Voltron's Executioner

Another year had passed. Hunk and Shay were happily married and now expecting. Everyone was ecstatic at the news. Matt, Lance, Romelle and a large amount of the small crew aboard had even placed bets on gender. Matt and Romelle going with boy and Lance siding with girl.

Keith was rolling his eyes at the gambling. He wasn't even shocked, just disappointed in how unsecretive they were doing it. Hunk and Shay were practically beside them! What would Voltron do if they had to be spies? Keith's personal answer was fail, then get killed. Not something he would like to happen.

Lights flickered.

Romelle excused herself to go check the crystal and all other power systems they had on the giant ship that was deemed, thick? Or was it thicc. It made no sense to the Texan. After all, he had more important things to worry about than earth lingo such as leading Voltron or helping his brother grieve over his Fiancé.

It was a hard thing to lose someone you love, Keith knew it all to well. But he didn't have to leave right after a fight, then pretend to a group of teenagers life was perfect for well over a year of space travelling meaning multiple on earth. Luckily, Shiro was doing, better. For someone though who was all for telling people to talk about feelings he really kept them inside.

He stood around, with minimal talking mostly towards Allura when he realized Romelle had been gone for nearly an hour. Nothing could be so bad to take that long. And if it was then she'd need help. Keith left the little party to find her.

Finally, he found the correct room. But instead of finding Romelle, he found her corpse. There were bruises down her arm, in the shape of hands and curled fingers. It looked as if her head got cut either from a weapon or blunt trauma. A line was across her throat, it was deeper then long however.

Keith looked away from the dead Altean. That was something even worse. On the table was a tounge. There was enough reason to believe it was hers.

Someone was on the ship and killed Romelle.

What if it was a spy and she caught them. What if one of Lotor's men got aboard.

Stepping around the body that had blood still flowing slowly from it into a puddle on the floor, Keith locked down the ship and turned on the speaker. "Attention everyone. Ship is on lock down. There is a hostile enemy aboard."

He didn't even want to see everyone's reactions. The questions. What were they going to do? Why kill Romelle! She didn't deserve it. No one on the Atlas deserved it. So why kill them. "Damn it. How did they get on board!"

A voice cleared behind him. It was scratchy as it spoke. He was unsure of even what species it would be since it sounded more like a computer program that screws with the voice talking into the speaker. "That answer is easy. The defence coding to stop hackers is awful on this ship."

Keith had his fist up and facing the opponent as soon as he could move. They were wearing a helmet that blocked out their face. It was mostly purple and orange like other higher ups in Lotor's army but there was a strong presence of a murky green. "Who the hell are you!"

Instead of an answer, the stranger pushed and down and went for a jab. With little choice Keith ducked to which they responded the a knee to his face. A crack could be heard and blood dripped onto the floor by the corpse. "Here I heard that the pilot for the black lion was the best at fighting. I'm disappointed."

"Who the hell are you!" shouted the paladin as the pair resumed their match of sparring.

Besides whatever the program did to the voice, it was clear. Chilling. Almost as if the killer had been waiting to introduce themselves. Almost as if they took pride in watching Keith's face fall. "I am Lotor's Executioner. I've been sent to rid of Voltron, paladin."