The Power Mark

Chapter 6

Lance POV

I 'woke up' in a black void that seemed to stretch out forever. I sat up calmly from my lying position and stared straight forward, bracing myself for the first memory to come.

I was only 4 when Haggar began to train me. She started out with just trying to get me physically strong, having me lift especially heavy objects, electrocuting me if I couldn't do it. By the end of every day I was coated in blood and bruises.

She continued to torment me as I grew older. As I found my place in the army barracks. As I was going to war at the age of 9. And finally serving as Zarkon's personal servant/messenger boy at the age of 12.

By then, I had already killed hundreds, maybe thousands. I thought what I was doing was right. It was all I ever grew up with.

When I turned 14, three men were captured and brought onto one of Zarkon's passenger ships. They contacted him immediately after finding them on Kurburos.

Zarkon requested that the three be brought back to the ship he himself was on as quickly as possible. I was there in the room with him at that time and less then 3 days later, the men were being boarded onto the ship I was positioned in.

I was personally ordered to bring them their meals and to prepare them to go in and out of the arena. Their first day in, I was promptly ignored. But after time and time again of treating their injuries from fights, especially this guy named Takashi, they began to open up to me.

At some point, two of them were shipped off to another prison ship, leaving only Takashi behind.
By this time, the Galra had given him a robotic arm and he was now officially named 'Champion'. I was now 16.

Takashi and I grew on each other while he was grieving the loss of his teammates. So, when I found out that Zarkon was intending to go up against Takashi himself in the arena, I took action and safely and quickly got Takashi to an escape pod, set it to Earth and bid him goodbye.

Even after Takashi was gone, I continued my training with Haggar. And she worked me hard until this point.

I bashed away any thought or memory of my powers. Voltron didn't need to know yet.

I am now 17 almost 18, and I can't wait to GET OUT OF THIS STUPID HEADSET.

*Timeskip brought to you by Lance's Laser Guns*

Red- I mean Keith was watching over me while I was happily eating my food goo. Compliments to the yellow paladin, he has quite the palette.

"So..."

I perked up at the sound of the red paladin's voice.
I tilted my head in confusion.

"How long have you been out here in space?"

I took the pen and paper the Princess had given me and wrote down my answer.
(A/N: bold italics will be Lance writing)

Since I was an infant. The Galra stole me away from my true family because they wanted to know how much they could torture a human without killing it.

Ok, so I lied a little on that last bit. But I didn't want him knowing I had a Power Mark, and...it was satisfying to hear him have a sharp intake of breath in surprise.

"That long? God, what have you been through?"

I just shrugged and continued eating.

"Is that why you don't speak?"

I stopped, spoon in midair before slowly placing it down, folding my hands in my lap and staring silently at them.

I nodded my head after a long moment of complete and utter silence.

After doing so, I heard Keith get up from where he was sitting and gently take my arm before pulling me up.

"Come on follow me, I'll show you to your room."

He dropped my arm as he started out the door, me behind him.

My.....room?