02x05 - Eye of the Storm

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Zarkon! How did he find us?

His commanders must have
radioed him from Olkarion.

We need to wormhole, now!
Everyone to your stations.

We've got to put some distance
between us and Zarkon.

This could be the fight of our lives.

That's sure a lot of fighters.

Allura, can you evade these fighters?

We can't have them following us
through the wormhole.

I can try.

Keith, Lance,
let's lay down some covering fire.

Lance, incoming, 12 o'clock high!

Got it!

- Hey!
- Sorry! Gotta be quick!

- How's that for quick?
- You...

Knock it off, you two!
Stay in your zones!

- Yeah, Keith!
- Keep calling out those fighters, Pidge.

Hunk, how are the defenses holding?

I don't know.
Ten percent? Fifteen maybe?

Everything's a blur.
I've been up too long. I have tired eyes!

I know we just came off an intense battle,

but we've got to stay focused,
just until we jump.

And when is that?

They're still too close!
We need to gain more speed!

I've got an idea! Hold on!

Allura, what are you doing?

I'm going to use this moon's gravity

to gain speed and put some distance
between us and Zarkon.

We're clear to wormhole!

We got away from Zarkon,
how come we're still on alert?

- Coran, what's going on?
- Oh, no! Teludav lens malfunction!

We're about to exit this wormhole
a lot sooner than we planned!

Whoa. Where are we?
Looks like some sort of iceberg graveyard.

- Coran, what's the status?
- Checking that now.

We didn't make it to our exit point,

but we're several galaxies
from Zarkon's fleet.

- Allura!
- Allura!

Oh, no, you look exhausted.

You must rest. You've been
exerting way too much energy.

I'll go check on the main turbine
and figure out what's going...

Whoa! Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Look, I tell you what, I've probably hit
a slippery spot on the ground there.

Someone please wipe that up there!

You're sweating. You might have
a case of the slipperies.

What? No! No, that's an old person virus,
and I'm not old. I'm young.

Well, young-ish.

What are the slipperies?

It's a common Altean virus
that occurs later in life.

It's not harmful and usually
only lasts a couple of days,

but it causes one's body
to secrete extremely slick fluid.

- Ew!
- Gross!

Yes, it is gross,
so it's a good thing I don't have it!

Coran, it's nothing
to be embarrassed about.

I'm not embarrassed
because I don't have it!

And, now, I'm actually going to leave
because I've got to fix the main turbine!

Quiznak!

All right. Since Zarkon has
no idea where we are,

this is the perfect time
to focus on our next step.

Maybe we can find that secret group,
the Blade of Marmora.

- Pidge, where are those coordinates?
- Wait, hang on.

- I'm so tired, my brain's not working.
- Yeah, neither is mine.

Hello, all.
I've checked the engines.

That was fast.

Well, I slipped right down...
I mean, hurried down.

Anyway, the good news is,
the Galra fighter did minimal damage.

I flushed the turbine and it's fine.

The bad news is, the teludav,

or wormholer, as you Earthlings
call it, is in bad shape.

Several scaultrite lens-stones

of the magnifying beam
generator are cracked.

As you know, the magnifying
beam generator uses a crystal

to convert Altean energy
into usable fuel.

That supplies the power
needed to wormhole.

Well, anyway, I need
to remove the cracked lenses

and readjust their trajectory temporarily
until we can replace them.

I'll also need to divert power
to make up for the lost energy.

Anyway, it's going to take
at least a quintant.

All right. We'll hide the ship
and get some rest

while Coran comes up
with a work-around.

Tomorrow, we'll be sharper and refocused.

Huh?

What the heck do you think you're doing?

Allura said there's a pool.
I'm gonna go check it out.

- What do you think you're doing?
- Same thing.

Look, you stay on one side of the pool
and I'll stay on the other,

and we'll be far, far away
from each other.

Very... far... away.

- Hm?
- Uh...

I thought you were exhausted.
Why are you making cookies?

Because baking clears
my head, Pidge. Okay?

I thought you were gonna help Coran
with the wormholer.

One mention of the slipperies and he got
all sensitive and kicked me out.

I hate not being able to read Altean.
What is this stuff?

Are you sure you're making food?

You're gonna try and tell me
that these aren't cookies?

Okay, I might have overcooked them.

Wait, where you going?
You don't want to wait for the next batch?

It's right, then left. You're off.

- You're off! And shoving too hard!
- You're not shoving hard enough!

- I should be at the pool right now!
- Would you stop whining?

Huh?

- Look!
- Huh?

Huh?

- What the heck?
- Stupid Altean pools.

Welcome to introductory Altean.

Awesome! I'm finally gonna
learn the Altean language!

Level, beginner. Safety, off.

Safety? That's weird.

Klanmüirl.

Klan-mural.

Hm? Uh, what's that?

Klanmüirl.

Klan-mirl?

Klanmüirl! Klanmüirl!

Huh?

Xznly Squiwl.

Oh, quiznak.

What are you doing here?
You should be resting.

I cannot sleep. Zarkon is out there.
He's searching for us.

I know how you feel,
but you have to step away for a while.

It's what's best for everyone.

We are several galaxies away.
How could they find us so soon?

Oh, no! My good batch!

Huh?

Particle barrier up!

- Coran, are you there?
- I'm here!

- Over here! Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- Zarkon is back! What's our status?

Wormholing will be a problem.
The lenses haven't been readjusted!

I don't know if the teludav
will generate enough power.

- Do everything you can!
- They found us again?

How is that possible? Is that possible?
That doesn't seem possible!

Right now, we must figure out
a way to get out of here.

Or we can stay and fight.
Now's our chance.

Form Voltron. Enough running!

It's too dangerous!

Allura's right. We can't take on Zarkon
and his entire fleet.

Remember what happened
at Zarkon's command center.

We wouldn't have escaped if the Blade
of Marmora hadn't shut down the shield.

The turbine's up. Still working
on the worm...

Uh, guys,

I think I'm realizing now that I do,
in fact, have a case of the slipperies.

I'm sorry I yelled at you, Pidge.
I may need your help, after all.

- I'm coming down.
- Let's clear a path.

Lance, there's a fighter
advancing on your nine!

Thanks for the heads-up! And you've
got one going for the lower barrier.

Good eye!

What can I do?

Help me divert power.
Slide me to that monitor!

Wipe my sweat!

Okay, buddy, you're mine.

What's going on?
I lost control of my defense drone!

I got you covered! Uh, I don't got you.
Oh, there must be a system failure.

Nope, that was us!

We're diverting power
from non-essential systems

to get the wormhole generator working.

sh**ting bad guys is pretty essential!

We lost secondary controls!
Thermal regulator's offline!

Oh, no, there goes the particle barrier!

Okay, try it! We should be able
to make one very small jump... I hope.

- Is it gonna hold?
- I guess we're about to find out.

The wormhole's open!

Oh, no! The lenses are
breaking down even more!

We'll be out of the wormhole
even sooner this time!

Zarkon keeps finding us.

It's like he knows how to track us down.

Maybe he planted
some kind of tracking device.

Well, it is nothing on the ship.

The Castle would have detected
any tracking devices.

Until we figure out
exactly how he's doing it,

we should assume
that he could show up at any minute.

So, stay alert.

Oh, man! Oh, what's going on? What are
you guys doing? What are you looking at?

- You woke yourself up snoring.
- My bad.

- Coran, what's our status? Any good news?
- Actually, there is a bit of good news.

I'm finally getting used
to these slipperies.

My mucus glands are working
at an incredible rate!

Any good news about the teludav?

I'm afraid not. The last jump
overloaded the lens-stones.

Now, even more of them are broken.

I'm going to try some readjustments
to change the beam trajectory.

Until then, wormholing away
will be impossible.

Hey, there's a giant metallic storm
ahead of us.

I think we can hide
in the eye of the storm.

It should give off enough interference
so we can't be tracked.

It's worth a shot.

Brilliant, Pidge.

We're essentially invisible to any radar,
radio waves, universal scans,

or any other known technology.

No!

Send in the fighters, flush them out.

When they are within range,
I will take control of the Black Lion.

Okay, I don't know how he found us,

but it definitely wasn't
with normal instruments.

It's me.

It's been me all along.

That's how they found us
on planet Arus.

It doesn't matter, Princess.

We're in this together.
We're gonna get out together.

Uh, how? We're trapped.

We need to form Voltron
and go through the storm.

The storm? What are you, nuts?

Yeah! What do you mean?
Yeah, why would we do that?

It's risky, I know,
but it's our only chance.

We have to go through the storm,
then lure Zarkon's ship away,

giving Allura some time
to get into open space.

- Then, what?
- Then, we wormhole away.

Coran, remember how you said getting
this Castle to wormhole is impossible?

Well, I need you to do the impossible.

Form Voltron!

Team, let's draw those fighters out!

I think it's working!
They're following us!

- How's it coming, Coran?
- In order for this to work,

each remaining lens-stone will need
to take the equivalent of five beams!

There's no way it can hold
that kind of power!

The whole thing will explode!

- We've lost them in the storm!
- They won't be in there long.

They can't follow us
in this storm! It's tearing them apart!

The debris!

It's gonna tear us apart
if we don't do something!

- Pidge, we're gonna need that shield!
- On it!

- And, Keith, the sword!
- Yes, sir!

Legs, I need everything you got!

- Roger! Engaging lower thrusters!
- I'm right there with ya!

Get me closer to the Black Lion.

Sire, we have the Princess trapped.
We can finish her now!

The Black Lion is all that matters!

Coran, here we go!

It worked! They escaped!

- What's going on?
- My lion!

Zarkon...

Zarkon's taking control
of the Black Lion again! Fall back!

Paladins, now's your chance!
Get out of there!

I forgot how intense Zarkon's
connection to the Black Lion is.

We have to keep our distance,
or risk losing Voltron.

Let's disband and get back to the Castle.

Attack that Castle with everything
we've got! Capture Voltron!

Why haven't we wormholed yet?

Because we can't! We're missing
several scaultrite lens-stones!

They've shattered! Gone! Don't exist!

Sloven-day-h*!

That's Altean for "gone."

Wait, did you say "scaultrite"?
I've seen that somewhere before.

I think Hunk was making
some terrible cookies from that stuff!

Unbelievable! These cookies do have
trace elements of scaultrite.

- Could they work?
- They might be able to hold for one jump,

but we'd still need several people
actually physically holding them.

And, if the trajectories
were calculated just so...

It just warms my heart
that people are enjoying my cookies.

Okay, there.
Now, nobody move if you want to live.

I think I moved! I think I moved!

Well, then move back
to where you think you were!

Okay, now, I'm going to monitor
the beam from out there.

Wait, Coran! How dangerous is this?

Honestly, this is the most dangerous thing
I've ever seen, or heard of,

but since we're probably
going to die anyway,

what the heck, let's give it a shot!

Good luck, gentlemen and gentlelady.
It's been a pleasure.

Don't touch the lasers!

Uh...

They're in position!

We're gonna die! We're gonna die!
We're gonna die!

Hold tight, Lance!

Hm?

It's not working!

Coran, what's happening?
Zarkon's right on top of us!

The stones aren't reflecting properly!
I need something to shine them up!

Oh...

Wait a second. I think I've got it.
Hit the wormhole in ten ticks!

Ten...

- What's happening?
- ...nine...

No one move!
I've got to shine these stones!

Good thing I've got
a case of the slipperies!

...six...

five...

four...

three...

- two...
- Huh?

...one!

Great work, team! We made it! Huh?

We were close, sire, but it appears
they were able to make a full jump.

There is no place in this universe
beyond my vision's reach.

Time is on my side.

Set a course for Voltron.