Lance's POV

"Excuse me?!" I exclaimed as Keith just entered the enemy's FREAKING SPACESHIP BY HIMSELF. That was the worst idea, I've ever seen anyone execute and one time I had a hotdog eating contest, after a milkshake drinking contest, right before I went on a ride called the Stomach Scrambler.

"We have to go after Keith," Shiro and I said at the same time.

"Lance and Pidge go after Keith. Hunk and I will stay behind and protect the castle," Shiro ordered.

We voiced our agreements and we rushed into the hangar just as it was about to close. We hid our lions and comm-ed Keith.

"Keith? Do you copy, where are you?" I whispered as we glanced down five separate hallways. Pidge shushed me and pulled up a map. Keith was steadily moving, but there were dozens of heat signatures from where he would be in a few doboshs.

"No!" I whispered before taking off in a sprint.

"I'm going to the control room. Meet me there after you rescue Keith," Pidge said, through the comm link.

I nodded even though Pidge couldn't see me.

Following the map, I made a sharp right after running down a long hallway. I collided with a body before we both went down, with a loud 'clank!'

No POV

Pidge crawled through the vents, trying to make it to the control room before thinking of something. She turned around and made her way back to the hangar. She jumped down and ran to her lion. It opened almost instantly, and she grabbed a blue cube. Smiling to herself, she climbed back into the vent and made her way to where the control room was and also where the largest amount of heat signatures was.

Across the ship, Keith had just been tackled by a panicky Lance.

"What the quiznack?" Keith whisper-shouted, as he turned around to see Lance's face. Lance's face was a mask of relief as he fell into Keith's arms in a hug. Keith scooted back to the wall, trying to get away, but Lance followed.

"God, you are so stupid," Lance sighed, taking his helmet off. Keith followed suit.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Keith retorted struggling to get out of Lance's embrace, but Lance just held on tighter.

"There were so many heat signatures, you quiznack," Lance sighed, pulling back and showing Keith the heat signatures. Keith narrowed his eyes. 'That's not how you use quiznack' Keith wanted to say.

Keith was about to reply when Lance covered his mouth.

Lance stood up and grabbed his helmet before helping Keith up. They both put their helmets on, and Lance motioned to the crowd of sentries who were blocking a door. Keith nodded and summoned his shield from his Bayard. Lance summoned his gun. 'Go!' Keith mouthed and they sprung out.

Keith went out first, covering Lance. Lance shot the nearest sentries, alerting them of the red and blue paladins' presence. After they caught the attention of most of them, they ran out into the hallway. As the sentries followed them, Keith changed his bayard into a sword and cut them down as Lance shot the one's farther away.

Their plan worked until Keith missed a sentry and it shot him in the shoulder. Usually the armor would protect him, but the parts where his shoulders are in the armor were weak shots.

Keith cried out in pain, but finished the sentry off, before faltering and dropping to a knee. His cry of pain, distracted Lance and a sentry shot Lance in the back of the leg.

Alarms went off as sentries surrounded Lance and Keith. They continued to shoot and attack them until real Galra soldiers came through. They called off the sentries and cuffed the Cuban paladin to the Korean paladin.

"Well, it was a good plan, while it lasted," Lance tried to smile to Keith before they both fell to unconsciousness.

Keith's POV

I woke up to a scraping sound. My shoulders, especially my right one, throbbed. I blinked a few times until my vision cleared. Lance was right next to me, slumped, being dragged by two sentries by his arms with a Galra soldier following us. I didn't try to move for fear of being knocked out again. I subtly glanced behind me and saw another Galra soldier leading the pack. In total that made six Galra soldiers and sentries.

I bided my time until we started to go around a corner and pushed off of the ground with my feet. The sentries, caught off guard, slackened their hold on my arms and I fell to the ground. Quickly I twisted and ran to the Galra soldier who held mine and Lance's bayards.

I punched her in the face and hit her with my elbow, swiftly knocking her out, before grabbing my bayard. I turned around a stabbed one of the sentries that had held me ticks earlier. Lance had somehow woken up during the fray. He had gotten loose, and I tossed him his bayard. He also turned it into a sword and sliced through his captors. Their wires sparking as they slid to the ground, dead.

The last Galra soldier charged at Lance who had his back turned. I elbowed him in the face, but not before he stabbed me underneath my breastplate with a dagger. He dropped to the ground unconscious as I took a wheezing breath in.

"We did it!" Lance exclaimed, apparently not taking notice of my injury. I nodded and pushed him ahead of me. I grabbed our helmets, suddenly noticing that they were with a sentry.

"Let's go, then." I didn't want him getting distracted. I'd be fine…I hope.

We stumbled out of the door and ran down a hallway. Something in my mind pulled me to go through an unmarked door. It was a dark hallway, but something pushed me to go forward. I cradled my right arm and walked on. It throbbed dully as I bit my lip to distract me from the agony of my stab wound.

"Keith? Where are we going?" Lance whispered, shifting closer to me. I took in a shallow breath, groaning softly as pain erupted through my lungs. I felt a trickle of blood beneath my suit, but I persisted.

Lance repeated his question.

"I…don't know," I admitted as Lance helped me open the heavy door at the end of the dark hallway. Before us were at least three dozen Galra soldiers. They all turned to look at who entered the room and did a double take as they saw us. Bruised, bloody, with helmets in our hands.

I suddenly couldn't breathe and faltered. I led Lance into a trap. We were going to get killed. It's all my-A blue box fell from the ceiling emitting a small 'blep'.

"No," I whispered as I saw Pidge drop down from the ceiling. It clattered on the floor, nothing happening for a few ticks before a bright flash emitted from it.

We all winced from the bright light and I felt that all too familiar feeling rush through me. Lance looked at me. Dread occupied my stomach, then a sharp pain occupied my head. Through pain-filled tears, I looked up and saw all of the Galra soldiers clutch their heads before they started to drop like flies, crying out in pain. Some stood longer than others, shaking and dry heaving before falling unconscious.

My vision started to swim and I dry-heaved, just like before except now blood trickled through my lips and out of my nose. I heard screaming before I realized that it was me.

"-eith?" I could barely hear the ringing was so loud. I shook and curled in on myself as I got hot lava flashes. The icy-water cold feeling settled in on top of that.

"Stop! Make it-ugh! Stop please," I gurgled. My head felt like it was on fire, the dull stinging of the tears in my eyes and on my split lip, distracted me from the pain until another wave rippled through me. My face scrunched up and I groaned, my jaw quivering. My wounds felt like I slowly roasted them in fire and added alcohol. I writhed on the ground until I heard a soft voice, felt a dull pain on the back of my skull, and fell into a blissful sleep.