Langst

Out of the Lion's Den.

Shiro's Point of View.

Ever since that map came from the Blue lion, we've been receiving information from the fortress with plans, informations, and once even codes to access areas, allowing us (Pidge) to hack efficiently. It's been a couple of months since then - almost a year since Lance went missing.

I can see the impact that Lance's death has on the team - everyone has pretty much lost their smile, except for Matt. Not that I blame him anyway - he didn't really know the guy.

But did we?

Honestly, I don't know. I thought I did, but it seems I was wrong. But we did learn more about him since we had that mind melding sessions. In a way, that was the beginning where everything began to go wrong.

It was only a matter of time.

I felt some sort of howling within me, some sort of grief, yet happiness. Why was this?

"Hey Matt. What's up?" I asked. He appeared to be out of breath.

"There's something wrong with all of the lions."

"What?" Allura questioned.

The closest lion was Blue, and so we ran to it as fast as we could.

We couldn't exactly have our lions out of action at such a time. We were, after all, entering Galran airspace.

"I don't know what is wrong with them - they appeared to be happy yet very upset. They don't appear to be responding to their Paladins." Coran exclaimed.

The particle barrier was activated on Blue, denying Matt access to his lion.

What on Earth was going on?

The growling grew much much louder. The whole ship began to vibrate. This was insane.

"All of the other paladins are trying to communicate with their lions, but its not working!" Coran cried out. He typed furiously into the keypad on the side, occasionally wiping the sweat from his face.

Suddenly, the Blue Lion crouched from it's seated position and left the hangar, attempting to get outside.

The only other time the Lions moved like this was when...

When Lance was here.

Does that mean that this has something to do with Lance?

Lance's Point of View.

Handling the control room I must say is actually quite easy once you get the hang of it. Jesus I sound like Lotor. I would say that I need to stop hanging around him, but that must be almost impossible.

The door slid open silently behind me, and I spun around to see who it was, before I was knocked to the ground by the butt of the gun.

"Wake up." Someone hissed in my ear.

I pretended to stay asleep but that didn't work much, since the person yanked me to my feet and slammed me into the wall before pushing be back down onto a table, chaining me down.

"Start the interrogation." Lotor spoke emotionlessly.

"Who sent out the stream of information to space." Haggar held up a blade to my face.

"I do not know who is sending out the information."

"Liar." she hissed at me again.

I gripped my wrist, trying to keep myself from screaming out to this bitch.

"I'm asking you again. Who sent out the information?" She screamed at me this time. Man intimidation was tough. But I knew that I was stronger.

"I really don't know."

Electricity shot throughout my body again, and I continued to clutch the chains.

"Okay then, don't answer that question. Instead, answer me this. Where did the scars on your arms come from?"

I felt my mouth go dry, but I kept my act up.

"Training." I lied again.

She narrowed her eyes at me. It wasn't uncommon for these scars on a Galra, as it turned out.

"Lying again are we?" She tutted. "You haven't been in the training room for the past two weeks."

I was about to respond, but luckily I remembered that I was never taught by the Galra what a week was.

"What is a week?"

Haggar narrowed her eyes again.

"Throw him in a cell."

The two guards took me by the wrists and literally dragged me by the wrists to a nasty ass cell. But before they could throw me in, I kicked them both down and knocked them out, before silently dragging them into the cell.

I had 10 minutes to escape.

I grabbed their weapons and sprinted down the corridors at full speed.

It was really stupid - the ships were placed next to the prison - escape was going to be easy.

Or so I thought.

"Going somewhere Paladin?" someone spat.

Haggar.

"Yeah. Home." I smirked. Spending time with the Galra I guess had boosted my ego a little.

"You cut those lines in your arm didn't you? What a defect."I winced a little. Being called a defect in this place basically meant you were useless. I guess I am. I can't even fight.

"Yeah. I am a defect. So what? This defect will escape and put you to shame." I spat out.

Whoops. I made Haggar angry. She shot out lightning in all directions, striking me in the chest.

I gasped out, clawing at my chest uselessly to get rid of the numb feeling. I had to leave now.

I ran straight forward as she continued to throw objects at me with her telekinesis.

I dodged every single one like Jackie Chan.

From the corner of my eye, I could see a sharp pole that she must have accidently cut. I grabbed it and tossed it like a javelin towards her.

It pierced her shoulder. My opportunity was here.

I rolled through the doors and sat in the ship, but I had a slight problem.

I'd never actually piloted a Galra ship before.

Shit!

I just winged it and flipped every switch and every button I could find.

Within moments, I shot out of the side of the ship and zoomed away into the nothingness before me. My consciousness began to fade quickly and within minutes my lights went out.