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The streets were bustling with beings of all ages, species, and classes. They all gathered in the harbor to see one thing and one thing only. Sitting in the waters in all of its glory was "Voltron." It was one of the grandest ships that have ever existed in this reality. To be more specific, it was a cruise liner that was built and designed by a company called "Altea Tech." The Alteans seemed to have advanced technology far into the future. With advancements like this everyone is looking forward to the future. There was not a single soul that was thinking of the past.
With the whole city crowding into the harbor it was nearly impossible to travel anywhere by car. After sitting in the never-ending stream of pedestrians, the car was ordered to come to a complete stop. A few people stepped out of the vehicle. The first to step out was a young man. A young, human man. He was on the smaller, slimmer side but he was not petite. He had raven black bangs that framed his face. Then rest of his hair was pulled into a small ponytail. He had a sharp jawline, lavender irises, and a pale, creamy complexion. The young man wore a white suit that had small black lines running through it and a violet tie.
The next person that stepped out of the car was another man. This one was of Galra and Altean heritage. He had light purple skin, white flowing hair, and pointed ears at the side of his head. He was tall, charming and handsome. His entire appearance screamed "Classy, Rich Man." The long tailcoat, the perfect complexion, the silky, well managed hair. He was what every man of his class should look like.
The last to step out of the vehicle was a middle aged Galra woman. Like all Galra she had purple skin, but on both sides of her face she had unique darker marks. Her hair was also well kept. It was a deep violet shade on the top half. On the bottom half the purple from the top merged into a lighter pink. Her eyes were yellow, but her irises were a shade of lavender.
"Lotor, I don't see what all the fuss is about," the smaller man said indifferently. "It doesn't look any bigger than any of the other ships we've been on."
"You can be indifferent about anything else, Keith, but not about Voltron. It's much longer than any other ship and it's far more luxurious," The taller man said. He then turned to the woman next to him. "Your son is far too hard to impress, Krolia."
She chuckled half-heartedly at that. She then turned to stare at the ship in front of her. "So this is the ship they say is unsinkable-"
"It is unsinkable!" the Lotor cut in. "The gods themselves could never sink this ship!"
An employee approached the group. "Sir! You need to check you baggage through the main terminal!" He yelled over the crowd.
Lotor look displeased for a moment then took out a wad of cash and handed it to the employee. "I put my faith in you good sir. Now, kindly see my assistant, Acxa." He gestured behind them where a young Galra woman stood. She had short blue-ish hair and bangs that hung over the left side of her face.
The employee looked at the bundle of money that was put into his hand. "Oh, yes sir! It's my pleasure, sir. If you need anything at all-"
He was cut off by Acxa. "Right. Take all the baggage from this car here, 12 from that car, and the safe and bring it up to suites B-52, 56 and 58." It was a lot to take up to the ship and Acxa almost felt bad for the employee, but didn't. She figured that this was his job, just like how it's her job to listen and follow Lotor's orders.
A loud whistle blew to single that it was almost time for the ship's departure. Lotor then turned to Keith and Krolia. "Come on, we better hurry now." So the trio made their way through the crowd to find stairway that led into the ship. As the group approached the stairs Keith was filled with a sense of dread.
'Ship of dreams my ass,' he thought bitterly. This ship was bringing him to the end of his life. He was stuck as a slave to a man he never will love. After this ship crosses the ocean he will lose all freedom. He'll become the face of a huge corporate industry, the spouse of another heir, and just another lifeless robot to society. One the outside, Keith was everything a young, brought up man should have been. But on the inside he was looking for a way out of the life he was born into. He linked arms with Lotor as they made their way up to the ship.
Outside of all the chaos that this ship was causing was bar, and in that bar four men sat at a table playing a game of poker. On one side of the table sat two humans and on the other side were two avians. The avians were almost like humans except for the beaks and the bright, colorful wings on their backs. One of the humans on the other side was tall, almost lanky. He had warm sun-kissed skin and short brown hair. The other was larger in size, but around the same height as the other. He was tan as well. His hair was longer, borderline shaggy.
As the game progressed, small conversations were made between the two avians in their native tongue. It made the two men wonder what they could possibly be scheming. ("Why did you bet our tickets?" "It's not like we're gonna lose," "If we lose I'm gonna beat the life out of you,")
The larger human looked over at his partner. "Lance, you're betting everything we have," he said in a hushed tone, trying to hide his worry. "Are you s-"
"Don't worry so much, Hunk," Lance replied. "Besides, when you got nothing to start with, you got nothing to lose."
Lance brought his attention back to the game and heard a quiet 'Oh, boy' from Hunk. The game continued and it soon ended without any inconveniences. "Alright, guys," Lance spoke up, "It's the moment of truth. Someone's life is about to change. Hunk?"
Hunk threw down his cards onto the table. "Nothing,"
Lance then looked at the two avians who shook their heads in response. Lance sighed. "Uh-oh. Hunk, I'm sorry-"
"W-what do you mean you're sorry?! You bet everything we have-"
"I'm sorry! Our lives are gonna change drastically from now on," Lance started smirking. "'Cause we're starting a new life across the ocean!" He threw down his cards aggressively. "Full House!"
Hunks angry expression faded into one of excitement. The two high-fived and cheered as the avians across the table were fuming. In the midst of the excitement one of the avians turned to his partner and started beating him up.
"Hey!" The bartender called out. "You two aren't going anywhere. Voltron is. And it's leaving in five minutes."
"Oh shit!" Lance grabbed the tickets and the stuffed the money they won into a small over the shoulder bag. The pair then sprinted through the crowd of people all the way to the main terminal. The stairs were just being pulled away from the ship when the two ran up them yelling 'Wait! Stop!'.
"We're passengers!" Lance panted as he handed the two tickets to the ticket collector. He looked at them skeptically but let them pass. They continued to run all the way up to the first deck of the ship. Lance grabbed onto the railing and waved 'Goodbye' back to the crowd.
"Wait, do you know anyone out there?"
"No, of course not! That's not the point!" Lance continued to wave and shout as the ship started to leave the harbor. Hunk shrugged and joined in on the waving and yelling. The crowd cheered almost as loud as the passengers did. They were all witnessing the maiden voyage of what seemed to be the ship of the future. The cheering didn't die down until the tiny harbor was out of sight and they were on their journey across the sea.