Uh what?

Uh Who?

Lance awoke, cold and uncomfortable. He slowly opened his eyes only to shut them again, the bright purplish light hurting his eyes. Lance groaned and rolled over onto his stomach, reopening his eyes.

He was greeted to the sight of a small apartment like room, a bed in one corner, a tiny kitchen in another, and what he assumed a bathroom? Though it didn't look like any bathroom he's ever seen.

Standing, Lance brushed himself off before wandering around to explore the room. He soon found that he had no idea how to use the galran bathroom, realizing that would not be a good thing if he was stuck in here. The toilet, or what he assumed was the toilet, looked nothing like the toilets he was use to seeing.

He then moved to the kitchen and realized what he had in the "bathroom", the kitchen looked nothing like a kitchen. He sighed and made his way over to the bed, at least the bed was normal to his standards.

He sat on the bed and holy shit this was the most comfortable things he's ever been on. Flopping onto the bed, Lance rolled around, laughing at how amazing the bed was.

He was so wrapped up he didn't hear the door on the far side of the room open, nor did he notice a half-breed of an Altean and a Galran step in and close the door.

The half-bred stood there, watching the 17 year old roll around on the bed like a young child. He snickered and coughed, attempting to make himself known.

The teen bolted up into a fighting stance, ready to defend himself from his potential attacker. The half-breed chuckled and held his hands up in surrender, showing he means no harm.

Lance didn't relax one bit. The Half-breed put his hands down before speaking. "Hello, Lance, is it? Welcome aboard my ship." He spoke in a smooth, deepish voice, the kind that sends shivers of excitement down your spine.

"I, your captor and soon to be master, am Lotor, son of Zarkon." Lance stared at the half-bred with a confused look on his face.

"Uh who?"