Lance was vaguely aware of herself moving. It wasn't a voluntary movement, no, it was like she was fighting against the people who were forcing her forward. Jerking once again, she only managed to get herself shoved up against a wall and her hands cuffed behind her.
Without warning the ship's alarms started blaring and she was quickly tossed into a cell. With her hands bound behind her back, she landed on her face. Rolling onto her side she listened as several sentries thundered past down the corridor headed towards the threat.
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she anxiously waited to see if she was finally going to be rescued. She knew from what she had seen that Keith was going to be far more worse than she was. She had been trained to deal with torture and being questioned. Keith, on the other hand, had not. With that in mind, she worked her way into a sitting position.
Just as her spinning head began to subside the door to her cell open and a figure rushed in. She felt her self being lifted from the ground and she struggled in their grip. The person who held onto her only gripped her tighter.
"Lance, It's me. Calm yourself!"
Lance stopped struggling and allowed Jarep to do what he needed to do to get them out. She had been shocked to hear his voice. She would have expected to hear another agent's voice or even the Paladins, but not his. Jarep hardly ever went on missions, sending out agents instead.
She was aware of them boarding the black lion and her being laid on her side so the cuffs could be removed. She was aware of being mover to her back only for her to start fighting to get to a sitting position exclaiming that she was fine. She was then suddenly aware of being very tired and she collapsed back onto the makeshift bed.
-Timeskip-
Lance shot up from the bed gasping for air. Her legs were tangled around the sheets, and her hair was matted to her forehead. She noticed for the first time that Jarep was in the room with her when he moved to sit on the side of her bed.
All at once everything came rushing back. She remembered the rescue and quickly glanced at him her heart quicking. "Did you rescue him?" she asked. She was pleading with every fiber of her being that Keith had been rescued. That he was only in the next room over.
However, she wasn't prepared for what Jarep said. He looked at her his eyes filled with concern and regret. He placed a hand on her shoulder, mouth slightly open to explain what had happened but he didn't need to Lance got the message.
"No..." She had failed. Her mission was to watch Keith and keep him alive, but now she was learning that he hadn't been found, that no one knew where he was. She narrowed her eyes, her hands balled into fists. "I refuse to believe that...I REFUSE!" She shouted attempting to leave the bed only for Jarep to grab hold of her, wrapping his arms around her.
She struggled in his grip, "No I know he's still alive and you just left him there!" She broke down finally. Whether it was from the high-stress situation, or from the fact that she was starting to believe the fact that Keith was gone she sobbed her head buried into Jarep's chest.
"I'm sorry," Jarep mumbled into her hair, "We couldn't find him. He's gone." His heart twisted in his chest as Lance only sobbed harder.
Two druids made their way briskly down the hallway, their cloaks flying behind them. In their hands, they each held a box, filled with armor that had been abandoned by the Galra who outgrew them. Turning down a hallway they entered a room that was littered with metallic shavings. They dropped the boxes on the table of the center of the room their masks staring straight ahead.
From behind the boxes came a scrawny looking creature that was no taller than the boxes it stood next to. With not so much as a look in the druid's direction he tipped the box over allowing the pieces of armor to come tumbling out. He picked up a gauntlet running his fingers over it. He may be small but he was stronger than he looked.
"The priestess demands that you make a suit designed to fit a human," The first druid spoke. The creature's interest was perked and he turned to look at them a sinister smile growing on his face.
"A human, eh?" he stroked his chin as he looked back over the armor, "This will be interesting to figure out as I do not have their exact measure-" He's cut off from a paper being slammed on the table.
"You have three days," The second druid spoke before following the first out the door. They had somewhere they needed to be and they didn't want to waste their time arguing with a creature that they only kept on for its technical ability.
Keeping their hands tucked into the folds of their cloaks they entered a fairly large room with a domed ceiling. A few druids were standing along the perimeter their hands outstretched and angled at the ground a soft glow emanating from them.
In the center of the room was Haggar standing over the figure they all knew to be as the red paladin. Coming on either side of her they stood watching as she mumbled words that would seem meaningless to anyone, but to the druids and Haggar, they were able to change the outcome of the war.
As she finished the words her hands began to glow a deep purple. Upon the prisoner's skin came purple lines. They started at his fingers and toes and made their way all over his body. Going past his torso and up to his neck. They all traced down the corners of his closed eyes. Underneath his eyelids it began to glow a soft purple, it built up growing brighter and brighter until it looked as if his eyes were going to burst. Then all at once, his eyes opened glowing yellow.
From the darkness of her cloak, Haggar smiled her lips parted to reveal her teeth, "Welcome, Zhamoht
AN: So this is the last chapter for this fanfic! But don't freak because I'm making a sequel continuing this story! Thank you so much to all that have read! And a special thanks to all that have followed, liked, and reviewed!
Shout out to Shiranai Astune: I enjoyed writing this so much and I'm glad that you have enjoyed it too! I'm looking forward to continuing this story!
