"So the planet is peaceful?" The tall Samoan asked, looking both skeptical and terrified. None of the Paladins were too keen on visiting a planet that held more hostile Aliens that could potentially put another team member of theirs out of commission for a short time. Pidge still wasn't on her feet yet, and they desperately needed help with repairs.

"Well, ten thousand years ago it was relatively peaceful." The Altean princess answered at the helm. Her hands were busy as she stared ahead. Hunk gave a slightly panicked look towards his fellow paladins.

"That was ten thousand years ago, how do we know they're still peaceful?" Keith cut in, clearly not on board with this either. Lance would have agreed if it wasn't Keith talking. Lance missed the last planet they'd been on, after all, it'd had girls willing to actually speak to him.

Lance liked any planet that was similar to earth, had girls to swoon, and things to do. Mainly the girls though, they were distractions from his home. Cuba had been beautiful, Monsoon season had always bummed him out, but he'd love to be holed up with his family in their home right about now.

"Princess, that was a long time ago, perhaps a lot has changed there." Coran tried to reason with her for the clearly less than thrilled humans aboard the ship. Allura waved him off, smiling pleasantly. She clearly was confident in her choice. For some odd reason, Lance was not. Usually, he agrees on command with her. But this just seemed like a bad idea.

"It is still peaceful, the people of Atlantis would never turn away Alteans, we're sister races." Allura sounded so confident, Lance could have taken a look in her book for actual confidence.

"Princess, Altea disappeared ten thousand years ago. If anyone remembered us it would not be them." Coran tried to reason again. Allura gave him a look that prompted his silence. She turned to face the paladins with a smile. Her eyes held a level of excitement that only a child in a candy shop could have.

"The Atlantians forged the Blue Lion. They should welcome us with open arms."

Oh, how Lance wished she was right.

The planet Atlantis was surfaced with water the entire planet over. Except for this small patch of land and trees, with buildings that Lance thought belonged in a period between Ancient Greece and the Roman empire. They were ruins, which seemed out of place to the rest of the planet.

Allura was the first to reach actual land and he wished it'd been someone else.  Maybe Shiro, or even Keith, because this was clearly not how she remembered this planet. The ruins weren't fresh, but they were made of Some metal that Lance had never seen before. The buildings had clearly once been beautiful.

Allura placed her hand against a column, her face turned to the ground. She made a small strangled noise, a deep noise in her chest. Her other hand clenched the front of her dress.

Coran put a gentle hand on her shoulder, blue eyes scanning her form for any sign of recovery. Lance understood that Allura wanted familiar ground, and right now, this was all they had. A bunch of ruins of what once was probably a healthy civilization.

...

     "Dorran, I swear I will put you in a cave and leave you there." The girl is giggling like a school girl, gills flapping like crazy to pull in oxygen.
The boy she cried out to nowhere in sight. Her hair floats behind her in a braid of braids. One braid, braided into another braid braided into the braid and then braided with what was left.

"I'm not kidding, I will tie you up for the Klanoms, I mean it." She calls, swimming towards a bunch of rocks. Her hands grab hold of them and she pulls herself to them. Her eyes scan behind them, before a hand clamps down on her shoulder.

"Shh!" The boy hisses out, clampings a hand on her mouth as he pulls her to him. She freezes, making a noise that is too muffled to be distinctly a word. Her eyes are wide and she automatically clasps onto his arm, digging her nails into his flesh. The scent of blood filled the water faster than the look of it did and she automatically retracted, spinning in the water.

He slammed a hand over the wound, gritting his pointed teeth with a glare at her. She sheepishly ducked her head and closed her eyes.

"Dorran..."

"Really? Again? I know you said about the Klanoms, but this? Do you intend to lead the Scorptilia to us too?" He snaps, already trying to hurriedly pull his sleeve over it. She reaches out to help and he moves her hand away. "You've done enough."

"I-I didn-"

"I know what you meant to do, Nereida, doesn't make it any better." He grumbles, stopping the inflow of red in the salty water. She folded her hands before her abdomin, wading her webbed feet through the water. He takes her by the arm, careful of his own claws, and pulls them upward.

"What are you doing?" She whispers to him as he climbs along the shoteline and begind to hoist himself up. He turns to her and puts a finger over his lips, asking her silence. She presses her lips into a line as she climbs after him, feet slipping against the surface.

"Look." He breathes, eyes starring into the ruins. She sighs and barelly peaks her head up to look out. The sun almost burns as soon as she is above the surface. Her skin, now no longer pale and blue tinted is a light peachy color.

"I-I don't see-"

"Alteans." She tenses up, jaw clenching. She can feel her teeth grinding into one another as she glances towards the direction of the travelers. Travelers had always been welcome, usually they brought things the Atlantians needed, and other times they brought sicknesses that took decades to cure. She always had a soft spot for travelers, usually it didn't matter where they were from.

"Are you sure?" She whispers, climbing over the rocks to get a better look. He wraps an arm around her waist to help, careful of his nails. Her eyes scan the ruins, eyes flitting across the sandy terrain like a hungry scavenger.

"Her ears-" He points to a white haired woman in a long blue and pink gown, her skin is dark, much darker than most Atlantians. "And the markings."

Nereida searches over the woman's face. There is indeed unusual markings adorning her cheeks. She frowns, the woman looks heavily torn apart emotionally. Then there were the facts, the Alteans went extinct almost 10,000 years ago, the last of the people hiding out on Atlantis.

"The Alteans are extinct-"

"You and I both know Chief Cantuk traded the survivors for protection, maybe they arn't." He persisted. She chewed her cheek lightly, not breaking the skin. He had quite a few points, but if they were the actual Alteans...

"If they are, Alteans, we need to tell the Chief." She puffs out, eyes narrowing as more people join the woman. She frowns, they were not like the fabled Villains of old. The ears were not pointed, their metals were not of Noble class, or any Altean cloth, and their cheeks were not adorned with glowing markings.

"If we tell the chief, he might allow us that war that Chief Andrun promised."