins creep up to the elevator platforms. Giving each other a last glance, they shoot down to their lions.)

Clover, inside the green lion: Hang on, who's gonna fly yellow?

Kibra, inside the black lion: We won't need to form Voltron as long as we're not noticed.

Karma, inside the red lion: But when we get there, where are we gonna put the lions?

Kibra, taking off: We'll think of something.

Scarlett, inside the blue lion: I hope so.

(The lions fly out into space, and Clover checks the nearest planets.)

Kibra: How far is Kerberos?

Clover: It's about three solar systems away.

Karma, sighing: Anyone bring food?

Clover: You underestimate my resource-carrying powers.

1 Solar System Away

Scarlett, sleepily: Are we there yet?

Karma: I swear if you ask that again, I'll shoot you myself.

Kibra: Guys. Now isn't the time to fight. We have to work together if we're going to save Shinka and our friends from the Garrison.

Scarlett: Correction-mine and your friends from the Garrison. Karma doesn't have any.

(Karma scowls.)

Clover: We're nearly there, just keep it together.

Scarlett: What was the plan again?

Karma, irritable: Come on, Scarlett! We've told you, like, three times already!

Kibra: We're going to-

Allura, suddenly through comms: -Come back here right now.

Clover: Oops.

(A wormhole appears behind the lions and the castle emerges from it.)

Scarlett: Princess, we were just-

Coran, through comms: -Sneaking out in the lions to save your friends in the heavily guarded Galra headquarters with no way to form Voltron.

Scarlett: ...Yeah.

Allura, through comms: There is no way in the universe that is committed. But- you put your friend's needs above your own danger, which is both very stupid...and very brave. We didn't want to rush into it because we didn't have a plan, and we know how powerful the Galra can be. We see you're ready, and now so are we. So let's go.

Kibra: Thank you princess.

Scarlett: Allon-sy!

Karma: Did you really just say 'allon-sy'?!

Scarlett, sarcastic: Yeah, didn't you hear me? I can say it again if y-

Karma: -No.

Allura, through comms: Paladins, please.

Kibra: Allura's right. Don't ruin the teamwork.

Clover: Alright, we're near Kerberos.

Lotor, under his breath: Here we go.

Galra Headquarters Lab, Kerberos

(Shinka lays on a testing table while a galra officer secures the straps on her wrists. Many other Galra stand in the room, including guards outside.)

Shinka, unafraid: What are you planning to do to me?

Galra Officer, almost spitting: I don't talk to prisoners.

Shinka, raising her voice: I don't think any of you recall that I am your princess.

Galra Officer, moving on to her other wrist: You were never our princess.

Shinka: I've been your princess for as long as I've lived.

Zethrid, walking inside and removing her helmet: You have been our princess. But we never requested a half breed. Especially one of Altean blood. Lotor made a mistake.

Shinka, scanning her face: Yes. He did.

Zethrid: If you want to make this easier for yourself, I suggest you do as I say. Shut your pretty little mouth now.

Shinka, after a pause: You think I'm pretty?

Zethrid: (scoffs) You remind me a lot of him.

(She steps away, just as the officer walks over to tighten Shinka's ankle bounds. Before he can, she kicks him in the face, headbutts another galra and eventually knocks them all down. Zethrid strolls towards her, and holds her legs down tightly, not releasing her grip-no matter how much Shinka writhes around.)

Zethrid, smirking: Hmm. So you are strong-didn't really help much earlier, did it?! But tell me. Are you our Galra Warrior...or a you an Altean Princess?