Voltron isn't mine…alas.
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"SHE"S WHERE!" Lotor roared.
"Relax Cousin. Hazar does not suspect a thing. He merely thinks the Princess is just a slave with high expectations of herself." Ryklos replied, sipping at a glass of wine.
"How could you have been so foolish as to let him take her!" Lotor paced the room angrily. He had already shattered his own wineglass in a fit of pique.
"You will have her back as soon as he tires of her. Until then, help yourself to one of my beauties." Ryklos beamed down at the group of young women, gathered around him.
Lotor turned and snarled at him. "She is not his to touch. She's mine!"
"Bah! A woman is a woman. They are all the same."
Lotor whirled angrily and marched over to his cousin. "If one hair on her head is touched, I hold you responsible." He stormed out of the room.
Ryklos grew calculating as he watched Lotor leave. "You begin to wear out your welcome cousin. Perhaps it's time we do something about it."
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"There. That's my last one." Lance placed an empty ore sack on top of the explosive charge. He straightened up and turned to the others.
"I've got two left." Keith told him. "I'm hoping to place them higher up when I find Allura."
"Looks like that's all we have left to do. Let's go get her." Lance started towards the door.
"Hold it Lance." Keith turned to Dirk and Garrett. "Can you two get back to the mines and cause some kind of diversion? It will make it easier to get up there undetected, plus give more people a chance to escape. I don't want anyone hurt when these blow."
Dirk and Garrett looked at each other, then Dirk broke into a grin. It amazed Lance how much Dirk resembled Keith at that moment. "I'm sure we could come up with something." Dirk replied. Garrett nodded in agreement.
"Good. You head back there, then get yourselves up to the ship. Lance and I will find Allura and head for the Lions. Be careful." Keith said sternly.
"We always are Keith. C'mon Garrett, let's go." Together the two young men hurried off in the direction of the mines.
Lance leaned his elbow on Keith's shoulder. "Kinda reminds you of us, don't they?"
Keith watched his brother leave, then he pulled the guard helmet back onto his head. "Yeah, but for us it was never a matter of life and death. Let's move." Together they headed out into the hallway.