Click. Click. Click.
The sound of the Sentries approaching causes his muscles to tense as the sound stops for a second in front of this room. A dark haired holds back the urge to fight back as his wrists are chained to the wall behind him and his feet too the ground. His stomach sinks as the clunk of the cell unlocks. His eyes slam open and he glares up at them. Somewhere in the back of his mind he's hoping that they will just outright slaughter him. It would be much easier than the endless torture he's gone through. Two mages have already tried to get the information out of him. He wont tell. No mater what they try to do this time. He will protect them until his last breath.
Hands grip his dark human hair roughly, so he doesn't fight back as they slip the shock collar around his neck. Next the hand cuffs are unattached from his body.
"Get up." One of them command. Keith knows better than to fight back with this collar on his neck.
He rose. He exits the cell where two other Sentries are guarding the door. They lead while the other two follow. At first he thought for sure they were headed to the torture chamber as usual but instead. They take two lefts and three rights. They are walking down a bright glowing hallway. A cold chill slithers through him as the giant doors in front of him opens revealing a long carpet to the throne where Zandak is sitting. A giant smirk is sitting on Zandak's face. Keith gulps. Not good.
They approach the supreme leader of the Galra Empire with the conscious desire to escape the bitter and vicious hatred in his eyes. The Soldiers turn to leave with a wave of Zandak's arm. Now they were alone in a giant room.
"How is it one of our prized fighters escaped under the highly intelligent youngest commander of this proud empire?" He asks simply. Keith cowering, tries to spew words but instead comes out as a series of grunts. "What was that?"
"He .. knocked me out...Sir." His voice only slightly hearable compared to the echo of Zandak's voice in the room.
"So a mere human somehow managed to get my grandson in a choke hold?" Zandak confirms with his eyebrows raised. When put like that Keith did look like the traitorous bastard that the Galra were treating him as. The profound emotional side of him is the reason that most already think he is unworthy of the title he holds.
"Yes, sir." He bows humbly to the floor. "Grandfather... I had to, Zarkon, he was going to-"
"I don't care. Zarkon is the emperor it's time you know your place." Zandak sneers. "You kill Shiro or I kill you and all the humans under your protection. That is the deal."
"No. Please." Keith pleads. "Grandfather kill me and no one else. They shouldn't have to pay for what I did."
"The Decision is final." A voice speaks from a dark corner of the room. Keith's blood runs cold, Zarkon.
Keith's throat goes dry.
"You are a traitor Keith. You aided Voltron. Your treason is punishable by death. I am giving you one last chance. You kill him or I kill you and everyone you ever cared about." Zarkon growls bitterly. "You should have known better. I put camera's in your room. You were working with the green one." Zarkon presses a button on his watch and a hologram projection in the middle of the room shows both a ginger human dressed as a Zarkon and Keith pouring over a holographic map of the ship and showing a passage to the captured Green Lion on another planet and a sleeping Shiro in the other room on Keith's bed. Keith fell to his knees, winded. His life has just turned upside down.