Lillian
A Couple Months Later
We were sitting in a conduit of the Galra ship, waiting for our mark. On my wrist device, I watched as our target ship was just about getting ready to dock. Keith had the explosives, and Kiana was ready to go.
Today was the day that Lotor would take the throne.
"As soon as it docks, we go," I said. My teammates were watching the ship on my wrist device over my shoulder. We all had to be on the same page.
When the ship hit the dock, we dropped from the conduits after some sentries passed, and we headed to the cargo hold to sneak onto the now docked Galra ship.
"Are you sure this is going to work?" I asked, skeptical about our plan to get on the target ship as we reached the cargo hold.
"Trust me," he said.
We got inside the containers that the sentries were carrying onto the other ship and waited to be carried aboard.
Eventually, we came to a stop in what we hoped was the cargo hold of the opposite ship.
When the gate slammed shut, I slashed my box and kicked the sides, rolling to a stand just outside of the confinements.
Kiana and Keith were getting out too.
And then a gun cocked, and we reached for our blades, turning toward the noise.
But it wasn't a threat. It was one of our agents from the inside.
"Follow me," he said.
We followed him down the halls of the ship to one of the computer rooms.
"This shaft will take you directly above the bridge," he said.
"Thank you, brother," Kiana replied, the respectful way to greet another Blade member.
Suddenly, there was a voice from outside the closed doors. I tensed.
"The Archivist is taking too long to start the ceremony," it said.
"The Archivist?" Keith asked, and I'd have thought he would have had it down by now.
"Hurry," the Blade member said.
I sprinted soundlessly to the wall and used it as a type of lever to boost me to the ceiling where I opened a grate into the shaft.
The voice sounded again. "If he waits much longer, the Empire will descend into chaos."
And just as the doors of the computer room opened, Keith and Kiana were in the shaft with me.
Close one.
The soldier saluted the presence at the door.
"Make ready for takeoff," the voice said again.
Once we were in place above the bridge, we listened, recording the spoken information.
"The Archivist has made the summons," the voice, who I had now identified as Warlord Ranveig, said. "Set a course for planet Feyiv. It is time for me to burn with the glory of the Kral Zera, and take my place on the Galra throne."
I internally groaned.
It's happening.
"Planet Feyiv?" Keith asked.
I ignored him. "This is our time to strike. We will bring the Galra Empire down."
"But what is happening?" Keith asked, frustrated.
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Love is Weak
FanfictionLillian and Keith meet at the Blade of Marmora headquarters. Both individuals have only been raised to know one thing: fighting. Can they move on from their instincts as soldiers and impassive beings, or will they never confess their love for one...
