Chapter Text
"Maternal"
Krolia was watching her kit pilot the ship away from...well, it wasn't her base anymore, and after the weapon finished off Trugg and her fleet, it wouldn't be theirs either. She supposed it would be considered abandoned then. It didn't really matter in the long run. She had more important issues to deal with. How did her kit get into space, and why was he wearing a Blade uniform? She suppressed the urge to growl. Kolivan had a lot to answer for.
Keith breathed a sigh of relief as the shooting stopped. He knew he could avoid the lasers. What made him uneasy was the Blade he was sent to extricate. She acted so familiar with him, and if he was honest with himself, she seemed familiar to him as well. Who was she? He knew her name was Krolia, and she was a high ranking member of the Blade of Marmora that had been undercover for eighteen deca-phoebes, but then, why did she seem familiar?
"We're far enough away. They stopped firing at us." Keith slid his seat back and stood up to face Krolia.
Krolia reached behind her and grabbed ahold of his knife, holding it in her hands and offering it back to him. "I should give this back to you."
Keith took it and sheathed it as he asked, "How were you able to use it?"
Krolia closed her eyes for a tick before she looked at Keith and answered, "Because it used to be mine before I gave it to your father."
Keith's left eyebrow raised a fraction of a tick before his eyes widened in realization. "You're my mom?"
"Yes. I didn't think we would meet under these circumstances. How did you end up in space and wearing a Blade uniform, kit?"
Keith cocked his head. "What's a kit?"
Krolia frowned. "Don't tell me Kolivan doesn't know your age."
Keith shrugged. "I don't know if he does or not. We encountered a member of the Blade, Ulaz, who directed us to meet up with the rest of the group, which we did a little later. When we did, I had to go through the Trials to unlock my, well, our knife."
"Who's 'we', kit?"
"Before I answer that, what's a kit?"
"Kit is the term for a Galran child. Galra live longer than humans do, so you would still be considered a kit."
"Oh."
"So, who's the 'we' you mentioned?"
"I was a Paladin of Voltron before joining the Blades full time."
"A Paladin? Which lion did you pilot? Was it the Blue one?"
"No. I used to pilot Red and then Black when we temporarily lost our leader, but he's back now, so I can work with the Blades."
"When you piloted Black, who piloted Red?"
"The Blue Paladin, Lance, went to Red, and Princess Allura was accepted by Blue."
"Why did you leave though, kit?"
"I wasn't a good leader, and the Blades needed my help. In any case, that's the past. Right now, you're here. I thought I was going to be pissed at you for leaving me and Pop, but I'm just so happy that you're finally here." Keith closed the distance between them and hugged her fiercely.
Krolia tentatively wrapped her arms around her kit, something she thought she'd never be able to do again. She buried her nose in his hair, her nose detecting the same scent he had back on Earth with a few new scents to go with it. She couldn't identify some, but she did recognize a few. "You have a pack on base?"
"Yeah. At headquarters, Kolivan, Antok, Thace, Ulaz, and Regris refused to let me sleep on my own and let me join their pack."
"Ulaz is part of your pack, and none of them know your age?"
"I guess there's no time for that discussion in between all the missions."
"That's no excuse. We need to get to headquarters, and I need to have a discussion with those boys."
Keith went to step away to sit back in the pilot's seat but found that he couldn't because Krolia was still hugging him. "Uh, Mom, could you let go?"
"In a moment, kit. Let me have this."
Fin