⋆🪢° Stranded ·

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Allura and Coran had discovered a strange planet pulsing on the edge of the star map — a world that hadn’t existed there the day before. No recorded history, no coordinates, no trace of ever being charted. It was as if the universe had quietly slipped a new marble onto the board and hoped no one would notice.

Naturally, they noticed.

If an entire planet had gone unseen for this long, Allura reasoned, its inhabitants might be advanced enough to help turn the tide against the Galra Empire. Coran agreed, already imagining ancient technologies and forgotten creatures that could become powerful allies.

So Team Voltron suited up.

The castle hummed with energy as the Paladins sprinted to their lions, armor locking into place with familiar clicks. Shiro led the formation, his voice steady over the comms as they descended toward the mysterious world.

But the moment they breached the atmosphere, everything went wrong.

A violent gust of wind slammed into them — not natural, not random, but something forceful and deliberate. The lions were torn apart like leaves in a storm, each one flung in a different direction. Their comms crackled, then died.

Keith’s lion spiraled downward, alarms blaring, until it crashed hard against the planet’s surface. When he finally groaned awake, the cockpit lights were dark. Systems offline. Completely dead.

“That’s... not normal,” he muttered, pushing himself up.

He forced the hatch open and stepped outside — and froze.

The landscape looked like someone had taken a child’s sugar-fueled imagination and stretched it across an entire continent. Candy ropes hung from crystalline trees. Cotton candy clouds drifted lazily overhead, shedding faint pink mist that clung to his armor. The air tasted sweet, almost unnervingly so.

Keith tapped the side of his helmet, trying to force a connection.

“Guys? Anyone? This place is... weird. We might need Voltron.”

Static answered him.

He groaned, ripped off his helmet, and tossed it onto the ground. The sound was swallowed instantly by the thick, syrupy atmosphere.

Then he noticed it.

Water.

Everywhere.

Massive lakes shimmering like liquid bubblegum. Oceans stretching out in impossible colors — turquoise, lavender, rose-gold. Rivers winding through the candy terrain like glossy ribbons.

Keith stared, jaw tightening.

“Seriously?!”

His voice echoed across the sugary shoreline, swallowed by the strange, sparkling world that clearly had no intention of making this easy.