The Galran Slave

Gladiators

It's day 13 of the 30 day challenge! I know this isn't DC but I'm shaking things up a bit. I love Voltron and I've had this head cannon swimming around my head for a while and I think today's prompt is perfect for it. Fret not though, we go back to DC tomorrow. For the full list of the prompts I will be doing for this writing challenge and the ones I have already completed, go Enjoy!

You were trembling in fear as your abductors dragged you through the halls of the ship. They stopped you in front of the door and spoke to you in a dialect you didn't understand. You stammered and stuttered, trying to tell them you didn't understand them but their patience wore thin.

The soldiers opened the door and pushed you into the small room with a hard shove. You stumbled and fell to the ground with a hard smack. When you fell you twisted your ankle. Pain shot through your leg and you let out a cry of pain. You heard the soldier laugh at your cry as the door closed behind you. You cradled your ankle in your hands feeling it begin to swell up.

"Move! They're hurt!" A deep commanding voice ordered when the guards were gone. The voice parted the eclectic crowd of strange looking aliens and the familiar face of a human man came into view. You couldn't help but to feel that you recognized him from somewhere but you weren't quite sure where.

"I'm fine." You insisted as the man crouched down to examine your injury. "I think it's just a sprain." You say. You could feel the shooting pain slowly turn into throbbing. After he inspected your ankle himself he was satisfied with your diagnosis.

"I think you're right. There not much we can do about it here though." He said gesturing around to the crowded cell. You suddenly realized where you recognized this man.

"Your Shiro aren't you? The Kerberos pilot? I'm [Y/N], I was on the Kerberos recovery mission when I was abducted. Where are the other crew members?" You inquired looking around the cell in hopes of finding more humans but you were disappointed.

"I don't know where they are. I think they're at a work camp far away from here." He answered honestly.

"Where is here?" You asked. This place ... everything was alien. You had joined the Garrison in hopes to explore the galaxy one day but this wasn't what you had in mind. You had no idea what the soldiers wanted you for, never mind why they were collecting such a strange combination of being and stuffing them into a cell.

"From what I can gather we're on an alien warship. I think they're searching for something." He said taking a seat beside you. You can't imagine how long it's been since he's been able to communicate with someone. By the looks of his clothing his must have been here for a while.

"What do they want us for?" You asked. A dark look came over his eyes.

"We're their entertainment." He stated darkly. Your eyes widened and panic started to rise in your chest at his words.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"We're all Gladiators. Every couple of days they'll come in and take a couple of us to fight to the death for their amusement." He said his eyes remaining trained on the ground. You began to feel your panic manifest. Your breathing quickened and tears started to prick at your eyes. Shiro noticed you start to panic and pulled you into his arms, holding you in a tight comforting embrace.

"We're going to get out of here, alright? You are not going to die on this ship. We are going to go home." He insisted holding you tight in his arms. His words were just what you needed to hear and you started to calm down.

"How?" You asked against his chest.

"I'm still trying to figure that out." He replied.

Day after day passed and the guards took a handful of people returning with far fewer than had left. When you numbers dwindled to next to nothing they would bring in another herd of abductees to fill the cell. You and Shiro remained to be the only humans of the group.