Wait...What? Omega!? - Rewritten

Chapter 4

The hull door closed, and the great lion was sprawled on the floor, a quad of soldiers approached with blasters at the ready in case the paladin inside was still able and ready to fight. Two brave souls (the commanders) stepped forward, venturing up to the mouth of the lion, and seeing that it was opened with no sign of activity, they made their way inside. Everywhere they looked there was damage, wires were hanging from the roof and panels of the interior had been torn off from the ion canon. It didn't get much better the further inside they trekked. Coming up to the cockpit door they stood in awe as part of it had been ripped off by a structure beam that pierced it, ducking under it they both covered their noses as an overwhelming wave of pheromones invaded their nostrils.

"Quiznack. That's something you don't smell every day." One of them joked stepping up to the control panel, as the other continued past it. "Where is the Paladin?"

"Over here, surprisingly unharmed, all things considered." The other replied squatting down to get a better look a Lance. He was limply laying there only the metal floor still somewhat curled up, his head was bleeding and left wrist seemed to be broken. But the most notable thing to the soldiers was the sweaty heat that even in an unconscious state had his body twitching.

"Now that truly is a pathetic sight." The first guy chuckled tapping his comrade of the shoulder. "It's so sad that Voltron can't find anything better then an omega to be their pilot."

"Well, I think scored well, ha-ha!"

Whilst the two of them bantered behind them someone much more important approached to see the spoils of his new victory. With a small cough the figure made himself known and the two soldiers jumped up to stand at attention.

"Prince Lotor w-"

"What seems to be so amusing to the both of you?" his voice flat and cold demanding respect. Lotor had both of his hand behind his back, standing straight, his demeanour seeming calm on the outside but they new better then to speak out of turn. "Speak."

"Well, it's just you were right about the Blue Paladin being an omega, and you are fortunate my Prince, he is in heat too." The second soldier promptly answered, trying not to stumble on his words.

Lance's POV

Buzzing and a burning through my body began to rise, my eyes won't open no matter how hard that I try, as if they are glued shut. There is a sharp pain on my head like when someone throws a hard ball at you. What's going on, why do I feel like I can't breathe, why can't I hear properly. Help please, someone. Alpha? Anyone, please...

"What sh...ld we......ith....him?" I vaguely hear voices somewhere around me, but I cant understand what they are saying through the powerfully ringing in my ears. I do however notice the brief moment of silence before a voice like nothing I have ever hear speaks.

"Good...t..ke him to.....room." Room, what room? His voice sent shivers through me, something about him just made me very scared. This is bad, I-I...oh god. The spinning becomes too much for me to take and I once again feel myself slip back to the darkness.

Third POV

The two commanders take the injured, heat-stricken omega from the Blue Lion, past the other armed soldiers that cheered for their victory and down the ship towards the prince's quarters. The first commander carrying the unconscious body and the other striking up a conversation to pass the time.

"What do you think is going to happen it?" he queried turning to look down at the sweating omega, taking a cheeky sniff of the pheromones in the air.

"Personally, whatever it is I don't think the omega sands a chance, but my guess is the prince will claim him as his own. If you know what I mean~" responding with a sly glance.

"Damn, I was hoping his royal snootiness would kind enough to share. Its not everyday that we get to be so close to something like this."

They rounded the final corner that led to two huge metal doors softly illuminated by torches either side. They placed a hand on the keypad and watched as the doors opened inwards to reveal a lavish bedroom of rich purples, each with gold accents highlighting the furniture and jewels. Walking over to the large bed the two of them contemplated on whether to place him in or on the bed. Would their Prince be pleased to see the omega in the bed, or would he get furious that the covers of his expensive bed were ruined. In favour of avoiding his possible anger they opted to place him gently on top, close to the middle and quickly made their way out of the room not wanting to intrude any longer than necessary.

-Back at the Castle of Lions-

Everyone was sitting in the main deck, Shiro had been patched up and they all felt a heavy weight on their shoulders. No one knew what was the right thing to break the silence was, they had just lost a team member, a packmate and what did they do? They took off running with their tail between their legs. It stayed like that for a while until a certain alpha spoke up.

"We have to after Lance, every second we sit here he is in more and more danger." He was breathing harshly, hands balled into fists.

"Well, we can't go in all reckless, guns blazing. That's just stupid." Allura countered with a condescending tone insinuating that Keith didn't know that. It just angered him more.

"Are you kidding?! They could be torturing Lance and you are worried about a plan?" It was clear to the remaining team that the Red Paladin was becoming increasingly more agitated. He knew they needed a plan, but he also didn't care, he wants Lance back and safe in his arms now. Turning to Shiro he gave a look hoping to get a little support but all he got was a sigh.

"I want to charge in there too Keith, but Allura is right, we need to think this through, they are bound to be expecting us. Lance needs us to be prepared and at our best in order to rescue him".

This set Keith off, he let out a deep growl, throwing his firsts and proceeded to storm out of the control room leaving his team dumfounded.

"What's gotten into him?"