Prepare for landing.

The day had come. The landing platform was finally complete. Today would be the day that the Blades of Marmora transfer their base to Mystacor. As soon as the platform was completed, preparations began. All the volunteer workers were thanked and taken to safety, away from the platform. The Blades moved in unison, each doing their part to prepare for the coming of the Dagger.

"Move! Move! Move! We are on the clock! Transfer shall commence in for doboshes! Let's go!" Kolivan orders, directing his men to their tasks. "Diego, sector three needs a hand! Jex, be careful with moving that equipment! Three and a half doboshes!" Kolivan orders as he sees a carriage land near him, Luna flying out and heading to him.

"Commander, I'm here to help. Celestia is informing the citizens of what is happening." She says.

"Good. If you wish to help, sector five is available." Kolivan says, pointing at the area mentioned.

"Understood." Luna says, flying over to the area. Suddenly, a large section of the sky loses colour, as though it was carved away.

«Commander Kolivan, do you read me?» Kolivan hears on his communicator.

"Loud and clear, sub-commander. Estimated time of arrival?" He responds.

«T- three doboshes, commander.» The sub-commander answers.

"Copy. Continue procedures. Out." Kolivan says, disengaging his communicator.

Notice: Estimated arrival of the Dagger: T- 2 doboshes, 34 ticks.

Understood. I think, moving a large claw-like machine away from the main platform.

~~Today's the day.~~ I say, awaiting the arrival.

Notice: Spacial corridor integrity: 100%. Odds of transfer failure: 0.01%. T- 1 dobosh, 76 ticks.

Today is definitely going to be busy. Checking the troops, making my way to the platform and now helping with the final stretch. Today is a big day, that's that's for sure. I think as I use my magic to help the other Blades carry equipment away from the platform. The hole in the sky was a surprise but I've learned to roll with it. Hard to surprise someone that's friends with a sentient super robot.

The technology here is astounding, truly. As I helped teleport the rebels throughout the area, I thought of all that had happened since my return.
So many new things. For a moment, I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. The feeling was familiar. The sensation of anticipation I felt from it was almost welcome. I knew that I would be ready for anything that came my way.

"1 dobosh! All the equipment has been removed! All Blades, Diego and princess Luna, move to the observation shelter!" Kolivan orders as the corridor begins to enlarge. I fly to the observation shelter.

«Engaging transfer. We'll see you when we get there.»

"Affirmative." Kolivan says, turning and moving towards the large building adjacent to the landing platform. Entering the building, he sees the amassed number of Blades and various different humans. Standing next to me, he begins counting. "Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One!" For a moment, all is silent.

Then the corridor suddenly pulses, a massive jagged knife-like space station appearing in orbit.

"Wow." Shining says, entranced by the black marvel of technology.

"Truly a spectacle." Luna says, many of the others in the building agreeing with her. The Blades look on with recognition and relief.

"Alright, no time for talking. Blades, as soon as the Dagger is in place, begin docking procedure Alpha. " Kolivan says, the Blades getting ready to move. The landing platform comes alive, massive arms extending upwards as the Dagger enters the atmosphere. The citizens stare in awe. Suddenly, thrusters on the sides of the Dagger ignite, slowing it down and guiding it towards the platform.

A few ticks later, the arms of the platform grab onto the sides of the Dagger as the center of it opens up to a myriad of different machines. The arms of the platform guide the tip of the Dagger into place, the machines inside forming into supports. In less than a dobosh, the Dagger is held in place and completely resting on the platform.

"Landing successful." Kolivan declares. The crowd of citizens all cheer as the blades make their way out, heading to the Dagger.

~~Need a hand with unpacking?~~ I ask the commander.

"No, that will not be necessary. If there is a problem, I shall call for you." Kolivan says.

~~Alright. I'll be here if you need me.~~ I say, looking out the window at the large monolithic machine.

"Thank you. …And…" Kolivan trails off, looking at me intently. "Come see me this afternoon. I shall be in my quarters in the Dagger. Ask Yarak or Zur to show you the way." Kolivan tells me.

~~Gotcha. Talk to you at five?~~ I ask him.

"Six. Come see me at six." He answers.

~~Alright. See you then.~~ I tell him.
Guess it's time for us to have that talk. I think, remembering the important conversation I had with him weeks ago.

Looking at the Dagger as the Blades reunite and start working together, carrying and shipping multiple machines and supplies.

"Do you know what those big things they're moving are?" Shining asks me.

~~No. Lemme check. Voltron?~~

Analysis: machines unknown. Scan of structure reveals Fast Than Light transport technology.
Those don't look like ships.

Response: Affirmative. Continuation: Machines appear to be transport bays, capable of sending enclosed capsules or medium sized ships across ultra-long distances at FTL speed.

~~So they're fast travel machines?~~ I ask.

Answer: Mostly. FTL bays appear to only possess one way travel.

~~So it's a machine that can send other stuff to places but can't bring them back?~~

"A one way teleporter?" Shining asks.

Response: That is correct.

~~So we can send things places but then they have to come back themselves. I guess that can have uses.~~

"I can think of a few." Luna says, raising her hands to her chest level. "Transportation of resources, refugee travel, long duration scouting missions and if it can transport ships, ambushes and transportation of backup for existing ships or outposts." Luna counts on her fingers.

"That does sound useful." Shining agrees.

~~And it looks like they're testing them. Look.~~ I say, pointing at an area to the side of the platform, closer to the Quintessence Forest. There, it looks like a FTL bay has been deployed and they are using it. A pair of Blades places a large box in the center of the archway-esque machine, it glowing bright purple as the Blades move away.

The box suddenly disappears in a white flash, the Blades standing still for a moment before raising their hands in celebration. Three ticks later, the box reappears, this time with another box next to it. Again, the rebels celebrate.

"Well, it looks like the machine works. And it also looks like these aren't the only ones there are. There must be more of them in Galran space." Shining says.

~~Probably at their bases. It will definitely make getting to Galran space easier and maybe even faster too.~~

"Definitely. Anyway, I should probably get going." Shining says, his horn glowing.

~~What's up? Something important?~~ I ask him.

"Date with Cadence. We haven't had one in forever so tonight, I'm taking her out dancing." Shining smiles.

~~Oh. Well, have fun on your date.~~ I say, Luna parroting me.

"Thanks." Shining says before he vanishes. I continue looking out the window, Luna standing to my right with a smile on her face.

Notice: …
Voltron? Something wrong buddy?

Response: Disregard previous notice. False data deselected.
Alright, if you say so. I think, a little confused by Voltron's sudden stutter.

Analysis: Unknown quintessence fluctuation detected. Source: Princess Luna.

Six o'clock. It turns out, the hallways in the Dagger are extremely complicated. Yarak says it takes weeks of training just to get used to the layout. Thankfully, a combination of Yarak guiding me and Voltron memorising the layout will help later. I stand in front of the door to Kolivan's quarters. I knock.

"Enter, Diego." Kolivan says from the other side. Kolivan's room is surprisingly small, only having a bed, desk, wardrobe and what looks like it's own restroom. The walls barely had anything on them except a pair of star maps.

~~So.~~ I say.

"So." Kolivan says, sitting at his desk. I take the large seat across from him. "I have taken what you informed me of to heart."

~~I'm glad to hear that.~~

"I shall make this brief. I do not care about what you said. There are things about… Legendary Defender, was it? There are things about Legendary Defender that are worth noting. The Alteans, Lotor, Haggar, the Komar. But, other than these things possibly occurring, I have decided that Legendary Defender and this universe do not concern each other.

Yes, there are undeniable similarities between the two but that means nothing if the events of Legendary Defender have not or do not happen here. We shall stay alert for anything the galra do, just as we did before. If these events come to pass, we shall fight them just as we fight the galra. That is all. Do you understand?"

Scaultrite ~~clear, commander. The only thing that matters is defeating the Galra. If they throw something familiar at us, we use our knowledge to deal with it. If not, I will face them like I have before.~~

"And I will be glad to have you on my side." We both say in unison. Suddenly, we both hear a commotion outside. Suddenly, the door to Kolivan's quarters is urgently knocked on.

"Enter." Kolivan says, the door opening.

"Commander, we've received another distress call." A woman says.

"From where?" Kolivan asks.

"The Burrowgaia base." She answers.

"The dense weather planet? The galra must be trying to strengthen their hold on the galaxy. We need to send troops there before they entrench themselves." Loopbaan says, standing up.

~~Send me.~~ I say.

"I will have to issue an order again for the Blades to mobilize to Bega Ganna."

~~The Burrowgaia base, I understand. Will I have to transmit it?~~

"No. With the Dagger here, we have the capability to send long range messages now. The Fast travel bays should be becoming operational. Use one of them to get to Bega Ganna."

~~Understood. I'll go there now.~~ I say, passing by the woman who delivered the message and heading for the docking bay, the winding corridors as familiar to me as the wings on my back.

Author's Note

What's this? This are afoot! But what? Why? When? What?

Come back next time for some answers.