The Rise of Voltron Part One

[ALLURA, KATHERINE HOLT, and COLLEEN HOLT are on Pluto's moon, Kerberos, collecting ice samples.]

COLLEEN: Easy, Pidge. This ice is delicate.

PIDGE: This is. . . . Insane. Isn't this exciting, Allura?

ALLURA: You guys get a little more excited about ice samples than I do.

COLLEEN: This is history in the making. Not only have we traveled farther than any human ever has, but this ice could hold microscopic clues about the existence of life outside Earth.

PIDGE: Think of it, Mom. We could use those clues to become the first people to meet aliens.

COLLEEN: My life's work would be complete.

[The area around them begins to rumble.]

What is that? Seismic activity?

ALLURA: We should get back to the ship.

[A warship from the Galra Empire suddenly appears.]

COLLEEN: Wha—? What is that?! It can't be. . . .

ALLURA: Run! Come on, run!

[ALLURA, KATHERINE HOLT, and COLLEEN HOLT try to run but are abducted. ALLURA awakens on the Galra warship to the voice of an UNNAMED GALRA COMMANDER speaking to HONERVA via video feed.]

GALRA COMMANDER: Empress Honerva, we were scouting system X-9-Y as ordered when we found these primitive scientists. I highly doubt they know anything useful.

HONERVA: Take them back to the main fleet for interrogation. The Druids will find out what they know.

ALLURA: Please, we come from a peaceful planet! W-We mean you no harm! We're unarmed!

[ALLURA is knocked out and dragged along a corridor. She awakens and is shocked at what she sees.]

[A year later, KEITH, ROMELLE, and MATT are on a simulated flight to Kerberos.]

KEITH: Galaxy Garrison flight log 5-11-14. Begin descent to Kerberos for rescue mission.

[LANCE jerks the simulator while descending.]

ROMELLE: Augh. Keith, can you keep this thing straight?

KEITH: Relax, Romelle, I'm just getting a feel for the stick. I mean it's not like I did this!

[KEITH jerks the simulator; ROMELLE groans.]

Or this!

[KEITH jerks the simulator again. ROMELLE feels ill.]

ROMELLE: Okay. . . . unless you wanna wipe beef stroganoff out of all the little nooks and crannies in this thing, you'd better KNOCK IT OFF, MAN!

[MATT's monitor activates.]

MATT: We've picked up a distress beacon!

KEITH: Alright, look alive, team! Matt, track coordinates!

MATT: Copy!

[The simulator starts to rumble and alarms blare.]

ROMELLE: Knock it off, Keith, please!

KEITH: Oh, this one's on you, sister! We've got a hydraulic stabilizer out!

[ROMELLE pulls up a monitor.]

ROMELLE: Oh no - !

[ROMELLE chokes down her vomit]

KEITH: Oh no! Fix now, barf later!

MATT: I lost contact! The shaking is interfering with our sensors!

KEITH: Come on, Romelle!

ROMELLE: It's not responding. Ugh. . . .

[ROMELLE unbuckles her seatbelt to fix the stabilizer. KEITH's monitor activates.]

KEITH: Oh, never mind, fellas! Thar she blows. Preparing for approach on visual!

MATT: I highly doubt that's advisable with our current mechanical and. . . . gastrointestinal struggles.

[ROMELLE is choking down vomit again.]

ROMELLE: Agreed.

KEITH: Stop worrying! This baby can take it. Can't ya, champ?

[KEITH pats the simulator, but the simulator rumbles violently.]

KEITH: Uh, see? She was - she was nodding. She was nodding. Matt, hail down to 'em and let 'em know their ride is here!

[MATT unbuckles the seatbelt to reach the microphone.]

MATT: Attention lunar vessel - YAIII!

[MATT falls and collides with the floor.]

KEITH: What the heck are you doing? Buckle your belt! And Romelle, quit the shaking!

ROMELLE: I - I'm try - ah - ah - o - oh no - !

[ROMELLE vomits in the main gearbox and the rumbling stops. MATT speaks into the microphone.]

MATT: Attention lunar vessel, this is Galaxy Garrison Rescue Craft One Victor Six Three Tango! Coming in for landing and extraction - against crew recommendations.

KEITH: Uh, no time for your mutinous comments now, Matt! They're goin' under and we're goin' in!

[KEITH dives the simulator towards the surface of Kerberos.]

MATT: Watch out for that overhang!

KEITH: No worries! My first year of flight school, ya know what they called me? They called me the Tailor cuz of how I thread the needle! Come around, come around! Come on, come on!

[The simulator strikes the overhang.]

ROMELLE: We lost a wing!

KEITH: Aw, man!

[The simulation flight crashes and the simulation ends.]

COMPUTER: Simulation Failed.

MATT: Nice work, Tailor.

[The simulator door opens and IVERSON appears.]

IVERSON: Roll out, donkeys!

[KEITH, ROMELLE, and MATT exit the simulator and stand before IVERSON and their class.]

IVERSON: Well, let's see if we can't use this complete failure as a lesson for the rest of you students. Can anyone point out the mistakes these three so-called cadets made in the simulator?

STUDENT: The engineer puked in the main gearbox.

IVERSON: Yes, as everyone knows, vomit is NOT an approved lubricant for engine systems. What else?

Student: The comm spec removed his safety harness.

Student: The pilot crashed.

IVERSON: Correct. And worst of all, the whole jump, they're arguing with each other! Heck, if you're going to be this bad individually, you'd better at least be able to work as a team! The Galaxy Garrison exists to turn young cadets like you into the next generation of elite astroexplorers, but these kind of mental mistakes are exactly what cost the lives of the women on the Kerberos Mission.

MATT: THAT'S NOT TRUE, SIR!

IVERSON: What did you just say?!

[KEITH claps his hand over MATT's mouth, but MATT continues, his voice muffled by the hand.]

KEITH: Sorry, sir! I-I-I think he may have hit his head when he fell out of his chair. But point taken.

IVERSON: I hope I don't need to remind you that the only reason your here is that the best pilot in your class had a discipline issue and flunked out. DON'T follow in his footsteps. NEXT!

[KEITH, ROMELLE, and MATT watch, hurt and dejected, as their classmates board the simulator.]