Voltron: Legendary Defender

Somewhere inside Sendak's memories we should be able to find

the inside information that gives us the key to take down Zarkon.

I don't think your father would approve of searching through an enemy's memories.

I know, but we have to do everything we can to defeat Zarkon.

Once we learn all his weaknesses,

we can drive up to his front door and challenge him to a fight.

Winner gets the universe.

Anything good yet, Pidge?

We were only able to salvage bits and pieces.

We need something to work with.

Right now, we don't even have a decent map of the empire.

Who needs a map? After 10,000 years of conquering,

I could probably fire my bayard at any random point in space

and hit a Galra ship.

If we could just find troop locations or supply routes,

small targets we could hit-and-run,

then we could start to free planets one by one.

Boring. I want the big kaboom.

Zarkon's been building his empire for 10,000 years.

We're not going to tear it down overnight

with five inexperienced pilots and one support ship.

Hitting him where he lives would be a huge mistake.

Okay, I've cross-referenced Sendak's memories

with the info I got from the downed ship back on Arus.

Most of it was a garbled mess, but one thing kept repeating,

something called a "Universal Station."

Universal Station?

Like, the kind of station that controls the entire universe?

Well, we are translating it from Galra, so it could also be "Galactic Hub."

Or "Space Base"!

What?

I'm pulling up the location of your Universal Hub Station Base

on our screens now.

So, where is it?

I don't know.

Our long-range sensors are unable to find anything at those coordinates.

Maybe he remembered it wrong.

Or maybe we just stumbled across a top-secret base in Sendak's memories.

Only one way to find out. Let's go take a look.

We should be close enough to get a good scan,

but far enough away to avoid being noticed.

There it is.

It appears the gravitation between the two planets

warps the electron emission spectrum enough

to keep the planet off the deep space scanners.

So, you can only see it if you really know where to look.

This place must handle shipments from all over the Galra Empire.

If this is some big airport where shipments come and go, why is it hidden?

There must be more to this than we're seeing.

Then, we'd better go down to take a look. We'll need to enter here:

the central control building.

I'm sorry, Princess, did you say "we"?

I'm going with you.

I've traveled through the Galra transportation hubs many times

with my father before the war began.

I know more about them than any of you.

Princess, I'd rather you stay here.

I'm a part of this fight against Zarkon as much as anyone. I'm going.

Does anyone have a problem with that?

Uh...

Fine. Suit up.

Huh?

We'll go in low, fast, and hopefully undetected.

Coming around the dark side of the nearest planet

should keep them from getting a visual on us.

Thanks to Pidge's modifications to the Green Lion,

we'll have 30 seconds of cloaking.

I can flood their short-range sensors with a radiation burst.

That should buy you a minute or so, while they assume it's cosmic interference.

But, after that, it's up to you to be out of sight.

Interference clear in three, two, one.

- Psst! Hey! - Hmm?

-How's it look out there? -All clear.

This shouldn't take too long.

We'll have all the information we need in a few minutes.

-Hunk and I have made some improvements

since the last time I tried to download Galra info.

We should get a nice, clean translation immediately.

Hunk had a great idea about how to do it.

Do you guys remember when we studied algorithms at the Garrison,

and Mr. York told us that joke about the ghost learning symbolic logic

and innumerably infinite sets?

Boring!

Right, yeah, totally, it was boring.

Anyway, the joke goes--

Hey, guys, sorry to interrupt, but I think we got company.

-Think we should get out of here? -We just need a few more seconds.

Stay low. We need this intel.

Get down!

Huh?

He's still looking. I think he's waiting for a signal or something.

I got it.

Whew.

-Nice job, Hunk. -Thanks.

-Okay, download complete. -What's it say?

Nothing. This place doesn't have any useful information.

Just a schedule of the ships coming in and out.

-Well, I guess this mission was a bust. -Let's get back to the Castle.

Hold on. Pidge, do you know where that ship is headed?

Um, it's scheduled to be here for about a half an hour,

then head off to Central Command.

That's where they have the information we need,

and I'm going to sneak aboard that ship and get it for us.

-What? No way! -How are you going to get in?

I'm going to walk right through the front.

How the heck did you do that?

The Alteans are a chameleon-like people

who can blend in with the local populations.

It's the ability that's made us great explorers and diplomats

throughout our history.

So, can you turn into, like, a balloon?

How many different colors can you be at once?

Aren't you afraid you'll rip your pants?

No, just one at a time, and I will need a change of costume.

-I can use his uniform as a disguise. -I can't let you go in there alone.

Excuse me? I do not need your permission.

It's too dangerous. I'm going in with you.

You will stick out like a Choferiak's nose.

You're going to need that nose, Princess.

Shiro's hand is made from Galra tech. It's the only thing we have

that will allow us to interface with their systems and gather intel.

I can monitor the download remotely from here.

-Fine, you can come. -Uh, you guys better hurry up

if you want to get on and off before the ship leaves for Zarkon central.

How are you going to get Shiro on board?

Halt.

Move along.

Whew.

They're in.

What do you think they have in all those giant containers?

Well, I suspect that it's sporks.

This is an advanced race we're talking about here.

Surely, they've learned that it's foolish to have forks and spoons

when one tool will efficiently do the job.

Maybe this guy will tell us. What is coming in and out of this station?

Interrogation detected. Initiating lockdown.

Not talking, eh?