Voltron: Legendary Defender

Zarkon! How did he find us?

His commanders must have radioed him from Olkarion.

We need to wormhole, now! Everyone to your stations.

We've got to put some distance between us and Zarkon.

This could be the fight of our lives.

That's sure a lot of fighters.

Allura, can you evade these fighters?

We can't have them following us through the wormhole.

I can try.

Keith, Lance, let's lay down some covering fire.

Lance, incoming, 12 o'clock high!

Got it!

- Hey! - Sorry! Gotta be quick!

- How's that for quick? - You...

Knock it off, you two! Stay in your zones!

- Yeah, Keith! - Keep calling out those fighters, Pidge.

Hunk, how are the defenses holding?

I don't know. Ten percent? Fifteen maybe?

Everything's a blur. I've been up too long. I have tired eyes!

I know we just came off an intense battle,

but we've got to stay focused, just until we jump.

And when is that?

They're still too close! We need to gain more speed!

I've got an idea! Hold on!

Allura, what are you doing?

I'm going to use this moon's gravity

to gain speed and put some distance between us and Zarkon.

We're clear to wormhole!

We got away from Zarkon, how come we're still on alert?

- Coran, what's going on? - Oh, no! Teludav lens malfunction!

We're about to exit this wormhole a lot sooner than we planned!

Whoa. Where are we? Looks like some sort of iceberg graveyard.

- Coran, what's the status? - Checking that now.

We didn't make it to our exit point,

but we're several galaxies from Zarkon's fleet.

- Allura! - Allura!

Oh, no, you look exhausted.

You must rest. You've been exerting way too much energy.

I'll go check on the main turbine and figure out what's going...

Whoa! Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Look, I tell you what, I've probably hit a slippery spot on the ground there.

Someone please wipe that up there!

You're sweating. You might have a case of the slipperies.

What? No! No, that's an old person virus, and I'm not old. I'm young.

Well, young-ish.

What are the slipperies?

It's a common Altean virus that occurs later in life.

It's not harmful and usually only lasts a couple of days,

but it causes one's body to secrete extremely slick fluid.

- Ew! - Gross!

Yes, it is gross, so it's a good thing I don't have it!

Coran, it's nothing to be embarrassed about.

I'm not embarrassed because I don't have it!

And, now, I'm actually going to leave because I've got to fix the main turbine!

Quiznak!

All right. Since Zarkon has no idea where we are,

this is the perfect time to focus on our next step.

Maybe we can find that secret group, the Blade of Marmora.

- Pidge, where are those coordinates? - Wait, hang on.

- I'm so tired, my brain's not working. - Yeah, neither is mine.

Hello, all. I've checked the engines.

That was fast.

Well, I slipped right down... I mean, hurried down.

Anyway, the good news is, the Galra fighter did minimal damage.

I flushed the turbine and it's fine.

The bad news is, the teludav,

or wormholer, as you Earthlings call it, is in bad shape.

Several scaultrite lens-stones

of the magnifying beam generator are cracked.

As you know, the magnifying beam generator uses a crystal

to convert Altean energy into usable fuel.

That supplies the power needed to wormhole.

Well, anyway, I need to remove the cracked lenses

and readjust their trajectory temporarily until we can replace them.

I'll also need to divert power to make up for the lost energy.

Anyway, it's going to take at least a quintant.

All right. We'll hide the ship and get some rest

while Coran comes up with a work-around.

Tomorrow, we'll be sharper and refocused.

Huh?

What the heck do you think you're doing?

Allura said there's a pool. I'm gonna go check it out.

- What do you think you're doing? - Same thing.

Look, you stay on one side of the pool and I'll stay on the other,

and we'll be far, far away from each other.

Very... far... away.

- Hm? - Uh...

I thought you were exhausted. Why are you making cookies?

Because baking clears my head, Pidge. Okay?

I thought you were gonna help Coran with the wormholer.

One mention of the slipperies and he got all sensitive and kicked me out.

I hate not being able to read Altean. What is this stuff?

Are you sure you're making food?

You're gonna try and tell me that these aren't cookies?

Okay, I might have overcooked them.

Wait, where you going? You don't want to wait for the next batch?

It's right, then left. You're off.

- You're off! And shoving too hard! - You're not shoving hard enough!

- I should be at the pool right now! - Would you stop whining?

Huh?

- Look! - Huh?

Huh?

- What the heck? - Stupid Altean pools.

Welcome to introductory Altean.

Awesome! I'm finally gonna learn the Altean language!

Level, beginner. Safety, off.

Safety? That's weird.

Klanmüirl.

Klan-mural.

Hm? Uh, what's that?

Klanmüirl.

Klan-mirl?

Klanmüirl! Klanmüirl!

Huh?

Xznly Squiwl.

Oh, quiznak.

What are you doing here? You should be resting.

I cannot sleep. Zarkon is out there. He's searching for us.

I know how you feel, but you have to step away for a while.

It's what's best for everyone.

We are several galaxies away. How could they find us so soon?

Oh, no! My good batch!

Huh?

Particle barrier up!

- Coran, are you there? - I'm here!

- Over here! Whoa, whoa, whoa! - Zarkon is back! What's our status?

Wormholing will be a problem. The lenses haven't been readjusted!

I don't know if the teludav will generate enough power.

- Do everything you can! - They found us again?

How is that possible? Is that possible? That doesn't seem possible!

Right now, we must figure out a way to get out of here.

Or we can stay and fight. Now's our chance.

Form Voltron. Enough running!

It's too dangerous!

Allura's right. We can't take on Zarkon and his entire fleet.

Remember what happened at Zarkon's command center.

We wouldn't have escaped if the Blade of Marmora hadn't shut down the shield.

The turbine's up. Still working on the worm...

Uh, guys,

I think I'm realizing now that I do, in fact, have a case of the slipperies.