Lightening Strike

Lightening Strikes

Lance knew how quiet the ship got at night. He often went for walks when he couldn't get to sleep easily. It quieted his mind as he made his way around the the various corridors and pathways. Often, it took one lap around the ship to get him to feel sleepy, but there were times when sleep wasn't coming and he made multiple rounds around the castle. On those nights he made his way to the observatory deck.

Tonight was one of those nights. He peered into the room, making sure that there wasn't anyone in there. He knew there wouldn't be anyone there, but he didn't want to talk to anyone when he was having a restless night. The questions of why he was up and their prodding to make him talk about what's bothering him wasn't something he wanted to face.

The dead of night always brought out secrets that nobody ever wanted to share.

The observatory deck was empty. The space was only filled with the glow of the stars shining in through the window. They twinkled against a portion of the wall, reminding Lance of the aquarium he once visited when he was young. The only difference was the sight, filled to the brim with stars and galaxies. The beauty of the universe never ceases to amaze Lance. It also made him wish he wasn't here for a war.

He sat down on one of the benches and set his sight to what was outside the window. Every time he did this in the night, the sight was different. Still there was always a galaxy that was shining with colours and stars that always outshined the last one.

Taking a deep breath, Lance continued to stare out into the window. The ship moved slowly through the vast universe, letting the starlight bathe the rooms and its inhabitants.

And then the sound of the castle's alarm went off. Lance felt his body jolt at the loud sound and his heart speed up for a moment. He gripped the underside of the bench, hoping he could get rid of his momentary fear this way.

"Paladins, report to the bridge." Allura said, her voice surprisingly not filled with sleep. Lance continued to wonder how people like her can just wake up at a moment's notice.

Giving a sigh, he stood up and made his way to the bridge. Something obviously went wrong to warrant the team's assistance. From what Shiro told them after coming back from a mission that forced him to leave the princess, she had enough strength to hold her own in battle.

When getting close to the bridge he was met with Hunk and Pidge who looked like they would murder anyone who dared to talk to them. Especially Pidge, who had bags under her eyes that were driving Lance crazy. He could offer to help her with them as he found something similar to the cream he had back on earth. It worked just as well.

But he never brought it up. While the team tolerated his skincare routine, he didn't know if they would appreciate his good-natured advice. The small voice in the back of his mind said that they would say something about this being war and that looking their best wasn't a high priority.

They shuffled their way into the bridge, met with a sight of a Galra who was tied up by the feet and hands, surrounded by Allura, Coran, and Shiro.

The unknown Galra had the same purple skin as the ones that team came across, but it looked healthier, having a shine to it that Lance was sure was care products. His ears were smaller than normal Galran ears, but Lance bet that they could still hear better than any of his team mates. But his hair was definitely not Galra. It was a shock of white and it fell down the Galra's back. It just had to have been done by a professional beautician.

The outfit he wore was a space suits of sorts and he had a cape attached to it, making Lance note that he could be in a high military position. His eyes were mostly yellow with black pupils. They watched the paladins as they made their way towards Shiro. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end when he noticed the Galra watch him closer than the others. Lance brushed it off as him being tired and only focusing on minute details.