She stood at attention, with her hands firmly at her sides, looking dead ahead at her captain, Cpt. Andrews.

"How's training today, Cosma?" Andrews asked.

"Well sir," The women answered. "Not a boring moment up there."

The captain stood up and walked over to the young women, "You're a great pilot, Lieutenant Reid," the captain praised. "And if I were allowed to say it, I would say you are the best in the Navy." The women tried to hide her smile. "I'm going to cut to the chase, I have orders from NASA to send my best pilot over to the Garrison and since you already came from there, you are my top choice."

The lieutenant frowned in confusion, "Sir I completed my training for the Garrison and choose to continue down the Military branch, why do they need me?"

"Because Samuel Holt has returned." The lieutenant dropped her stance in stock. "They need the best pilots to go to space. More information will be provided once you get there. You leave Miramar in a week."

...

Analysse Reid, call sign: Cosma, sat down on her favorite spot on the beach, watching the volleyball game her division started playing.

"Cosma, come play!" Another pilot called.

Analysse shook her head, "No, I'll watch for now."

The other pilots snickered, "Too afraid to be beaten by a bunch of men?"

Analysse raised her eye brow and flashed them a teasing smile, "Oh yeah, petrified."

The game started but Analysse wasn't paying attention, she was thinking about her time with the Garrison when she was a teenager.

"Shiro, let's go train." 15-year-old Analysse sat down next to the famous 17-year-old Takashi Shirogane.

Shiro jumped awake from his sleep and stared at the girl, "Ana? W-what are you doing in here."

"I broke in your dorm." Analysse scooted closer to Shiro so she can lay down on the bed with him and flashed him a smile. "Your door was unlocked."

Shiro rolled his eyes and laughed, "I really don't want to train right now it's like..." Shiro turned around to look at the clock, "3:00 am! Are you insane?"

Analysse turned her eyes away from Shiro, "Okay, fine, I just can't sleep."

"You're nervous for the flight simulator test, aren't you?" Shiro asked in a soft voice.

She nodded, "I trained over and over again, and I got perfect scores every time, but I'm afraid I'll mess up in there! What if I crash? What if my team members decide to go against me and disobey every order? What if- "

Shiro reaches over to place a hand on her head, "Whoa, relax Ana." He started to run his fingers through her blonde hair. "You are an amazing pilot, one of the best I've seen. You'll be fine, but you got to believe that you'll be fine."

Analysse relaxed under Shiro's touch, "Yeah I guess so..."

"Staying up all night isn't going to do you any good."

"Can I stay here?"

Shiro smiled and allowed her to rest her head on his chest. "Of course." He smiled, wrapping his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Doesn't that mean that Shiro may be alive?" Analysse thought.

Analysse was interrupted by her thoughts because of a volleyball smacking her right in the face.

"Whoa! Sorry about that Cosma!" One pilot apologized as the others stared in horror.

Analysse grabbed the volleyball and threw it at the pilot, hitting him square in the chest. "Oh, you boys are on now!"

After a few hours of volleyball, Analysse called the game to an end. "That's why you don't challenge me." She shouted at the losing team and high fives her team.

"Cosma, you're the man!" One pilot teased and slapped her back.

"You get a pass, Gopher." Analysse glared and then looked out at the sunset. "Alright boys let's head back to base, we got to do Colors." A collective of whimpers and moans could be heard.

…

Saying goodbye to her division was one of the hardest things she has ever done. She loved the Navy, and she really worked her way up the ranks and become a respected pilot. She's going to miss her boys, but she knew she had more important work to do.

Commander Samuel Holt is back. He and his crew had been presumed dead a little over a year ago. Apparently, he has news about the Kerberos mission and the missing cadets from the Garrison. Everything was classified information; the captain didn't even know everything.

Analysse had some time to think as she flew out of California to Arizona. She wasn't sure how to feel about the news of only Commander Holt returning. That means Shiro and the young cadets are out there in space somewhere. She should be excited to be going into space, she always wanted to explore the universe. But when the Navy contacted her to join the military, the vision of going into space vanished.

It wasn't long to reach the Galaxy Garrison base. An alarm went off in her jet, letting her know that she has received a video message from the Garrison.

"Identify yourself." An older woman came on screen.

Analysse noticed that a ship was behind her, missile fire locked on her.

"I am Lieutenant Analysse Reid from Miramar, California. I have been transferred to Galaxy Garrison."

The women on screen typed something on her computer. "Please place your hand on the screen for scanning." Analysse did what she was told. The women smiled as she received the information back. "Thank you, Lieutenant." She saluted, "Have a safe landing."

…

"Welcome, Lieutenant Reid," Commander Iverson nodded at Analysse as she got out of her jet.

Analysse saluted, "It's an honor to be back sir."

Iverson smiled, "It would be nice to have drinks and catch up, but unfortunately we need to discuss what's going down. We need to get you up there by tomorrow."

"Yes sir," Analysse nodded firmly.

"Follow me," Iverson started walking towards the building. "I'll have you meet Commander Holt."

Iverson takes her into the building. Memories of the time she spent in these halls learning about space and flying. All the friends she made. She missed it. He took her into a briefing room that cadets couldn't go into.

In the room three people stood, there was only one Analysse recognized. She stood tall and straight, saluting the higher officers.

"Lieutenant Reid, it's a pleasure to meet you," Commander Holt offered a handshake. Analysse shook it and nodded, "Thank you, sir. I am happy you have returned safely back on Earth, I am sure your wife is happy to see you."

Sam smiled a way that reminds Analysse of her own father, "She is very happy to hear that our son and daughter are also safe, but she's not too happy that they are fighting in a war."

"Your daughter is in space too?" Analysse question, sitting down on the chair. "I was only aware that your son Matthew was."

Sam nodded, "My apologizes, I forgot that all you know is what the media tells you. The government is making this top secret for now." Sam pressed a button on the table and pictures of six people showed up on the 3d screen.

Takashi Shirogane- Black Paladin

Keith Kogane- Former Red and Black Paladin. Current member of the Blades of Marmora.

Lance McClain- Former Blue Paladin, current Red Paladin

Hunk Garrett- Yellow Paladin

Pidge Gunderson/ Katie Holt- Green Paladin

Matthew Holt- Officer of the rebel forces.

Analysse eyes widened at the second name. "Keith Kogane!" She looked at Sam. "I – I didn't know he went missing too."

Sam shook his head, "I understand that you, Shiro and Keith use to be very close."

Analysse stared at Shiro's picture. He wore his Galaxy Garrison uniform and was smiling at the camera. It must have been an employee photoshoot. He looked so happy. "Yeah, Shiro looked after Keith, since I was dating Shiro at the time, I was always around them. We were like a small family." Analysse chuckled, remembering the good times between the two. She cleared her throat and continued with the meeting. "So, what is my mission, sir?"

"You are to aid the Paladins of Voltron, they are at war with an alien race called the Galra." Sam put up pictures of humanoid creatures that have purple skin, long ears and yellow eyes. "Once you get to them, I'm sure they are going tell you all about them. Sam looks down at his hands, "Not all of them are bad, but they have had horrible emperors." Analysse stares at the imagines, she couldn't believe that she was looking at an alien race. This was all new to her. Sam looks at Analysse and smiles gently, "Lieutenant, I know this must be hard to take in."

Analysse shook her head, "No, it's just… different. I am sure there are hundreds of different alien species."

"Millions," Holt agreed. "You might have the chance to meet them when you are up there."

One other commander that Analysse didn't recognize cleared his throat, "If we may, can we contact the Castle of Lions?"

Holt rubbed his head in embarrassment, "Oh, of course." Sam began typing something on the computer screen. "My daughter gave me this code that will make it possible to contact the Castle of Lions, no matter how many light years away we are to them." Analysse watched as Sam continued typing away. He looked up at her and gave her a sympathetic smile. "Are you ready for this?"

She was about to see Shiro, the man she admires the most, alive and well. She nodded, "As ready as I'll ever be."

"Very well." Sam pressed keys on the hologram screen. "There, all we do is wait."

Within a couple seconds, a screen popped up showing a man, with orange hair and a mustache. Analysse, Iverson and the other two commanders gasped at him. He looked human, but he had blue markings under his eyes and had pointy ears. "Why hello Sam, and Earthlings!"

"Eh, hello…sir." Analysse greeted. She looked around the room the man stood in but saw no one, "Where are the Paladins?"

The man played with his mustache, "Right now they are at a local planet, helping with the community and communicating with the public, they should be back in one quintant."

Analysse looked over at Sam in confusion, "Quintant?"

"It's equivalent to a day," Sam answered. "Coran," he addressed the man. "This is Analysse Reid, she is a Lieutenant in our Navy, she is a fighter pilot, and is considered one of the best in our nation." Sam gestured to Analysse, who smiled and waved at Coran, "We are sending her to help the Paladins, as we know, we need all the help we can get in this war."

"That is correct, and I am sure the Paladins will be grateful to have another Earthling on their team!" Coran exclaimed.

Sam nodded, "She is to leave in 30 vargas," he looked over at Analysse, "30 hours."

"Got it."

"Alright, I'll make sure Princess Allura makes a warp hole in 30 vargas!"

"Very well, thank you for your help, my friend!" Sam smiled.

"Take care, Samuel." The screen turned off, and the room fell silent.

Everyone was lost for words, but Sam didn't want to slow things down, "Reid, come with me, you must be ready for battle once you arrive." Analysse followed Sam into the next room. She stared, gapping at all the weapons in front of her. "Go ahead and pick your weapons." All the weapons looked new and just build, some didn't even look like there were made on Earth. "These are donations from the rebel fighters." Analysse moved around the room, but the only weapons that realty caught her eyes where two small guns, sitting next to each other. "Those are laser guns, very powerful and destructive, they look like normal pistols, so it is easier to handle. And the best thing about them, you don't need to reload."

"That's pretty neat, can I test them out?" Analysse asked.

Sam smiled and walked toward the control panel. He clicked a button and targets fell behind Analysse. "Go right ahead."

Analysse smirked and went to work. With both guns, she fired and hit each target in the bullseye. Sam looked impressed. After she was done, she put them down and smiled. "I think I'll take these."

Sam chuckled and gave her a harness for the guns. "You wear this like a belt. The guns will always be easy to get to in quick time." Analysse grabbed it and thanked Sam. "Now, let me show you your new vessel."

…

"This is what I'm going to be flying?!" Analysse looked up at the beautifully designed white and black jet-like spaceship. "It's gorgeous!" She ran her hand over the wing.

"I am glad you like it," Sam laughed. "It's made from the Altean space ship that Princess Allura allowed me to use to go back to Earth. It also has metal from the meteor that Voltron is made of. This space jet is powerful, fast, and can withstand heavy hits. We need only the best to fly her."

Analysse laughed and gave Sam a wide smile, "It's an honor sir, thank you!"

Samuel walked over to the jet, opening it. "And one more thing," He pulled out a folded suit, armor, and a helmet. "Got to wear a suit to protect yourself."

Analysse walked over to look at her new suit, but the helmet is what grabbed her attention. It looked exactly like her naval pilot helmet. "It's an exact replica…" She felt the smooth, cold helmet in her hands. It was dark blue, representing the Navy, but with purple lines. Small white stars covered the helmet and the name, "Cosma," written on the side in pink.

"Cosma, is your codename?" Sam asked with curiosity.

Analysse nodded, "Yeah. It was my first day at training, my superior officer was impressed that I just came from the Garrison. So they started calling me Cosma."

Sam handed Analysse her things and patted her shoulder. "Go ahead and get some rest Analysse, call your family. You have a long day tomorrow."

"Yes sir," Analysse smiled.

…

"You look like a Paladin, wearing that armor," Analysse turned around to see Samuel and Iverson walking towards her. Her armor was dark blue, a yellow symbol that was shaped as a "V" sat on her chest plate.

Analysse turned to look at her jet, "Thank you so much for this opportunity."

Sam nodded, "There are a few boxes I put inside your jet, they are to the Paladins from their families. You can give it to them whenever you can." Sam reached into his pockets and took out a few items that look like recording devices. "These recordings from their families, it is best to give these to them right away, it may help motivate them."

"Sure thing," Analysse took them and put them in her pockets in her suit.

"You ready for launch?" Iverson questioned.

"Born ready," Analysse smirked as she put her helmet on.

"Treat it just like one of your jets," Sam said. "We made it that way, so it would be easier to move around."

"Got it."

Iverson placed his hand on her shoulder, "Good luck kid, be tough on those kids. Lord knows they need the discipline."

She laughed as she opened up her jet, "I'll do some babysitting if I have too. But you should probably give them some credit. They are our legendary defenders of the universe."

Iverson crossed his arms and sighed, "You should contact that Princess."

Sam nodded, "Reid, go ahead and lift off. Once you pass our moon, a blue-like ring will appear, that is the Princess's warp hole. Go through that and it will take you to the Castle of Lions."

Analysse smiled, "Thanks for everything."

"God speed."

She started up her jet, just like how she always did. The controls are the same, but she still felt nervous. "Well, one small step for man…"

The roar of the engine was like music to her ears. She loves flying, it is her passion. With a deep breath, she takes off.

Samuel wasn't joking when he said that this jet was fast! Analysse yelp in excitement as she did flips in the air. Iverson and Holt were probably watching her as she continued to ascend.

"Having fun there, kiddo?" Sam's voice came from the communicator from the jet.

Analysse laughed, "Your engineers did an amazing job."

"I know!" Sam laughed. "Take care young Lieutenant, when you see my Katie, can you tell her that I'm so proud of her?"

"Sure thing."

It didn't take long for Analysse to realize that she was no longer on Earth. Looking back, her eyes widened at the view of Earth. From the outside, it looked small and vulnerable. There is no way she is going to let the Galra take her precious home away from her.

"In a few seconds, the warp hole is going to open," Holt said in her helmet's earpiece. "It's going to be a little bumpy as you enter but I assure you, you will be safe."

Just as Holt said, the blue wrap hole appeared out of nowhere. With her heart beating fast, she entered the wrap hole.

It was bumpy, like as Sam said it would be, but after a few seconds she was out. "Oh my gosh…" Analysse was now in a completely different galaxy. Just ahead of her was a big castle-ship, floating in space.

An alarm blared, letting Analysse know that she was receiving a video call. She clicked the button to answer, and a woman with white long hair, who looked like the same species as Coran, appeared on her screen. "Hello!" She chirped. "Welcome!" Five other people came into frame. Her heart stopped when she saw him.

His eyes widened as he saw her, but he gave a soft smile.