The Fallout

There were only three things Lance knew before he moved the controls and sped towards the Blue Lion.

The shield was broken; their only protection against the giant Galra warship was gone. His fingers held on with a vice grip and he urged Red on to go faster. Come on girl, please.

They had an Ion canon, a fully charged one that would be shooting any second now. Time was running out; he was nearly there. So close.

The shot was aimed directly at the Blue Lion, and her armament wouldn’t be enough to defend the pilot inside. Lance barely managed to ram Blue out of the way before the blinding light reached her.

His world slowed, seconds turning into hours when everything around him started burning. He knew two more things then.

Allura would survive.

He would not.