All five pair of eyes rested (minus Lance) and stared at you, with rising questions...though for the on with the long mullet like hair style and dark nearly gray eyes glared daggers...heated daggers at you. That narrowed with passing second, if that wasn't a dead give away he was ticked...his clenched fist said it. No doubt from the small bruise you managed to land on him or the fact that pinned him down...you didn't care, he attack, so you attack back. It was only fair really, he brought it on himself. Turning a chin to him, something he didn't take kindly, growled between his pressed lips, your golden-yellow eyes turn to the others. They search and rest on the one you believed less likely to be hostile and annoying (the tanned leaned boy), who seem reasonable. The man with the bionic limb, the oldest among them...minus the pointy eared fair skinned-man with the orange mustache. He kept twirling and pulling. With a humming look at you and...the child you held next to you. His eyes dropped from you and the child, then back to you.

Ignoring him, kept your attention to the man. Solely on him, meeting his eyes, it took him a minute to realize this.

"Oh," he cleared his throat a bit. "ummm," he searched for the words.

This wasn't going to go anywhere, you sighed mentally, all this continuous silence wasn't going to answer any questions or give you any information that you would like to know. The only sound really was from Rowan's wowing gasps and breaths of laughs and random noises a child made. Along with his wiggling in your hold. Reached up and tugged you, pointing at the others.

Your eyes drop to him, his big round-wide yellow eyes stare back with a smile. The others weren't sure what was going on, with the two...individuals before them, but it seem as though they were having a conversation or something. It seem so, by the way the boy's head tilted and eyes moved back and forth from them. Pointing at each one, which the female would put down and give a stern look. The way the boy's cheeks puffed then deflated, but it was the way his eyes flashed a blue hue glow and the light blue curled markings that appeared when he did...whatever he was doing.

"What is going on?" One of them whispered.

Another shrugged.

There wasn't much that could be said, so they watched, until it was done. Clearing your throat open your mouth to speak. "Are those kitties yours!?" Rowan blurted out, jumping up. "They are you kitties! They are, aren't they?" He spun around, clapping his hands. "What pretty colors they are."

He jumped down and away from you, before you could snatch him back. Eyes follow him, he walked or better hopped right up to them. Big eyes and smile. Showing his small canine teeth.

That the others eyes focused on. A few of the mused to the one another, everyone except...the mallet boy. His scowling hadn't stopped, it only deepened if not darkened. And with Rowan's words flying out, made it harder.

Words that not everyone was able to follow, with his motor like mouth. And his multiple animated hand movements, pointing, waving them...etc added extra. He constant bouncing up and down making cat noises and faces, with laughter broke the heavy silence. It broke smiles on nearly everyone, especially with Shiro, the one with the bionic prosthetic.

He chuckled heartily, kneeled down to Rowan. Gaining the child's attention. "Well, aren't you full questions, yes, those are umm...kitties." He answered the first question. "I have the black one, my names Shiro." He introduced himself holding out his regular hand. "What's yours?"

Rowan's mouth shut quickly and he ran back to into your arms. Burying his face. Surprising the others. "Was it something I said?" Shiro rose a brow standing back up.

You shake your head, holding Rowan close. Opening your mouth, Rowan spoke instead. "Can I pet them?" He gushed. "Please! Please!? Plea-"

"Enough," you cover his mouth. Mumble to the side, look back to the others, Shiro mainly. Ignoring Keith's heated glare. Even holding up your other hand to block him out. "excuse him. He can get rather excited if not impulse. Now," your voice and face turned hard as steel. "why have you captured us? Who are you? What is your reasoning and purpose for this?" Each word that came out was harder if not harsher than the last, another thing, they noticed your eyes start to glow fiercely if not hostile.

As if something was going to shoot out, hold Rowan closer. The others where taken by this, the largest of them with the yellow headband held up his arms. "Whoa! Um please...please don't blast us with your laser eyes." He said, waving his arms before him. "We weren't going to do anything. We swear. We just found you and your crew, took you in guys in and-"

That didn't help, your eyes glowed brighter and darker. The shortest of them, with glasses quickly but a hand over his mouth. "Shut up Hunk." They hissed at him. "You're not making it better."

"We're Mikey!?" you stand abruptly with demand. They flinched a bit defensively. Minus the one who kept glaring at you, they said nothing. "Well?" you take a step to them. They still said nothing. You whip an accused finger. Voice rising."You capture me and crew, shove us in pods, and now refuse to inform me of where my other friend is?"

No said anything.

"You're Hunters, are you?" you snarl. "No," your eyes narrow. "you're not Hunters...your..."It clicked. You knew what they where, it all made sense now...after the attack on your ship...by them...by the ones who took everything...they just happened to show up, suddenly you find yourself imprisoned in some sort of pod...upon an unfamiliar vessel...with..."you work for them? Don't you?"

Now someone spoke. The white haired female. "Work? Work for who?" She approached with her words carefully as they where graceful and...British. "Whom are you talking about?"

Was she playing stupid? Your eyes whip to her and lock with her blue ones. Glare. "Do not play idiotic with me." You snarl. Pushing Rowan behind you, your eyes hadn't stopped glowing, they seem to illuminate further. "I know you work for them, you can't stop me from obtaining what is mine."

Again, the female spoke. Her hands up as a sign of peace. "Please, if you'd just calm down. I can assure you, we mean you know harm of any kind." She spoke calmly. Trying her best to keep the situation from rising. "We don't work for whomever you speak of. My name is Allur-"

"I didn't ask for your name!" you snap, with a clenched fist, and sharp eyes. That burrowed. "Your names of unimportance to me, now," your voice lowers. "where is my friend? Where is Mikey? You won't prevent me from getting them back. I'll save her! I will!"

That was it, enough standing around. Keith marched forward, ignoring Hunk's whispers to stop. Reached out and smacked your pointed finger away. Matching your glare. "Where do you get off accusing everyone? Huh?" The feel with a heavy hush. "We work for no one. So unless you've got some brain damage, we don't have to answer any of your questions!" He took a step forward. "It's the other way around, we've got questions for you. So unless you want to be tossed back into space, with your little buddy," he pointed to Rowan. Who cowered behind you. "I suggest," his voice dropped. "you know you place?"

"Oh man!" Hunk freaked. "Dude," he whispered to Keith. "you're not helping."

No, he wasn't. This brat of a teenage...he had some nerve speaking to you like that. Bad enough he almost attacked Rowan...now this? He was itching for another beat down, and you'd be happy to give it to him. Oh, you would.

"I suggest you move," a low growl rose from your throat. Leaned in. "boy. Unless you want me to lay you out again, because if you do, oh," you chuckle darkly. "I can. And I will. This time, I'll put a hole in you."

"Okay," Shiro stepped in and pushed you and that...boy apart. Dissolving the...tension. "enough!" His eyes look quickly at Keith, with a scorn. "This isn't getting us anywhere. Look," he turned to you. You stood your ground. "We don't work for whoever you're talking about, like Allura said, we found you and your crew. Well, what was left of it anyway. In metal asteroid field. We brought you and crew here to help. To heal you."

You look at him wearily. "Why? I never asked for it? Wait? How did you find us? I never sent out any sort of distress signal?"

That part Allura filled in. "I'm not sure, but, I was told to find you there. Someone talked to me, asking for me to find them."

"Well, I didn't. So," You cross your arms. "you must be mistaken."

But, Allura was firm about it. "I assure you, I'm not mistaken. I was contacted by..." it clicked, her eyes dropped to Rowan. You followed her. Roll your eyes. "It was you!" She pointed at him. Surprised.

Rowan smiled, with a hand raised, nodding. "Yes! You found me!" Stepped from behind your leg, hopped twice over to Allura. You weren't sure what was going on, could only watch and listen. "I called you. I called you to come and find me!" Chimed, jumping up and down. Settled after a few more bounces. Turned to you. A trusting smile on. "I like them!"

He said confidently, jumped on Allura's leg, to her shock and surprise of the others, even yourself. He squeezed it tightly. Looked up to the others. "I like you! Can I pet your kitties now?"

Laughing to himself, Shiro kneeled down, rested a hand on Rowan. "Sure, why not?"

Pleased to hear, Rowan jumped off Allura, and ran out the room. "Rowan!" You snatched him back by the hand. To his displeasure. "No kitties! Not until," your eyes whip back sharply at the others. "I know where Mikey is and I get further answers."

The youngest with the glasses pushed up their glasses. "A bit hostile much, geez." Mumbled.

A mumble you heard, earned a sharper look from you. They flinched a bit. Coran stepped in. "You're friend is in one of our pods, healing. If you'd like, I'd be happy to show you."

There wasn't much. "Fine." You agree, holding Rowan closer, thumb over your shoulder at the boy still glaring at you. "But, he stays a couple of feet back."

Eyes fall to Keith. Who was about to say something, if Hunk hadn't put a hand over his mouth. With that taken care of, Coran along with the others led you to Mikey. On the way there, you took the time to...glance around, the halls of this ship where large if not massive. There where corridors after corridors, one thing was sure it was highly advance. And elegant too. Almost like a castle. It was hard not to be impressed, compared your ship, this was nothing...nothing at all. Rowan was more fascinated by the place than you, he took everything in with taste and wonder. There wasn't once he gasped. Or pointed. He tried to get out of your grip, but didn't. To pass the silence, Rowan asked for names, introducing himself (even if the others knew his name), showed them his teeth...his small pointed canine teeth.

He pointed to you, and introduced you. Giving the others your name, May, that was it really. Nothing else, because you tugged him to stop. Even hissed it at him. So he didn't say much. Instead asked for the names of others. Which was given, minus Shiro who had given it before, and Allura, the rest introduced themselves minus Keith.

Hunk was the largest in size with his yellow band around his head, Pidge the shortest with the glasses...the moody one didn't say his name, but Hunk did, it was Keith. A name Rowan found funny. They welcomed Rowan.

"Ah," Coran said, pleased. Arriving to the room you woke and emerged from. He goes over to a control panel, presses something, that trigged from the floor a clear glass cylinder-container that rose out.

Inside, still and in some sort of stasis, eyes closed...from the vitals you read, still alive..thank goodness.

Mikey.

There where injuries from the attack, that seem to be...taking a closer look, healing. Slowly, but, healing none the less. "I..."you asked wearily. Turn to Coran. "Is he?"

Pressing something, Coran brought up the rest of condition of Mikey. It appeared on the glass of his container, in some sort of language you didn't understand..seeing this Allura turned it to something that you could. Now, able to read it, nearly gasped at what you saw. Held in the reaction of your shoulders dropping...and eyes wanting to do the same. Squeeze Rowan's hand a bit more quickly.

He looked to you, then to Mikey, put a hand on the glass...knocked. "HI! Hi, Mikey!" he called. Pressing his face against the glass. "Get some rest, okay? Sweet dreams!"

His shell's...cracked badly..you cringed. Focus on the large crack that ran across the front of his shell. It was big and...sigh, you couldn't take him out of this, if you did, he'd easily perish. With the minor internal injuries he had...and there wasn't anything you could...

"May." Rowan, whines cutting across your through submerged thoughts. Tugging on you. "I wanna see the kitties, I wanna see them."

He tugged you a few times. Till he got your attention. Waited for an answer. Leaving, clearly wasn't an option. Despite how badly you wanted too, staying here aboard this...this ship like castle wasn't ideal, you had to keep going...you had to keep pushing to save them...save your sister. To stay bring her back, you needed to stay on the Galra's tail.

This was taking up time...it was...but Mikey, he needed to be healed. He warned you...but...clench your fist...didn't listen. And these, you glance back at them each quickly, people or whatever Allura and Coran are, couldn't help you. Staying with them...groaning...what choice did you really have?

Not many, at all.

Not at all.