You were thrown into the cell after your most recent fight. You were pretty banged up, but you'll live. Soon enough, the door opened and a sentry motioned for you to come forwards.
"Prisoner 495-2187, you are coming with me."
"Alright- hey, HEY!" the drone handcuffed you behind your back.
"Could you loosen it a little? Kinda cutting the circulation off from my- gah!" you were jerked forwards.
You were led, more like dragged, you were not looking forwards to whatever this was, to a room you'd never been in before. It was creepy, that seemed to be a running theme on this ship. It had a rack with a bottle of some sort of midnight-bluish liquid in it, and a padded table with shackles on it big enough for the average Galra soldier. Yeah, after a while, for you, four months, you pick up a thing or two. Champion sure did.
Champion was the best gladiator in the arena. He was human. Story was, he came here with two others. In the first fight, he was so thirsty for blood, he injured his friend. You guessed there was more to the story. Definitely going off the fact that he completely disappeared.
"Hello (Y/N)." Your eyes widened as a Galra woman walked in. She had long, grey hair, and a purple, hooded cloak. One thing different about her was her face. She had two, thin, vertical red lines go down her face, one on each eye.
"Yes, I know your name. Leave us." she gestured to the sentry that brought you in. Before it left, it released you from your cuffs.
"I heard you are an amazing pilot, correct?"
You were taken aback by the strange question.
"I guess, I mean, I was kicked out of the Garrison-"
"For being too curious, I see? That could get you into trouble. That's how Champion escaped."
So, you thought, you really can escape from this hell-hole.
"I also heard you are a good fighter, like Champion. You fight like a Galra."
Your breath hitched in your throat.
"I'm no Galra, you bitch!"
"Full of fury, too. Yes," she flicked her wrist and you were pulled towards her, "You could be the perfect weapon."
She pushed you onto the table, and the cuffs slammed shut. You struggled, but to no avail. You felt a sharp pain in your right arm, and you saw a large needle plunged into the vein. It was connected to the bottle of thick fluid. Then, it dawned on you.
The bitch was pumping you full of Galra blood.
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The Sixth Paladin
FanfictionIt was a year ago when it happened. You were taken from your best friend to an awful place. They changed you. Experimented on you. All you became was a weapon. Then, you found your friend again. Can you keep your secret safe? Can you keep from hurti...
