Paladins of the past.

Chapter 25:

Chapter 25: Underground

After reporting their situation to Shiro, Lance and Keith moved to where the hanger was, seeing all the ships sitting idly made Lance tense, a numbing feeling in his stomach, "The entire hanger's only being guarded by a few sentries." Keith stated as he looked around the hanger, summoning his bayard Keith prepared to move for an attack, "Let's go!"

Lance grabbed Keith, pulling him back from the entrance, back into the cave, "Cool your jets, love." Keith glared at Lance at the nickname, "The Balmera is alive, we can't blow things up like a psycho," Lance continued exasperated.

"Oh, right." Keith muttered putting his bayard away, "You got a better idea?"

"Always dear," Lance smirked, "The Control room has one sentry, we sneak in to dispose of the robot and close the bay doors, trapping the ships," Lance explained pointing out the room that was on the other side of the hanger, Keith stared at Lance.

"That- !" Keith sighed, "Actually, is a better idea," Keith muttered resignedly. With that Keith moved towards the hanger, Lance only a few steps away, not wanting to walk across the catwalk, which would obviously bring attention to themselves, Keith and Lance entered a small cave where they had to crawl.

"We're almost there," Keith said, as he saw the cave get slightly bigger, with the familiar purple of the metal the Galra use.

"I'm not complaining," Lance replied, as he looked at Keith and his ass, huffing out a laugh at the distressed noise Keith replied with when he realised what Lance was on about.

"Stop staring at my ass,"

"You're in front of me! Where else am I meant to look?" Lance asked as they reached the metal, where Keith summoned his Bayard, ignoring Lance's question as he created a hole in the ceiling, Lance kicked the hole open, crushing the sentry under the metal's weight, the two paladins then entered the control room. Lance took one look at the controls before sighing 'I really need to learn Galran, or get Pidge to update the translators to understand written text' Lance thought to himself and Keith orientated himself.

"Alright, I'll keep an eye out for those guards. You sort out the hanger doors," Lance ordered, summoning his Bayard moving towards the window, Keith did the same as Lance, taking one look at the keyboard before grabbing Lance's wrist.

"I can't figure this out," Keith hissed out, making Lance turn towards him.

"Why not?" Lance asked, genuinely confused, even tilting his head slightly.

"They're galran!" Keith gestures wildly at the control panel.

"That shouldn't stop - oh," Lance started before cutting himself off, "Oh," his eyes widened as he slowly nodded his head, "Yes, that would be a problem for you. Past Keith. Not older Keith. Who does not know galran." Lance uttered out in a robotic voice, blinking slowly at Keith, who did the same back.

"Follow your instincts," Lance offered unhelpfully, clamping his hand on Keith's shoulder giving a bright smile before turning back towards the door, making Keith fumble for a moment before he himself turned towards the control panel grumbling to himself.

"Why do you call me half breed?" Keith asked, as he looked through the controls, Lance froze at the question, turning around to look at the shorter boy.

"I- uh." Lance hesitated, "I can't tell you,"

"Why not?" Keith turned to look at Lance

"Because finding out and the experience that you have afterwards is something you didn't want to change," Lance explained turning back to the window, "You'll hate me for not telling, once you do find out. But we all talked about things we would and wouldn't change if we were able to go into the past, not that we knew that it was possible at the time," Lance added, "but the truth of your heritage and they way you found out, you didn't want to change that,"