Okay, hello. this is my newest story, starting off with a more mature theme. This would happen in the future after "A New Beginning" (last episode) and focus on that you know: A)Lance wakes up at 2:00 most everynight because his father used to come home then B)Lance punches a lot of stuff out of anger, so by mistake, he could do what happens in the story below (no spoiler) C)Octus has hidden programing that kicks in unannounced. enjoy

Ilana: Anger is like horse pulling a carriage… despite the will of the driver, the horse has the true power to steer… it is only a matter of control…

Ilana soundly slept alone in her bed in Sherman, Illinois. Dreams of Galaluna played through her mind. She was back in the palace, sitting on her balcony gazing at the proud city, a knock came from the door behind her, she turned around and saw lance.

He was wearing his red military combat jacket; his hair fell perfectly over his face and down his back like it always did. Why was he here? She didn't know, but she went with it.

"Hello, princess."

"Corporal" she smiled as he bent down to kiss her hand, as he stood back up, she looked into his eyes. Black like space, she could see an endless sea of black in them. Lance moved forward to lean against the railing beside her.

That smirk she loved was rubbed all over his face, confident, proud, strong… "This is quite a view you have…" he gazed off into the distance. The white washed buildings that were scattered across the lush, green landscape. Beautiful blue sky everywhere, the three moons, Geaus, Areus, and Raeus watched over them from above.

"Indeed."

Lance shifted his gaze to Ilana, her heart fluttered. "It's beautiful…" suddenly, she heard a loud thump, the two scanned the inner palace.

"probably nothing…" Lance comforted, he grabbed her hand and looked her in the eyes, getting to his knees he said "Ilana, can I ask you a question?"

She was certain she knew what he was doing, "Yes, you may" The corporal pulled out a small, black box from his jacket.

Crash! Ilana jolted forward from her slumber, she rubbed her eyes and looked around. She was on earth… not Galaluna, none of that was real… she shifted out of her covers and went to investigate what the noise was.

Quietly opening the door to the room directly across from hers, she peered inside to see Lance sitting at his desk… shirtless… why was he always shirtless… she hated it because she knew the corporal acknowledged her stares.

The clock on his bedside table read 2:00, his window was open and she could feel the cool night breeze flow in. She walked further in. "Lance, what are you doing up at this hour?"

The corporal quickly turned his attention to her, he said nothing, he didn't need to. At his desk was half empty bottle of whisky and a shot glass in hand.

"Lance!" she said in a contained shout, she walked over to him and grabbed the glass bottle. The next thing she knew was a very firm grip wrapped around her wrist. Lance had grabbed ahold of her, she tried to pull away, but he was far stronger than her.

"Let go" she ordered. He didn't stay anything.

"Don't touch it." He still hadn't looked up from his shot glass. She did what he told, she set down the bottle, Lance immediately released his grip.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked infuriated. No response. "Lance…" He looked up, his eyes were bloodshot red. And still, not a word. He poured another shot, and drank it down.

"Stop, how much of this have you had?"

"That's none of your concern…"

"Um, actually it is, Lance." She looked around the room; a shattered picture frame lay on the floor, which must have been the noise.

"Look, can you just leave me alone right now…"

"Yeah, once you put down the drink." He glared at her. "I know you, you're better than this."

Silence, he put down the shot glass and stood up, "We may live in the same house, we may be from the same planet, and believe me when I say I will lay down my life for you… but you do not know the real me… this is all I am, and this is the best I can do… I'm sorry." He reached for the larger bottle and drank it straight from the container.

"Lance!" Ilana grabbed hold of the drink, the achohaul spilled all over his body. Lance blindly swung the bottle backward. With great force, the bottle knocked Ilana's forhead. The drink shattered, Ilana found herself hitting the hard ground, her vision blurred.

Moving her hands to her forehead, she felt something warm; her mouth had a metallic taste. All over her fingers was fresh blood, more dripped down from her forehead. Lance's eyes burned in fury, the calm ones she'd seen in her dream were definitely gone.

Throbbing pain emitted from her forehead, every time her heart beat (which was rapid now) it caused a surge of pure pain. Fear escalated through her body, the corporal clenched his fists, standing in place. Tears poured down her cheeks, she tried to beg for him to stop, but only a whimper escaped. "l-lance…" she managed.

His blind fury suddenly lifted, as realization crept into his mind, he stared at the girl on the floor. Blood on her head and hands, fear in her eyes with tears emerging as she begged for mercy from… him. He remembered all the battles he'd fought in the Galalunian military. The enemies they faced…

The evil monsters of men he hated so much. The men that murdered innocent lives, terrorists against the king's noble people, those who killed even after their opponent begged for their life… the type of men he swore to stop, devoted his life to serving justice to … he was one of them now.

He had just raised a hand against the very girl he swore to protect, the woman that would save his planet… Ilana, who he cared for more than anything else in his entire life. And he'd just hit her in the head with a glass bottle.

"Ilana…" he said approaching her. She frantically backed away until she met the wall.

"Please…" she begged as she leaned against the white wall. He was speechless, all he did was gently reach his hands towards her face.

"I am so sorry…" he hated himself, Ilana was his only purpose left for living, and now in her eyes, he was worse than any Mutraddi could ever be. A monster, that's what he was. Before he could touch her, he felt two strong hands on his shoulders, the next thing he knew, he was flying backwards towards his desk.

Pain surged through his body, it hurt everywhere. He'd landed on his desk and broken it in two. Splintered wood pierced his shirtless body. Octus progressed towards him, "Octus…" he groaned, he knew what was coming… he deserved it, the robot should kill him, right here and now… but he wanted to live… to apologize to Ilana. Then he'd accept whatever fate was coming to him.

The robot placed his gigantic hand around Lance's neck and pulled him out of the rubble. A fist flew towards his gut at inhumanly possible speed, and the attacks continued multiple times. He couldn't breathe with the robot's chokehold, Lance started coughing up blood as his vision slowly blurred from lack of oxygen.

The blood in the young soldier's body boiled, and his vision darkened. He grew limp and fell unconscious, Octus loosened his grip to let him breathe, just enough to keep him alive. Something kicked in inside of Octus, a sense of Ilana being in absolute danger by a comrade… he didn't know what the fight was about, but he was programed to side with Ilana. That was his purpose.

The robot attended to the princess, who had passed out on the floor, after confirming no damage to her brain of skull. The robot cleaned her up and put her in bed; he moved on to deal with Lance. His scanners labeled him something new now: Lance Lunis, Sherman High, age: 18, Gender: male, Race: Galalulian, Rank: corporal, Status: Threat.

Okay, that was a little crazy, but i was wondering what would happen if lance just lost all control. I AM NOT PROMOTING Alcohol! IT IS BAD! thanks. So if you're wondering... Lance swung the bottle when they were fighting over it, it hit Ilana in the head, and shattered. to Ilana, Lance is mad and strikes her, she gets (reasonably) scared. to Lance, he just hit the most valuable person in his life... to octus, there is a violent fight, programing kicks in to make him protect Ilana. yeah... tell me what you think, and how this compares to my other story, Science Fair (check that out please). other stuff will be explained further on... BYEEEEE...