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The Hunted[]
EXT. OUTER SPACE[]
[Begin opening credits.]
[The LIONS OF VOLTRON fly in formation past a GIANT RED PLANET.]
[Inside the GREEN LION, PIDGE studies a radar on her dashboard.]
PIDGE: Lotor's cruiser is on the other side of the planet. At our current rate of speed, we'll be within attack range in an hour.
[In the BLACK LION, KEITH sits forward at his controls, staring dead ahead.]
KEITH: Good. Hold formation.
[LOTOR'S CRUISER is in view floating around the planet. The camera zooms out to reveal the LIONS approaching quickly, but their formation isn't as tight.]
[The BLUE LION veers off-course and crashes into the YELLOW LION'S SIDE. Both LIONS bounce off each other, breaking formation further.]
[In the BLUE LION, ALLURA braces against the impact.]
ALLURA: [grunts] Oh, apologies, Hunk!
[In the YELLOW LION, HUNK braces against the impact and frowns.]
HUNK: Mm, is attacking right now such a good idea? You know, since not everyone is so great with their lions?
ALLURA: [concerned] Do you mean me, specifically?
HUNK: [embarrassed] You? No. No way, I didn't-- I'm just simply pointing out that more than half of the team are in new lions. Maybe now's not a great time to bite off more than we can chew.
[KEITH frowns against this newfound doubt among his team.]
LANCE: [over comms] You can blame our hot-headed leader for that one. KEITH: First, you want me to lead, then you complain about how I do it. Prince Lotor is the heir to the Galra throne. We could end his reign right now.
[LANCE pulls the RED LION back from near the BLACK LION and joins the others.]
LANCE: [concerned] Allura, you doing okay in Blue?
[ALLURA sits tensely at her controls.]
ALLURA: I'm fine. I've been flying the Castle for half my life. I just need a few ticks to adjust to the lion.
[In the BLACK LION, KETIH stares at a BLINKING ICON on his radar.]
KEITH: Good... because we're going in.
EXT. LOTOR'S CRUISER[]
[LOTOR'S CRUISER lies in wait, orbiting the RED PLANET. Inside the ship, LOTOR sits in a THRONE, with his head resting on his fist. His GENERALS stand at their stations around the bridge. A beeping gets their attention, showing them a VIDEO FEED of the LIONS in hot pursuit.]
ACXA: The lions will be on us in one varga. What are your orders? ZETHRID: I say we turn around and start shooting.
[LOTOR sits forward.]
LOTOR: We just learned all five lions are operational. There's still much we don't know.
[He stands, earning the attention of all of his GENERALS.]
LOTOR: Keep the cruiser on this heading until my return. [to Acxa] Ready my fighter. I'm going to attack the lions myself. ZETHRID: You'll never take them all out alone.
[LOTOR pauses his exit out of the room.]
LOTOR: I'm not trying to.
INT. THE BLACK LION[]
[KEITH watches as his radar gives him new information.]
KEITH: I'm detecting movement. LANCE: [over comms] So much for the element of surprise.
[As the LIONS continue their approach, the camera reveals LOTOR'S FIGHTER SHIP launching from his CRUISER.] [HUNK sees this new ship on his windshield.]
HUNK: It's just a single fighter. Where's the rest of them?
[KEITH sets his sights ahead and furrows his brow.]
KEITH: Probably scrambling as we speak. Let's take it out.
[He thrusts forward on his controls, and the BLACK LION pulls ahead of its teammates.]
[LOTOR sees this movements, and thrusts his own ship forward before turning at an incredible speed and launching upwards out of sight.]
[KEITH is so distracted by LOTOR'S maneuvers, he doesn't see the RED LION approaching from behind until it clips the underbelly of the BLACK LION as it rockets forward.]
KEITH: [grunts] Lance, what are you doing? LANCE: Sorry! Red here is a lot faster than I'm used to. [a beat] Uh, where'd that fighter go?
[KEITH gasps. The RED LION turns in midair just as LOTOR'S FIGHTER swoops in on the LIONS from behind, firing on them with its blaster cannons. It hits the BLACK LION in the back. KEITH tries to thrust the BLACK LION forward at top speed to lose the FIGHTER.]
KEITH: Come on, move!
[He thrusts forward on his controls.]
INT. LOTOR'S FIGHTER[]
[LOTOR'S SHIP displays a SCOPE VIEW of his blaster fire as it targets the BLACK LION. He has a TARGET LOCK on it.]
[In the BLACK LION, KIETH braces against the impacts of the blasts.]
KEITH: [groans] I can't shake him. Someone get this guy off my tail.
[As the BLACK LION flies at top speed with LOTOR'S FIGHTER in hot pursuit, the BLUE, GREEN, and YELLOW LIONS swoop in for rescue.]
PIDGE: Coming in on your six.
[In his ship, LOTOR turns to see the LIONS giving chase. He doesn't look worried.] [All THREE LIONS fire their MOUTH CANNONS at once, blue beams of energy trailed on LOTOR'S FIGHTER. LOTOR dodges their attacks effortlessly, leading the BLUE LION'S beam to hit the BLACK LION instead.]
KEITH: [groans] Allura! ALLURA: [over comms] I'm sorry, Keith!
[KEITH looks ahead of him and gasps. The RED LION is careening in front of him at top speed.]
LANCE: [frantic] Seriously, does this thing have brakes?
[Having paused in his path, the BLACK LION gets hit again by LOTOR'S CANNONS.]
[The RED LION continues to fly without stopping.]
[The YELLOW LION gets hit by LOTOR, HUNK yelling at the impact.]
[PIDGE does the same when he targets the GREEN LION.]
[ALLURA groans as he barrels into the BLUE LION. She tries to chase him in retaliation, but he's too fast for her. He thrusts upward to reveal she's on a collision course with the YELLOW LION.]
HUNK: [panicked] Allura! Allura!
[It's too late. The LIONS crash into each other, the momentum causing them to spin right over the RED LION'S head.]
EXT. RED PLANET'S ORBIT[]
LANCE: Whoa! What's up with this guy? He's playing us against ourselves.
[HUNK sits up groggily in his LION.]
KEITH: [over comms] It's gotta be Lotor. HUNK: [groaning] Ow. Allura, you okay over there?
[ALLURA sits up, huffing in frustration.]
ALLURA: I'm fine, but these controls are not responding, not like the Castle. What's wrong with you, Lion? Do as I command! Move!
[PIDGE looks out at her team in concern.]
PIDGE: Maybe someone should suggest to Allura that flying the lion is different than flying the Castle.
LANCE: Hey, I already told her yelling at her lion wouldn't work. Didn't go over well. She yelled at me, too.
HUNK: Yeah, count me out. She scares me when she's under pressure.
ALLURA: [frustrated] I can hear you.
[PIDGE, LANCE, and HUNK all scream in surprise.] [The LIONS float aimlessly as LOTOR'S FIGHTER weaves through them, still firing his CANNONS.]
PIDGE: Keith, what should we do?
KEITH: [angry] How about this? Everyone stay out of my way!
LANCE: [sarcastically] Great. Great leadership.
MOMENTS LATER[]
[The BLACK LION fires its MOUTH CANNON on LOTOR'S FIGHTER. LOTOR'S FIGHTER responds by turning its ENGINES on an axis and rocketing in the opposite directions, getting a couple hits in on the BLACK LION as it passes.]
[KEITH grunts against the impact. The BLACK LION growls.]
KEITH: Okay, this isn't working. We need to form Voltron. Everyone! In formation!
[The BLACK LION thrusts forward. The OTHER LIONS follow suit to join him. The LIONS fly in perfect formation, even turning upwards in sync and holding their positions... But nothing happens. They just keep flying.]
HUNK: [nervous] Uh, guys? Guys, I'm not really feeling that Voltron feeling! KEITH: [focused, frustrated] Keep going!
[They do, but they still don't form Voltron. LOTOR'S FIGHTER swoops in at incredible speed to fly alongside them from a distance. LOTOR narrows his eyes at their flight pattern before thrusting forward on his controls.]
PIDGE: It's not happening! KEITH: [growls] What is going on?
[A VIDEO FEED of LANCE pops up on his windshield.]
LANCE: [on screen] Guys! Fighter!
[LOTOR'S FIGHER is dead ahead of them, blasting wildly. The LIONS have no choice but to break formation to evade enemy fire. LOTOR looks back at the scattered LIONS, surveying his work.]
LOTOR: How disappointing. It appears that the reality of Voltron does not live up to the legend.
[He kicks his ENGINES into high gear and disappears.]
LANCE: Well, that was embarrassing.
[The LIONS drift toward each other, staring at LOTOR'S vanishing point.]
HUNK: So... should we call it quits? Maybe go back, regroup, get a meal? KEITH: No! I know everyone is struggling, but we can't let Lotor slip away.
[Unfortunately, LOTOR is already closing in on his CRUISER.]
INT. LOTOR'S FIGHTER[]
LOTOR: Acxa, set course for these coordinates. I'm going to lure the lions there.
[LOTOR'S GENERALS watch a VIDEO FEED of their commander from their positions in the CRUISER. ACXA receives the coordinates to the new planet on her dashboard.]
ACXA: Thayserix? Why?
[LOTOR looks ahead as he flies.]
LOTOR: These are not the paladins who defeated my father. EZOR: [over comms] What? How do you know?
[His GENERALS stand at attention in the CRUISER.]
LOTOR: [on video] They do not fight as a unit and are unable to form Voltron. Perhaps my father did as much damage to their team as they did to him.
[In his FIGHTER, he furrows his brow in decision.]
LOTOR: Whatever the case, they're vulnerable and we need to take advantage.
[AXCA'S dashboard displays LOTOR'S FIGHTER'S schematics.]
ACXA: Recalibrating your fighter to adjust for the atmospheric changes to Thayserix now.
[EZOR watches her work over her shoulder.]
EZOR: [raising an eyebrow] What? What happens on Thayserix?
ACXA: The planet is made of dense gases and has unusual magnetic poles that distort and wreak havoc on normal sensors.
EZOR: Oh... So, once the lions are there, they'll be blind. No offense, Narti.
[NARTI turns around from her station to face EZOR, KOVA the cat growling at EZOR from his perch on her shoulder.]
LOTOR: Keep the cruiser in orbit around Thayserix. [grinning] I'll flush the lions out one by one for you to capture.
EXT. THAYSERIX[]
[LOTOR'S FIGHTER speeds toward THAYSERIX, a planet fraught with storms and massive spike-like mountains protruding from its atmosphere. The LIONS follow LOTOR in hot pursuit.]
[LOTOR'S FIGHTER flies decidedly toward the dense cloud cover.]
[KEITH watches his descent from his position in the BLACK LION.]
KEITH: He's trying to hide from us. PIDGE: [over comms] We may not want to follow him. We don't know what's in there.
[KEITH thrusts the BLACK LION forward anyway. The OTHER LIONS have no choice but to follow him.]
[Each of the OTHER PALADINS look up in concern as their DASHBOARDS begin to flicker and turn red with warning symbols. Their COMMS fill with STATIC.]
[The LIONS are fully submerged in DENSE FOG, their yellow eyes acting as headlights.]
PIDGE: [over comms, breaking up] Guys, we have a problem.
[Inside the GREEN LION, PIDGE surveys her compromised dashboard frantically.]
PIDGE: My sensors are going crazy. I think it's due to this planet's atmosphere and what must be strange magnetic poles.
[KEITH sits forward in the BLACK LION, staring dead ahead.]
KEITH: We can't worry about that now. I'm not letting this guy get away.
[His WINDSHIELD is cluttered with WARNING SYMBOLS. LOTOR'S FIGHTER taunts him as it weaves effortlessly in and out of the dense fog.]
PIDGE: Keith, without accurate sensors or working equipment, we're not gonna be able to tell what's up or down, where we are, or how to get out. i say we fall back. KEITH: [pushing on his controls] No, keep going.
[Even the camera can barely see the LIONS as they fly through THAYSERIX.]
KEITH: [over comms, breaking up] ...going. HUNK: [over comms] What? What? All-All I heard was "going." Are we going back? Is anyone else getting this static?
[The LIONS keep flying. The BLUE LION begins to lag behind. Inside the BLUE LION, ALLURA looks forward, panicked.]
ALLURA: I'm losing visuals on you all. I need you to slow down!
[The BLUE LION looks ahead in vain as the OTHER LIONS stay on course, keeping their speed.]
KEITH: [over comm] We gotta keep up. He's getting away!
[HUNK looks around in concern at his COMPROMISED SENSORS.]
HUNK: Guys, I think this gas is messing with our radios. We gotta stay close if we want to communicate.
[A wide shot reveals LOTOR'S FIGHTER leading at a great distance, the BLACK LION pulling ahead from the other LIONS, the GREEN, RED, and YELLOW LIONS sticking together, and the BLUE LION falling more behind by the second.]
[LOTOR continues his course with ease, smirking at his success.]
EXT. FOG FIELD[]
[The BLACK LION strains to keep on course, the OTHER LIONS scrambling to follow him.]
[LANCE looks back at their progress, not able to see much.]
LANCE: I think we made it through the worst of it--[screams]
[He narrowly avoids crashing into a SPIKE-LIKE MOUNTAIN, helped only by the RED LION'S speed. He weaves through ARCHES OF ROCK, dangerously close to hitting one as he and the GREEN and YELLOW LIONS catch up to him.] [ALLURA strains to see what's ahead of her, seeing the same SPIKE-LIKE MOUNTAIN as she comes up on it fast.]
ALLURA: [gasps] No! No!
[She puts everything she can into turning, avoiding the first one, but she isn't as successful in dodging the other ARCHES. The BLUE LION tumbles helplessly over the surface of an ARCH, its CLAWS trying to slow it down. But the CLAWS only make her spin when she slides off the ARCH and clips her LION'S hind feet on another one.] [HUNK sees her crash and turns to look at the BLACK LION.]
HUNK: [over comms] Allura took a hit. I'm going after her. KEITH: [over comms] Hunk!
[Too late, The YELLOW LION has turned around and is thrusting toward the BLUE LION'S position.]
KEITH: [over comms, groans] The rest of you, stay on me!
[LOTOR continues his pace among the ARCHES and DENSE FOG. The BLACK, RED, and GREEN LIONS fly as fast as they can to catch him. The BLACK LION thrusts forward at top speed, to which LOTOR responds by twisting and turning at a faster rate and in a less predictable pattern.] [The BLACK LION continues its pursuit, the RED and GREEN LIONS trying to catch up with him.]
LANCE: [over comms] Keith, we have to go back for Allura.
[KEITH sits forward at his controls, growling as he tries to keep up with LOTOR.] [LANCE watches the pursuit in terror.]
LANCE: Keith, you're splitting up the team!
[KEITH looks ahead with wide, manic eyes.]
LANCE: [over comms] Keith, don't do this!
[KEITH shuts his eyes and yells, pulling the BLACK LION out of the chase. The RED and GREEN LIONS are quick to follow.]
[LOTOR'S FIGHTER continues its flight into an even more dense RED FOG.]