When you awoke, the first thing you noticed was not the fact that you were in a cell, but the color of it.

Clean white and blue, not purple. The castleship…

This was sad, you supposed, that being in a cell produced no new feelings of fear or surprise. You had woken up in one far too many times before. A small, but concerningly laborious sigh escaped your lungs. At least the Galra had not captured you again. These new hosts might be a bit more obliging.

Your eyes felt so, so heavy. The painful kind when you are trying your hardest to keep them open but nothing seems to work. The rest of your body finally started sending signals back to your brain. Nothing seemed broken or seriously injured. Just an odd tingly, achey feeling at that spot in your back where something had poked you back when you were supposed to be meeting the five.

I suppose if I had been injured I would have healed by now. I always heal quickly. One of the only good things about me.

You attempted to move out of your awkward position where you had been left on the ground. You needed to clear your groggy thoughts and figure out what was going on. A hint of embarrassment entered your mind at your current situation. Something like this had not happened in a long time. As you were trying to move your legs out from under you so you could lean against the wall, you realized that your hands were tied behind you. Not tight enough to hurt you, but intense struggling caused the rounded metallic cuffs to dig into your wrist bones rather uncomfortably. That's when you noticed (felt more or less) the gadget protruding a few centimeters out from your left cuff. You had a feeling you knew what it was. Staying perfectly still, you listened for the faint hum of electricity that would give the gadget away. Yup, there it was. A barely noticeable buzz. Your lip turned up a bit at the corner, a small smile.

Typical Altean fashion. They always knew how to kindly keep a prisoner.

A sudden whoosh led you to snap your head up to the wall in front of you.

Ouch, moved too fast.

Your vision slowly cleared and you took in the person who had just walked through the door. The Altean princess of course, it had to be. No one else could so elegantly fill up the entire room with her presence. She stood very tall and straight, just like her father, but with a less friendly face. Not quite glaring, she looked down on you harshly.

"I suppose now that you're awake you wouldn't mind telling us who you are and why we found traces of Galra blood in your DNA." The question was posed as more of an accusation than an inquiry.

Ah. That explains the cuffs and electric shocker.

You were slightly put out at the idea of them taking a blood sample from you while unconscious, and the fact that she so quickly typecasted you as an enemy made you miffed. Yes, you had Galra blood in you, but she had no idea what she was talking about or who you were. Or your connection to her race. You side-stepped her question and instead offered,

"I mean no harm."

She frowned slightly at your rebuttal.

"We have no way of proving whether your intentions are good or bad, only that it is a possibility you were sent to infiltrate our ship, or capture the Paladins after gaining their trust in battle."

You understood why she would have anti-Galra sentiments but didn't think gaining the trust of the princess would be this hard. Hopefully the…Paladins?...would not be as biased as she was.

"I understand your need for caution, but if I had wished to kill these…paladins as you call them, I would have done so earlier." You kept your face blank and expressionless, hoping that she would see the logic in you statement.

There was a moment of awkward, heavy silence while she crossed her arms and glared at you through narrowed eyes.

You looked up at her, having to squint your eyes from the blinding lights on the ceiling. She didn't seem to like your logical approach and made no comment, keeping her lips in a thin, tight line of disapproval. You decided to pose another question.

"Is this usually what you do to people you've just met?" you asked moving your arms as much as you could to emphasize the cuffs.

"Only to any scallywags we find to be associated with the Galra."

You bristled underneath your skin, but kept your cool not offering her any sign of emotion."If you find me to be untrustworthy still, even after my actions out there helping your Paladins, you may ask me anything you like. I say this again, I mean them no harm."

She lifted her chin and took a menacing step toward you. Her hands had dropped back to her side and she was clenching her fists.

"Trust me when I say this, imposter, you will not have a chance to harm them because you will have to go through me before you can even think about it. They may not be as quick to judge as I am but I will not have a trace of Galra blood on my ship without having you go through the proper interrogation procedure. If you pass, I may consider not throwing you out into the oblivion of space."

She was very nearly spitting her words out, but still managed to look regal through her dialogue.

You took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, not breaking eye contact with her. She was not one to be intimidated, but you had to get through to her somehow if you were expected to become part of this team and aid them in their mission.

If only King Alfor could see this now…

Eventually, you broke eye contact and leaned back again against the cell wall as non-chalantly as you could, not giving her the satisfaction of an answer. You could feel her staring at you for a few more seconds more before she gave an irritated huff and turned around making for the door. Before she went through, she turned her head back slightly and said,

"I'll be back later to ask you some questions. In the meantime, mull over your excuses as to why you were tracking my Paladins so they're at least somewhat believable." She went through the opening and the door closed again with a whoosh.

Great, just great. What a wonderful start I'm off to.