Voltron Ships Novels & Stories

The humid wind blew across the sandy fields of V'rounsthan; grains of dust slammed against the surface of his Aquarius-Class Battle Gear but the sound never bothered him. It was, to his ears, alien just like the environment around him. In their homeworld of Triton, they lived in islets surrounded by a vast dark blue ocean that were occasionally disturbed by the storm that came from the grey cloudy skies.

She was looking a little better, the color returning to her cheeks, though she still huddled under the blankets. "The Aeolus-class Heavy Transport," Jack explained, his eyes locked on the horizon where the searchlights of the airbase swept the clouds. "It's the Council's heavy lifter. VTOL capabilities. Ablative armor. Engines designed for sub-orbital re-entry. It can fly through a hurricane like it's a spring breeze." "Jack," Ben said, his voice rising an octave. "You want to steal a military dropship? From a fortified airbase? While we are the most wanted people on the planet?"

Then in unison, they attacked us, now primordial harbingers. Tony landed on top of Ko’vren and grimaced at them. “What the hell?” he managed to say, before Zurvan grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the ship, shattering the top of Ko’vren. The system deactivated and it fell to the ground. Shit. “Sorry Ko’vren.”, I muttered, channelling lightning upward to strike Zurvan. The roof of the ship tore open, as the lightning blast hit him upwards, freeing Tony from his grasp.

She said. “I know.” Ruby shook her head immediately. “I hate this plan already.” I smirked faintly. “You hate every plan.” “Because your plans are insane.” “And yet they usually work.” That shut her up then Vesha moved closer slowly. “You really think Tristan can be useful?” “Yes.” “He’s loyal.” “Loyal people are the easiest to manipulate" I said with a scoff. Vesha sighed softly and sat down opposite me. “You realize this could backfire.” I rested my chin against my hand thoughtfully.

Three of the ship's seven hangars were exposed to the desert wind, and a gaping hole into the ship's side revealed where the nuke had first impacted it. Somewhere in that mess was the proof we needed to expose Draco and Axion once and for all. If we made it inside the vessel, every glimpse of its inner workings was another weapon again Axion. With newly made openings in three of the ship's sides, entry wouldn't be a problem. It was getting there and securing the area that would be tough. I strode along the catwalk, staring down at the mechs below. Besides my Spartan, I'd been given new mechs, just like the others. A Predator, a Valkyrie, a Veles, a Sentinel and my Spartan, each waiting for b

In the center was a massive throne ship, glowing with a sickly violet light. "They’re attacking the capital," the pilot shouted. "The planetary shields are at ten percent!" I looked at the center of the swarm. I could feel the connection. It was like a needle pressing into my brain. Leo was there. I could feel his confusion, his cold anger, and the heavy weight of the brainwashing Rowan had forced on him. "Open a channel," I commanded. "To the command ship?" Isaac asked. "No. To my son."

★𝕽𝖎𝖝 The Vigilance no longer looked like a warship; it was a geometric tool. Its main thrusters were minimized, replaced by massive, finely tuned Flow-Shunts designed to manage the heavy, continuous temporal displacement. The Temporal Cartographer system, housed in the ship’s former weapons bay, now pulsed with the steady, quiet energy of the stabilized chaos core.

The silver VTOL aircraft didn't land; they hovered, their downdraft whipping the indigo slurry into a frenzy and flattening the tents of the settlers. The symbol on their hulls—a stylized globe entwined with a double helix—pulsed with a clinical, white light. "Step away from the Ark," the voice from the lead ship commanded.

alive. "They’re deploying the plasma-cutter," Avery noted, her voice tight. The Ares-Triton, a sleek, silver submersible that looked like a predatory shark, drifted over the cable. A mechanical arm extended, tipped with a high-intensity plasma torch that hissed even in the freezing depths.

My stomach tightens. The predator is watching this battle through the scout. Learning about the coalition. Learning about us. The organic vessel suddenly changes tactics. Instead of avoiding the scout it moves directly toward it. Fast. The massive ship glides through Saturn’s rings like a living creature swimming through water. The scout fires again. Energy beams slice through the icy debris around them. Then the coalition vessel does something unexpected. The glowing structures on its surface open. Hundreds of smaller shapes launch outward. Matteo leans forward.