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You will be found./2/-Klance

{Ok, so pretty big time skip. Team Voltron has been failing miserably for a while, and can't even get close to where they need to go. The only thing that keeps Shiro insisting on finding Keith is the fact Lance sides with him every time. Can we blame him tho?? He never go to ask Shiro questions. Boi's curious.}
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(Keith's POV)

'They've been weirdly accepting of my wanting to fight recently... Is my rest period finally coming to an end?'

I continue picking fuzz off of one of my many blankets as the door slides open, allowing three guards to enter. Its always three.

"Good morning Little Champion~!!" sings the one on the far right, stepping forward and placing a tray on the ground. My food for the day.

"How did you sleep, Little One?" Asks another as she places new, clean blankets next to my nest. To replace the old tattered ones.

They've always been quite kind to me, though never letting me step foot outside of my cell. The third one not so much. He's one of the few purest guards here, meaning they hate anything that 'Taints Galra Blood.' AKA, any half-breed.

Deciding to ignore their questions and pry, I ask, "Is my rest period over yet? I'm getting bored." The silent threat that always hangs over anyone who steps into my cell makes itself known: Don't fuck up. My boredom will cost your life.

"Apologies, Halfwit," The third guard spits, as if it's taking all of his self control to not kill me where I sit, "the warden has your next fight scheduled already. Next pheob (month) you fight the gladiator."

The door slides closed after the two kind guards. They know he messed up. Now he must pay the price.

I stand up, head tilted towards the ground.

"Thank you."

"Huh? What are you- wait- NO! HELP! LET ME OU-"

"You've cured my boredom for now."

I stand on top of his crushed skull, fully embracing my Galran features, and look out the small viewing window in the door.

'I'm done playing nice. I want to find Shiro.'

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(Shiro's POV)

The princess has been distant with me since I defended Keith. I don't know why she can't see not all Galra are bad.

"The castle picked up a distress signal from a moon in the Warian system!!" yells Coran, Pidge immediately taking the signal and triangulating it, getting the coordinates.

"I got it! It's the larger moon around the planet... Xakthum???" they say, statement turning into a question with the pronunciation of the planet.

"Good work Pidge!" Comments Allura before opening a wormhole, "Let's go see what we can do for the poor souls in danger."

(Planet pronounced zack-thumb)
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(Keith's POV)

I had waited until they came to remove the body to leave. I don't want the kind guards to get in trouble for leaving the door open.

There were only two this time. A Cleaner and a Medic. They don't want me getting sick from a blood disease, so they sent a Medic to check on me.

The Cleaner is the same one they've always sent, a native to the planet. Their mistake.

The Cleaner knows what's going to happen. We've planned it perfectly.
The Medic doesn't. He doesn't even realize that the Cleaner brought two vaporizers.

Idiot.

That's what makes it so easy.

The Cleaner took care of the bodies after I wiped my hand off on the Medic's jacket and I grabbed my now folded and packed nest. Then we left the cell.
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(Shiro's POV)

When we exited the wormhole, a large grey planet came into view and I stopped breathing. It's here. He's here.

"Keith's down there."

"Huh? What'd you say Shiro?" asks Hunk.

I look around at everyone and take a deep breath, "I said Keith's down there."

"Really?? How do you know?" Allura drawls.

"This is the Arena."
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"WHAT?!?!"
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