Wings of Home II: Wings of Change

Manipulations

Victory or death.

Everyone in the Galra empire lived by those words, which in turn made Haxus' current situation all the more irritating. Under normal circumstances, the Galra empire would take the planet by force, enslaving the people and making them mine the planet for resources the Galra empire could use in expanding their empire even further. Even as one who specialized in infiltration he didn't find himself often veering away from this path.

Earth ended up a strange exception where he, in fact, found himself alone, infiltrating the enemy ranks with the full intention of passing information onto his commanding officer even though he didn't know whether Sendak was still alive or not to receive the messages. The original plan simply wouldn't work anymore, given the fact the Galra warship which they were using for their plan now lay in the desert, vacant of anyone inside.

Since the garrison never discovered Sendak or any of the other Galra, he continued sending out messages every hour or so, not sleeping during the night. Time – time was essential, given the fact the warship now gave the people of Earth access to Galra technology, which in turn meant they might eventually figure out the signal Haxus used to send messages to Sendak. Of course, he was in possession to know when this might occur, yet...

He didn't know how much longer he'd be able to take living among humans, a definitely primitive race.

Every time he used the communication device, the crackling sound accompanied by the low whine occurred, his ears straining to hear the sound of a familiar voice, even a word unique to the Galra empire. Anything was better than the human children he found himself dealing with every day at the garrison, acting in ways Galra children never would have dreamed of acting like their self-discipline being much superior.

"Sendak?"

"Here."

"Have you gotten any of my previous messages?"

"Do the humans really have the Castle of Lions under their control?"

"While the Castle of Lions is located at the garrison base, the Alteans are still in charge of the structure, while the lions have picked human pilots."

"Wait. There is an Altean still living?"

"Two. It is Princess Allura and the royal advisor."

"Alfor must have sealed her inside of the palace. Tell me more about these children the lions selected."

"As I've already said, these children are useless. They attempted forming Voltron with their leader, yet the five are not able to despite having formed Voltron to take down our warship. IT must have been a fluke."

"A fluke? That was no fluke Haxus."

Haxus swallowed, unsure of what he should say next. So far, his report didn't appear to be going over well with his commanding officer.

"Is there anything which you think pulled them together, rallied them?"

"Possibly the black paladin, the adult. He is considered the garrison's best pilot."

"Then, would you argue that unlike those four children he is easy to replace?"

"Humans are emotionally attached to their children."

"Are you arguing that taking the four out would solve our problem? I think it would make it worse."

"No. I'm arguing that we should take out the red paladin as the black paladin is definitely emotionally attached to the boy. He's apparently the boy's legal guardian."

"Then it is your job to do something about the boy if you think taking him out of the picture will have an adverse effect on the black paladin. I will contact you later."

"Actually, I was thinking of using the boy as a bargaining chip."

"If you really think it will work, then capture the boy and bring him here.

"Yes, sir. Haxus signing out." His head darted up, seeing if anybody saw him, yet unlike the night before, nobody appeared in the dark hallways he'd located himself in.