The connections stopped. It felt a loss but was unsure why. Then they came back, with one message, not the scattered meaningless garble of before. This was singular, speaking to a part of Hegemon that it did not realise remained. Something buried deep within itself, like the key to a lock. He heard a voice and thought of strawberry blond hair and a savage smile. “Vehicle Voltron is the best Voltron.” Hegemon felt something surge up from within. A response, driven by a part of itself it did not know still existed. Well, that is some bullsh—
