You were the moon, I was the wave
Pulled me out, pushed me away
It’s how we danced
Isn’t it amazing?
(…)
Why couldn’t I make you want to leave the world behind?
Our ship is stuck in a bottle
Let’s break the glass tonight
I’ll be your after glow, your sweetness and your light
I’ll be the chemical that helps you sleep at night
We’re stardust, you and I
I’m going to present to you a theory that’s probably already
been theorized, but with more evidence from s2: Earth is already being
controlled by the Galra through the Garrison.
We know that aliens already know about Earth’s culture from the
Space Mall episode. I mean, aliens quite literally abducted our cows… and had
an Area 51 hat. And had video games. In a mall owned by the Galra. Look, I
don’t know how alien economics works, but they have to have some type of fascination
with Earth to be able to have a shop for it and aliens would actually have to
know what all of those items were for said shop to be successful. Imagine an
alien Earth fan club. That’s what this is.
And that brings me to Keith’s flashbacks, once in a nightmare…
and once while he was trying to the awaken the Blade of Marmora, where he was in his shack in Earth.
In both, Keith
is placed in a situation where he’s around marching Galra. In some shape or
form, Keith witnessed a Galra invasion. I don’t think that that’s going to be
the last time we see that image at all. It’s obviously related to Keith’s past,
but the Voltron team decided to draw this scene into two different settings:
one purely related to the Galra and one set in Earth. Keith has probably already
witnessed an alien genocide and is probably about to witness one again.
I mean, think about it. If you were Haggar or Prince Lotor or
whoever, how would you keep Voltron from running if they’re all humans? How
would you set the perfect trap that would definitely lure Voltron in?
The next time we see Earth, it’s probably going to be under
invasion by the Galra. There are two possibilities: (1) the Garrison will be on
their side or (2) the Garrison will see this as an act of war. Under both
situations, I doubt that the Garrison doesn’t know about the Galra and other
alien races. And, honestly, I see more validity in option 1.
Listen, throughout season one, we knew that the Garrison was
hiding something. Pidge obviously knew that they knew something about her
family, but she didn’t have enough time to figure out what it was. And that
means that the Garrison had to have known that this wasn’t a normal mission. In
normal circumstances, we wouldn’t have known what had happened and would have
ruled it out as an unfortunate death. But they knew more than enough to rule
out the cause of death as a pilot error.
Zarkon literally said that there was no place
on the universe where he couldn’t reach. While he may have meant that in a
militaristic way, I think he meant it in a quite literal way.
We already know that leaders can be corrupt, look at King Lubos.
The creators of Voltron made sure to mention that just because you’re a leader,
doesn’t mean you’re on the good side or that you would do anything and
everything for the benefit of your people.
And for the Garrison to be able to make a presence or for the
Galra to even think about asking the Garrison, they must have some type of
political control. Considering that they are one of the best schools for
training space cadets, I don’t think that this is too far off. We’ve only seen
the school aspect from our younger paladins. We haven’t seen the military
aspect. Considering that we don’t know the actual politics of future Earth, we
don’t know how screwed the government is. But I’d literally bet 100 bucks
that it’s going to represent the mess we have right now if I had the money.
So, I’m hoping that you don’t mean the ship, because it squicks me out (you do you though, if you are referring to the ship), and I kinda just went the older brother/little sibling roles.
Pidge did not enjoy being in a situation where their life was constantly at risk because of the executive decisions a bunch of morons made on a day to day basis. They didn’t care to be fired at by some weirdly furry alien species, they didn’t care to eat green space goo for every single meal, and most of all, they did not care to be censored during the amount of bullshit that was going on!
“Lance, get your head out of the clouds and move it!” Pidge heard Keith yell through the mics. They sighed, waiting for the inevitable retort that was going to come out of the Latino boy’s mouth, and almost grinned when proven correct.
Almost.
They honestly would have, if the Galran patrol ship wasn’t currently kicking Voltron’s ass. The very idea of smiling was blasted out the window when a well-aimed laser hit dead center and tipped the robot over.
That was the line. The straw that broke the camel’s back. Pidge snarled through their mic, “Are you fucking kidding me, guys?! Get your shit together, Lance! Keith, stop goading him and actually step up!”
Shiro piped in at long last. “Pidge is right. We need to work as a team and–”
The pilot’s voice cut out as the Galrans unloaded an arsenal on Voltron’s prone form. Pidge was done. Fortunately, so was the rest of the team, and they actually managed to get the ship destroyed in record time once they worked together.
Back in the hanger bay, the sandy-haired teen chucked off their helmet. “Goddamned son of a bitch!”
“Pidge, you okay?” The deep voice belonged to their leader, and Pidge sighed.
“We can’t keep doing this, Shiro. Every time we go out there, those two numb-nuts go out and fuck things up! They’re going to get us killed.”
“First of all, language.” Shiro staggered forward, flopping onto the floor next to his friend. Now that he was close enough, Pidge could see that he’d been hurt by the blast they’d taken earlier–likely from the feedback that sometimes happened inside the lions with enough damage. The older pilot leaned his head back against the wall. “Second of all, fuck!” The last was said as a hiss as he went limp and slid sideways into the younger pilot.
“Shiro?” Pidge was startled by the action and was about to call for help when Shiro chuckled.
“Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up…” Shiro’s laughter grew. “Tell me, what level of hell did we get stuck in here? Keith, I can handle. Lance, I can handle. Combine the two? Nope, we’re screwed.”
Pidge couldn’t help but agree. “Yep. Hmm…”
“Wait, no, I know that look. I swear to God…” Shiro buried his head in his friend’s shoulder. “If this is about drinking again, I’m going to open a wormhole to Earth myself and drag you by the ear to your mother.”
“I’m just saying, it’s not like anyone can enforce drinking ages out here.”
The Archery Range 