[ Thanks to the previous gifts, Allura had learned what kind of tastes and textures Earthlings like and what would benefit their bodies most. She has taken to not holding back on what she commands the kitchens to produce -- a privilege she very liberally takes advantage of. Seeing Shiro eat to regain his strength is reassuring.

Shiro's recognition of Voltron, even if just in name, even more so. ]

Voltron is indeed the weapon I've mentioned. It's a war machine about a quarter the size of this castle in height and is formed by five lions, the Black Lion being its central pillar. With its Paladins -- its pilots, it can wield tremendous power, far beyond what the Galra fleet can manage. I figure you understand now why they want it. The Galra holding Voltron means total enslavement of the entire universe.

[ Allura cannot even begin to picture how such a world would look like, what kind of gentler folk would have to suffer Zarkon's claws, unable to fight back. And yet it is against this picture that she has drawn her fighting lines. The Black Lion rumbles encouragingly in her mind. ]

The Galra have been trying to get our scientists to surrender the secrets behind Voltron in an effort to replicate it. [ A bitter kind of smile tugs at Allura's lips, but is never quite completed. ] How we have managed to stretch the trickle of all that knowledge over ten thousand years is no small feat by my father, but I don't know for how much longer I can follow his example.

[ Though she suspects that whatever other knowledge that's left at the time she started her "reign" has already been exhausted by now, which was why Zarkon is closing in on her. Allura corrals her thoughts, not wanting to set her plans in stone just yet. Shiro might just have information she needs, even if it means matching points up to what she already knows. ]

What have you heard exactly? Every little thing is important.