Le prime 187 righe.
High Priestess, you're needed.
Why hide the identity of those
who attacked your base?
Give us the information.
I'm telling you,
it must have been Lotor.
He appears to have no ability
to recall what happened.
No one can completely
wipe a memory away.
There are always remnants
deep within to claw out.
Why would Prince Lotor attack a base
when he could walk in and take
whatever he desires?
I don't know.
The prince was the one who
banished him to the Ulippa System.
He must be trying to stain
Prince Lotor's reputation.
Perhaps.
Continue the interrogation.
Excuse me! Coming through!
Just right in there.
They'll get you sorted out.
- Is that the last of them, Coran? - That's it.
A few hundred more souls looking for a new home.
A few hundred more soldiers
in the fight against the Galra.
Hey, Pidge is back.
Hey, everybody.
This is my brother, Matt.
Hey, everybody.
Matt, this is Hunk, Lance, and Coran.
Hey.
- Nice to meet you. - Pleasure.
And this is Princess Allura of Altea.
Whoa!
It is so wonderful to finally meet you, Matt.
Whoa! Oh, my goodness!
You are so beautiful!
It is my honor to meet you, Princess.
Shiro?
It's so good to see you, um, sir.
Oh.
Pidge never gave up on finding you.
Yeah, she can be pretty stubborn at times.
And I want you to know that all of us
will help you find your father.
- Thanks. - Matt,
this is the Castle of Lions.
- Whoa. Nice ship. - Let me take you on a tour.
I am pleased to see you back
on your throne again, sire.
I'm afraid that Lotor has not taken his duties
as heir to your empire seriously, My Lord.
Vast stretches of territory have fallen to Voltron
and a growing group of insurgents.
Your decision to place him on
the throne was ill-advised.
But no matter.
I am returned.
It is time to relieve my
wayward son of his duties.
This is where all the magic happens.
Whoa!
Impressive!
- This is where I sit. - Awesome!
And this opens up, and there's a zip
line that takes me to a speeder,
and that loads into my lion.
And this is where Allura stands.
And these little, glowy pillars rise up,
and then she uses Altean magic
that links her to that crystal,
and the crystal powers the ship,
and then she uses this thing called
a teludav to create wormholes!
This is our training room.
It has invisible walls, and you can fight robots!
This is our cow.
How did you get...? Whoa!
This is our kitchen.
Here's where the food goo comes out.
Hey, this is pretty goo... d. Mm!
And this is the lounge,
you know, where we just hang.
- Just Voltron Paladins hanging out. - Hey, hey!
I made celebratory milkshakes for you two!
Just a little welcome gift to Matt
from me and Kaltenecker. No big deal.
Fun fact about Alteans,
they don't get brain freeze.
Coran and Allura just totally hoovered
up their shakes in one slurp.
Uh, I've, uh, never seen anything like it before.
So, like, what have you been doing since
you got busted out of Galra prison?
I've been stationed at a listening outpost,
monitoring Galra radio chatter.
Are you serious?
Then you should totally check out
the Galra finder Pidge built.
We used it to track down
a Galra fleet and save a planet.
Hunk made the locator that led
us to the first Voltron Lion,
and we just built an upgraded
version of it to track Lotor.
Wow, Pidge. Dad would be
so proud if he could see what you've done here.
My Lord, we just received
a message from central command.
Emperor Zarkon requires
your presence immediately.
Very well. Prepare a ship.
Do you think he's onto us?
No, my father is simply ready
to return to the throne.
He can have it.
Our plans have not changed.
Narti, come with me.
The rest of you,
continue to oversee construction.
I will return shortly.
- Hello. - Hope we're not interrupting.
I don't believe we've
been properly introduced.
I am Princess Allura, and this is Coran.
Pleasure.
- Quite lovely in here. - Rather.
Is this, uh...?
Well, how do you find living on the Castle with us?
Pleasant, I hope.
Uh, if there's anything I can do to make
your stay here more to your liking,
please do not hesitate to ask.
It's her ship, so...
Uh, we were actually just enjoying
these milkshakes that you made for us.
Positively divine, really.
And, to be honest, we were wondering...
I don't want to impose at all, of course,
but if it wouldn't be too much bother...
Could we have some more, please?
Can he understand us?
I think he's been insulted.
We best just back away.
Well, we'll be off now!
Enjoy your, uh... area!
Welcome, Prince Lotor.
Please, follow me.
Father, it gives me such pleasure
that you've made a full recovery.
- You look stronger than I've ever... - Silence.
I did not bring you here to
waste time with your flattery.
You are relieved of your position,
effective immediately.
Lord, I beg you, do not discard me.
Let me stay by your side.
Your short reign will be regarded as a black spot
on the Galra Empire for years to come.
Of course, my efforts at ruling
the universe seem feeble
beside your inestimable accomplishments.
But, perhaps, if you were to train me,
I could learn.
You are no longer needed.
As you wish.
Something is amiss with Lotor.
I sensed a powerful energy on him
when he entered, something ancient.
He is no longer my concern.
Run the protocol to search for trackers.
Transpose the dynamics and
run that protocol again.
You think you can fool me, witch?
Destroy the bug.
This is a pretty sweet algorithm
for locating Galra targets
within a statistically
acceptable margin of error.
And I love that you color-coded it,
because what are we, animals?
Ugh, you two are definitely related.
Hunk, using the Fraunhofer lines to
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