A/N: I just really liked Regris... so, here is some of him.

This part jumps ahead to just before season four. Oh, and there is a new poll on my profile for this story!

Keith leaned against the wall, stifling a sigh of boredom. Regris, standing beside him, turned away from the small tablet in his hand.

"They will be here soon," Regris said.

While Regris -like the half dozen other Blades in the room, including Keith- wore his complete Blade of Marmora outfit and mask, Keith could tell he was smiling at his impatience.

"Leave it to the resistance to be late to every single meeting," Keith complained. "We could be done with this war if they would show up on time for once."

Regris let out a chuckle, his long, slim tail coming up to poke Keith. "We wouldn't have done as much as we have, if it hadn't been for resistance intel."

"I'd love to know how they are getting it," Keith mused. "Or, Pidge would, at least."

"Perhaps we can convince them to share some of their secrets. I am curious as well."

Keith snorted. "I tried last time. But Kolivan thought I was revealing too much myself and made me leave." For someone who lived by the phrase, "Knowledge or death," Kolivan wasn't always very keen on sharing knowledge.

"Do you know their names?" Keith asked as he started tapping the wall listlessly.

"Not this time. Apparently, this group has had many issues with Galra intercepting their messages. Frankly, I'm surprised they even agreed to this meeting."

"The rebel resistance knows they need our help, just like we need their intel," Keith said, drooping a little lower against the wall. "Now if they would just get here…"

As if on cue, Kolivan said, "They are here."

Keith immediately straightened, and Regris put away his tablet. The Blades turned toward the door. After a moment, the doors opened.

A group of unfamiliar aliens warily eyed the room before stepping inside. While Kolivan greeted the leader of the group -a short, frog-like alien- Keith'sbreath eyes scanned crew.

They were a bit of a ragged bunch, compared to some of the other groups he had seen. One of them had a large bandage over one eye, several had fresh scars, and overall, their outfits had clearly seen better days.

None of the rebels approached the Blades, but the rebels rarely did when they first met with the Blade of Marmora. Keith suspected it had to do with the masks that made the Blades close in appearance and their typically stern personalities. Keith considered himself and Regris -who's dry humor and tendency to get excited over tech- the exceptions.

"They have an Olkari with them?" Regris said, sounding impressed. "That must be how they have technology capable to intercept Galra transmission."

"Well, I don't think they will be introducing themselves anytime soon," Keith pointed out.

Regris needed no more encouragement. He and Keith approached the Olkari, who watched their every step. Once Regris took out his tablet and started asking questions, though, the Olkari relaxed. It didn't take long before the pair was talking rapidly in technical jargon Keith couldn't begin to understand.

Their conversation was lessening the tension in the room, and the other rebels were starting to disperse. Keith ran his eyes lazily over the group, halting on a tufty head of tan hair making its way through the other rebels. Whoever it was paused, then a muzzled head came into view abruptly, as if the rebel had stood on their tip-toes in search of someone.

Keith's breath caught, and he had to look away before the rebel saw him staring. It was a Caneen! Ever since he had last seen Olia, Keith had kept an eye out for any Caneen. But since becoming the Black Paladin and a member of the Blade of Marmora, this was the first he had seen.

"Renus!" the Caneen called.

The rebel that Regris was talking to turned and waved a hand. "Over here, Captain."

The Caneen weaved around a few others with a slight lurch in its gait before coming fully into view beside Renus and Regris. Keith, who had been about to catch his breath again, felt his lungs freeze up.

It was Olia. With new goggles and the same tiredness in her eyes that the other rebels had, but it was definitely her.

"Captain, this is Regris," Renus said. "He's the one who has been receiving our information. Regris, this is Captain Olia, our second in command."

"Pleasure to meet you," Olia said, holding out a paw. A grin split her muzzle, making her look more like her old self than ever. She turned to Keith, who hadn't moved. "And what might your name be?"

"C-captain?" Keith stuttered out.

Olia ducked her head, mischief in her eyes. "Captain, eh? Only go by titles, do you?"

Regris cocked his head. "Keith, are you alright?"

Keith's mind scrambled for a response his breathless lungs could get out, but came up with nothing. Instead, he mentally turned off his mask, revealing his face to Olia.

Regris stiffened. "Keith! Kolivan said to not remove our masks!"

Keith didn't respond. Olia had looked back up at him, eyes slowly widening. Keith flipped off the hood, earning a groan from Regris and a delighted gasp from Olia.

"Blade!" Olia cried.

Keith was pretty sure Regris was doubting his and Olia's sanity at this point. So was everyone else in earshot, who had turned at Olia's exclamation.

Renus leaned over and said to Olia, "Yes, he is a Blade of Marmora. That's why we came here, remember? Did you hit your head on the flight here?"

Olia gave an exasperated sigh. Keith glanced guiltily over his shoulder. Kolivan was watching them, but he didn't make any move to stop them. He had probably already figured it out, as he had heard about Olia before.

"My name is actually Keith," he said, turning back to Olia. "I remembered."

"That's great!"

Then, as if everyone around them wasn't confused enough, Keith and Olia gave up talking and grabbed each other in a tight embrace.

Some time later, the meeting was finished, and Keith and Olia finally had a bit of privacy to catch up.

At Olia's insistence, Keith explained what his lost memories had revealed, how he had been rescued by the paladins, and the events that had followed.

"But what happened to you?" Keith asked. "The others searched everywhere, but didn't find a trace of you."

"I fell into a Diron burrow. Did you know there was a colony of aliens on Olkarion's moon?"

"The Olkari never mentioned them," Keith said, confused.

"They must still not know about them. I didn't meet any of the Diron, but they are friends of Renus. You see, his ship had also picked up our distress signals. They investigated and found me, but couldn't stick around any longer."

"Where did you go? Why didn't you come back?" Keith asked. "I've been searching everywhere, but I was starting to think…"

"I wanted to go back, but I had been injured in the crash." Olia gestured down at her left leg, and Keith remembered how she had been limping since they reunited. "My leg was badly damaged, and needed serious medical attention."

"Didn't they use a pod? Or have you injured it since?" Keith asked.

"My injuries -though severe- weren't life-threatening enough for one of the limited pods. I had to heal naturally." Olia shook her head. "But, barely a month into my healing, the medical base was attacked. There were so few fighters to defend the base, the injured had to fight themselves. We ran off the Galra, but then had to evacuate. Without the proper time to rest, my leg never healed straight."

"And then?" Keith prompted. "Renus said you were second in command?"

Olia grinned. "I… may have been the one who rallied the injured to fight off the Galra. There were a few officers there, and they were impressed enough that they put me in charge of a small group. We later met up with Renus' group in the evacuation, and I joined on with them. Apparently, they decided I could keep my title."

"That's great!" Keith said, grinning widely. After a moment, he said more solemnly, "How have you been? It's dangerous out there, especially for rebels."

"It's tough," Olia admitted, glancing briefly away. "It seems like there's always someone on our tail, and rebel bases that are safe to rest at are becoming fewer."

"Have you… found any Caneen?" Keith asked.

"No." Olia sighed, the mood between the pair suddenly becoming sad. "No one I've come across has seen any others, either. The Galra must have them hidden someplace."

"But why?"

Olia shrugged. "We're tough and hardy, who knows. We can dig well enough that they could be keeping the Caneen in mines. There's only so many planets we can outright attack and successfully free." Olia gave a small smile. "Sooner or later, we'll get lucky."

"How about Matt? Did you ever hear what happened with all the rebels that were gathering?" Keith asked.

"No one ever said," Olia said.

Keith studied Olia. "You're hiding something."

"I only heard rumors…"

"Tell me."

Slowly, Olia answered, "Some were saying that the gathering was a disaster. Some have said that everyone they know who was headed in that direction hasn't been seen since."

"They could just be waiting, you know," Keith reasoned. "If they caught word about Voltron…"

Olia only stared at him. Keith opened his mouth to try and reason some more, but was interrupted by a beeping on his wrist. Absently, he lifted his arm and turned on the communicator.

"Yeah?"

"Keith, where are you?"

Keith blinked and looked down, startled to see Pidge's exasperated face. "With the Blades."

"We have a rally tonight. Will you be there this time?" Pidge asked in a tone that suggested she doubted he would.

"Y-yeah," Keith said. He worked up a grin. "I have someone I want you guys to meet."

Keith angled the com to show Olia, who waved a paw. Pidge stared at Olia for a moment, then realization crossed her face.

"Olia?"

"Yeah!" Keith said, pleased she had remembered. "She showed up at the meeting."

"Keith's told us all about you," Pidge said. She glanced over her shoulder. "The others will want to meet you. Will you both be at the rally?"

Keith smiled. "Yes, we will be."

"Good," Pidge said with a smirk. Her attention went back to Olia as she asked the inevitable question. "You know Matt, right?"

"Pidge is Matt's sister he always talks about," Keith explained before Olia could ask.

"You're supposed to be on Earth," Olia said, glancing between Keith and Pidge.

"Somebody had to come and drag Matt home," Pidge said with a shrug, though her tone turned more serious for what she said next. "Have you seen him?"

"Not since Sandibar," Olia admitted. "It's hard to get ahold of him nowadays."

Keith watched Olia, wondering if she was going to reveal their fears. But, Olia kept an optimistic expression.

"But, I do know of a merchant that he visited quite often," Olia said. "Perhaps he would have some new information."

"Really?" Pidge just about squealed out the word. "I'm going to need coordinates and names."

"I-it is a long shot," Olia said hurriedly.

"That's all I have," Pidge said, a bit grimly. "Every little bit helps. So, Keith, you'd better not be late again today!"

Keith smiled, giving Pidge a mock salute. "Yes, ma'am!"

Pidge made a face and, calling to someone behind her, signed off.

After a moment, Keith asked, "Do you really think the merchant will be able to help Pidge? You did say-"

"I know," Olia cut in. "I could be over-thinking it. Or maybe the officers have been keeping rebels away for a different reason. I want to find Matt just as much as her, but don't have the time or resources. The least I can do is contribute to his sister's search."

"If anyone has a chance at finding Matt, it's Pidge," Keith admitted.

"See? Everything will work out, just you watch." Olia grinned as she changed the subject. "Now, what's this rally that you so need to attend?"

"Not so much attend. More like lead," Keith said, starting for the door.

"Lead?"

"We fly the Voltron lions for morale purposes," Keith said.

Olia laughed. "Well, I hope your flying skills have improved since we last saw each other, unless you intend to raise morale with your spectacular crashing skills!"

Keith smirked. "Does that mean you don't want to risk flying back with me?"

Olia cocked her head and hummed in thought. "I suppose I really have no choice. How are the seatbelts in your ship?"

"Don't have any."

Olia's dramatic protests and Keith laughter echoed through the halls, drawing more than a few strange looks as the pair headed to the hanger.

A/N: It's... done. After six months, it's done! I couldn't have gotten this far (or this long) without all my readers. So! Time for some over-due acknowledgements.

Firstly, Gravtron1, who's been commenting non-stop since chapter 16, full of enthusiasm for each new chapter and encouraging me to keep writing!

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