Five Trazes

Alpha Traz

Alpha Traz

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I realized halfway through that Kinkade is similar to Lucius Hunt from The Village. I accidentally based Ryan off of Lucius. So...um...yay?

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It was times like this that Keith really hated his Galra genes.

While Galra genes protected him from really hot temperatures (like that volcano he went in last week...or was it last month? Last year? He wasn't sure anymore) it made him especially exposed to cold. It didn't help that his thermal-armor was removed when he was thrown into this refrigerator. (Not an actual refrigerator, but close enough.)

Also, the warden imprisoning him here was a Galra himself, and he bore the knowledge of what Galra could withstand.

And of course the Galra also found out that Keith was half-Galra.

Keith shivered, drawing his arms tighter against his body, rubbing it as fast as he could, letting out a haggard cough as his breath, a tiny bit of warmth, disappeared into the icy room.

He was trapped in a cube-shaped cell with only enough room to stand and pace two steps in any direction. The walls and ceiling were literally made of ice sheets, making Keith believe that the rest of the room surrounding his box-prison was the temperature of a freezer.

His only source of water was the ice, and his only food that he had was the little bit the warden put in his cell every few hours...days? Weeks?

He wasn't sure how long he had sat here, waiting for the warden to return, all he knew was that he shouldn't fall asleep, though he couldn't help nodding off.

Back on Earth, his record was ten days, before he even learned of his heritage.

After he discovered his parentage, on the castle, his record was fifteen days, but here the cold made him drowsy, and he fell asleep often.

Every time sleep over took him, he worried that it was the last time he would be awake...but he was always jolted awake suddenly, gasping for breath as if he had a nightmare.

He really wanted the others to come to save him...

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Eventually they did.

James Griffen, the leader of the Griffen Squadron, arrived with Nadia Rizavi, one of his devote companions and commander of the Dragon Squadron, Ryan Kinkade, his best friend and captain of the Phoenix Squadron, and Ina Leifsdottir, his girlfriend and general of the Sphinx Squadron.

The four hurried along the dark corridors, their feet rattling out of place on the metal floor.

The paused at an intersection, all four ducking into side rooms to avoid a group of sentries marching past them.

As soon as the patrol passed, James and his companions walked from the shadows, glancing at Ina.

"Alright, which way?" Nadia asked, pulling her pistol from her holster.

Ina pursed her lips, her hands clutching an Altean pad which generated a holo-screen.

"Hmm. Left."

"Got it." James nodded, leading his group towards the left. "You think he'll still be...um...kicking when he find him?"

"Don't wish ill on him." Ryan said, voice warning as he carefully shifted his grip on his scythe.

"I wasn't, I wasn't." James protested, before remembering to keep his voice down. "Just wondering."