Lance groaned, rubbing his head.

"Uh, hey guys? Where are we?"

Shiro, Allura, Hunk and Pidge all sat up, also groaning.

"I- I believe we are in some sort of cell." Allura said.

"Joy." Hunk muttered. "We've been captured again."

"Any idea who did this?" Pidge asked.

"Not the Galra. I know what those cells look like." Shiro stated.

Thwchk

The paladins all turned towards the door, where a pair of unfamiliar, female aliens were standing.

"The Paladins of Voltron." A large, teal alien said. "The Galra Empire will pay us well for you."

"As well as any information you may give." The green one said.

"Like hell we're telling you anything!" Pidge yelled. The green alien smirked.

"You just volunteered to go first."

With that, the teal alien picked her up and dragged her off.

"Pidge!" the other Paladins screamed.

"They took Pidge." Lance whimpered. "They're going to torture Pidge."

"She's strong. She- she'll be alright." Shiro said shapely, "We need to have faith in her."

It was nearly twenty minutes before the aliens and Pidge were back. The two aliens had thrown her on the ground, neither looking particularly pleased. Pidge had fallen, unmoving.

"Pidge!" Lance yelled. "What did you do to her?" The teal alien growled.

"You're next, loud mouth."

The green one yanked Lance up by his hair and dragged him out, locking the door behind her.

"What did you do to Pidge?"

"Unfortunately, we don't know much about your species, and gave her more than she could handle. No worries, we won't make that mistake again."

Lance swallowed hard as he was forced into a chair, his arms and legs tied.

The teal alien walked behind him, and came back with a large container, like a glass milk jar, filled with a see-through red liquid.

"This is what we gave your friend. It is a generally nonlethal poison known to cause a burning sensation in the mouth and nose, chest pain, and if one has too much over a period of time it will permanently damage the bonds."

Lance bit his lip. This is what they gave to Pidge?

"Open up!" The green one said with a rather demented grin. Lance held his mouth shut and glared. Then the teal one came, holding opening his mouth while the green one forced a few swallows down his throat.

Lance grimaced, sputtering as they let go of him.

Wait a sec. He knew this taste. It couldn't be…

Pidge opened her eyes and sat up the moment she heard the door close.

"Pidge!" Allura gasped, startled.

"Are you alright?" Shiro inquired, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"They didn't do anything really terrible to you, did they?" Hunk asked.

Pidge grinned and shook her head.

"I just faked being unconscious. I don't think our kidnappers know much about human biology. They gave me a drink, and told me it was poison, but-"

"Poison?!" everyone else yelled. Pidge sighed.

"Yeah, they said it was poison. But then I tasted it, and the symptoms they described… it's not really a poison at all. It's good for you, but it isn't going to kill us. Especially not in the doses they're giving."

"What are they giving us?" Hunk questioned nervously. Pidge turned to him, a large, Cheshire cat grin on her face.

"Guys, all they're giving us is carbonated soda."

"You've got to be kidding." Lance muttered. "Pidge, you little drama queen."

"What was that?" the teal alien growled, "You ready to talk?"

Lance smirked.

"Sure. Come here." The teal alien leaned in.

"Closer." Lance whispered.

The alien frowned but did as he asked. Then Lance grinned, and, at the top of his lungs screamed,

"Hasta la vista, Greedo!" and headbutt her in the forehead, before standing up the best he could and making a run for it. Seriously, if you're going to tie someone to a chair, you should probably make sure they can't move the chair. Running down the halls, he found the cargo hold where the other Paladins were. He hit the lock button and grinned.

"C'mon, let's get out of here!" The other Paladins stared for a beat before they all ran out.

The Paladins sat in the lounge grinning.

"So, what was with that Corbunaatid Sota that they were feeding the two of you? Are you immune?"

"Well, from what I gathered, the effects are much less severe for us. On earth, it's served as a popular drink."

"You drink something known to have negative effects?" Coran asked, twirling his mustache.

The humans all shrugged.

"Well, it tastes good." Hunk said. The Altaens stared at him wide-eyed. Then Pidge gagged.

"No it didn't." Lance frowned at her.

"It tasted great. Just like Dr. Pepper." Pidge scrunched up her nose.

"I know. Disgusting."

Lance gave dramatic gasp, placing his hand over his heart.

"You don't like Dr. Pepper?"

"Ugh. No. Mountain Dew for the win!"

"I think both are pretty good, but my favorite is Grape Fanta." Hunk said. Shiro frowned.

"I don't like any cherry or grape flavored drink, but I love Root Beer." Pidge hummed.

"Root Beer is pretty good." Lance shrugged.

"Yeah, but know what's better? Cream Soda."

"Ooooooh. You've got a point." Pidge said.

"Cream Soda is amazing." Hunk stated.

"Agreed. It's my second favorite." Shiro said with a smile. Lance grinned, stood up, and raised a hand.

"I move to make Cream Soda the official carbonated drink of Voltron. All in agreement, say 'aye'!"

"Aye!"

"Aye!"

"Aye."

"All opposed, say 'nay'!"

"…"

"Great! We now have an official carbonated drink!" Allura and Coran stared while the four humans cheered.

"What just happened?"

"Honestly Princess, I'm not quite sure."