It's not a good idea to mess with the death-face-laser.

~~Alright buddy, let's go ho-~~

Notice: Distress beacon detected. Origin: Galran squadron.

~~A Galran squadron is calling for help? That's a new one. Can you feed it through to me?~~

Response: I can. Feeding it through now.

~~Thank you Voltron.~~

You are welcome.

«-tion! I repeat! This is Outpost Sigma 18! This is a code black! The Weblum has returned and our ro-beast has failed! Attention! I repeat! This is-»

~~That sounds important. We better go check it out.~~

Response: Understood. Retracing signal: …Signal located. Outpost Sigma 18 marked. Voltron says as I see an icon of a lion's face appear in the side of my vision. Turning towards it, I see the icon floating next to a star in the distance.

~~Ten four. Let's go!~~

Response: Going!

My thrusters and wings light up, launching me to my destination.

Arriving in two doboshes, I see a wrecked base hanging in orbit of a planet, large sections melting and destroyed.
Yeesh. A Weblum has definitely been through here. Surprised this place is even just wrecked and still exists. Weblum must have left pretty quickly. But why would a Weblum attack an outpost? Those things hardly ever attack anything that isn't direct in front of them. Voltron, are you still receiving any transmissions?

Response: No. Transmissions from this base have stopped. However, I am detecting more in that direction. Voltron says, a new marker appearing to my left. Looking in that direction, I can see a faint purple glow before a beam of blue light suddenly appears.
Whoa. Zoom in on that. I think as my vision enhances, showing a large group of fighters and a cruiser getting chased by a Weblum, it's black carapace almost blending in with the darkness of space.
Okay, why is it chasing them?

Recommendation: Check the cruiser. Looking closer at the cruiser, I see a large greenish yellow thing hanging from underneath it.
What is that? Wait a minute- that's a cocoon! Oh no, they didn't.

Counterpoint: They did.
The Galra have officially gotten dumber in my opinion. Let's go save it.

Query: The cruiser or the cocoon?
The cocoon, obviously. I think, flying towards them. Reaching them, I hear more chatter.

«-#6, don't go near it's face! #4, go for the eyes! Damnit, how did this thing get so close?! Wait, what do you mean "we have another problem"? …Oh QUIZNAK!» I hear as the cruiser suddenly points its Ion cannon at me.

Notice: That's not a good idea. Voltron says sarcastically.
You know they can't hear you, right?

Response: Yes. The Ion cannon fires, the beam refracting off of me and hitting a handful of the smaller ships.

Idiots. Voltron and I say at the same time. I fly forward, heading towards the cocoon as the Weblum fires another venom laser.

Warning: Be careful of that laser, our armour won't be able to reflect it.
Why not?

Answer: Our armour reflects harmful quintessence signatures, like lasers and destructive magic. That is a concentration of acid in the form of energy. Analogy: We are a mirror that reflects light, that is a plasma beam. We don't reflect it, it burns us.
Gotcha. It's not a good idea to mess with the death-face-laser.
I reach the cocoon, seeing it being held by tethers of purple energy. I pull out my Bayard.

~~Ok, how do you think I should cut these chains without hurting the cocoon? Use my katar?~~

Recommendation: Use your Armour-claws. With them, you can free the cocoon then return it to its parent.

~~Armour-claws? Oh my gosh, Armour-claws! I completely forgot about those!~~

Response: We haven't really needed them until now.

~~Huh. I guess not. Deploy Armour-claws.~~

Response: Deploying Armour-claws. Voltron says as my Bayard merges with my wings again, causing them to glow as they swell, wrapping around my arms and growing along my back, forming into a large backpack shaped directional thruster, my arms now covered with extra armour as my fingers turn into claws.

~~Let's put these babies to use!~~ I say as I fly closer to the tethers, cutting them with my claws while being careful of the cocoon. Suddenly, a sentinel ship flies up behind me.
Buzz off. I'm busy. I think as I shoot it with a laser from my hand.
Going back to the cocoon, I continue cutting the tethers before I notice the ones I already cut reforming.
That's annoying. Voltron, is there a way to stop these things from regenerating?

Response: Destroy their emitters.

~~That could cause an explosion.~~

Re-strategize: Freeze the emitters.

~~Oh right. Forgot about that too.~~ I say as my faceplate splits in two, my facial gun extending out and firing a beam of cryogenic energy at the glowing emitters, deactivating them.

«Oh no, he freed the cocoon! All ships converge on the White Knight! If emperor Zarkon finds out we lost the cocoon, we're all dead!»

~~You should be worried about me and Mama worm, not what could happen later. Although, I think I get his fear. Anyway, let's get you back to mama.~~ I say, moving behind the cocoon and carefully pushing it with my thrusters. Suddenly, ships start advancing from in front of me. Looking behind them, I see the Weblum with its mouth open. ~~Why isn't she firing?~~

Response: The cocoon is in the way. Move up and away from the cruiser.
Gotcha. I think as I move the cocoon upwards, shooting a few ships out of the way with my tail as I do. As I clear the ship, I see the Weblum's mouth glow a tick before it fires, devastating the cruiser and destroying multiple smaller ships.

~~Dar she blows. And she did blow.~~ I say as I look back at the almost non-existent ship. I release the cocoon, letting it float back to its parent. ~~Here you go, nice and sound safe.~~ I say as the Weblum looks at me. It then opens its mouth.
Uh oh.
I unfuse my Bayard from my wings, forming my energy shield as I await the blue deathray.

…

Nothing happens. Looking forward, I see the Weblum leaving with its cocoon tucked against its underside, a large crystal floating towards me.
Huh. That was… wait a minute… I think as I fly forward, catching the crystal the same size as my body.
Voltron, is this what I think it is?

Answer: Composition recognized: 100% pure Scaultrite.
Wow. I think as I look at the Weblum moving away. You're welcome. Now, let's go home. I can't wait to see the look on Kolivan's face when we bring this thing home.

Theory: Most likely, he will try to keep a straight face.
If he keeps a straight face when he sees this, I'm gonna stick my head through one of the trees in the Quintessence forest. Now, let's go home.

Author's Note

A nice little interlude before we go home with positive results!