Cliffs Edge

It was a simple mission. Lance was sent to get information about the Galra Empire and what their possible next moves would be against Voltron. So it was supposed to be a simple mission, until Lance came across Hagger and an unknown Galra. The three stood still, dumbfounded at the situation that they had all stumbled upon.

For Lance it was getting caught by Hagger and her unknown associate (who could be capable of anything) that left him with a disadvantage. He saw how tall the ambiguous Galra was, how the purple skin seemed to have a healthy glow-Lance was slightly jealous-and how the yellow eyes seemed to pierce through anything they looked at. Lance also made note of the unusual white hair this Galra had and how it fell over the his back, like he was expecting to be modeling in the next few minutes.

For the other two, it was finding the Blue Paladin with a hard drive in his hand, possibly holding valuable information.

Then the unknown Galra pulled a sword from his side, a smile gracing his face, and pointed the tip at Lance. Before Lance could reach for his bayard, the Galra moved forward in a flash and went straight for Lance.

Lance dodged the strike and quickly pulled out his bayard. As the unknown Galra tried to take another swipe at him, Lance activated his bayard and took aim. The tall Galra saw this and moved out of the way of the blast's range. Lance took a moment to admire the scorch mark he left on the wall before the Galra came at him once more.

For a few minutes the two fought each other, taking shots and strikes at the other. In the background Hagger made her way around the fight, towards some other part of the ship, wanting to prepare an escape in the event that the Prince wasn't the victor.

Then Lance second guessed where he should take aim and was forced to the floor. His bayard flew from his hands as he went down, hitting the floor and skittering a few feet away. When he tried to reach for it, it was kicked away by the tall Galra. He looked up at his enemy, wondering if he was going to become some sort of champion for the Galra Empire, like Shiro had been when he was captured.

While he did like to entertain others, that kind of entertainment wasn't meant for him. It wasn't meant for anyone who was weaker than the big man. To survive to the next battle for others' amusement.

He stared at the Galra, wondering if this would be his fate-to have a beautiful specimen of a different species push him into the dirt; to never grow while the Empire grows like a parasite.

Then the Galra opened his mouth and said in a low sounding voice, "You're pretty for a Paladin. Tell me how Allura managed to snag you?"

For a moment Lance's heart stopped. Then anger got the better of him and he threw a barbed comment at the Galra. "Well she did have a better sense of beauty than Zarkon probably ever did."

When the Galra laughed at the comment, Lance's resolve faltered. All he could do was watch as the beauty of the Galra showed through his shaking body, part of his hair shifting from his back to the front of his body and how his smile seemed to shine brighter than starlight. The laughter died down after a few seconds, but the smile remained.

"I suppose that's true. However, I have different taste than my father in everything, including those I find attractive." The Galra said, showing sharp teeth in the blinding smile. He took a step closer to Lance, the sword still in his hand. It touched the floor lightly, making a soft chink sound.

Lance processed what the Galra said and then had a moment of self-revelation.

"You're Zarkon's son?" He asked. The yellow eyes of the Galra showed amusement, while the smile grew bigger.