Lance didn't waste any time getting to the base concealed in the deep forest. She Landed her lion and full-on sprinted to the door. As soon as it opened, she ran straight to Jarep. Jarep was a Galra officer that had been banned from the Galra race because he had mercifully spared an innocent prisoner's life. He was immediately kicked out after the helpless prisoner was intentionally killed in front of his eyes. From that moment on he had promised himself that he was going to do his part to stop the Galra.

"What's the plan?" Lance walked up to a table that was adequately covered in maps and critical files. She leaned anxiously against it and desperately looked across the table at him.

"We don't know where Keith is, but we currently have a search squad out frantically trying to locate the ship he is on. Meantime, the sole thing we can do is wait,"

"No, no, no. I can't wait. I can't just sit here and do nothing." Jarep was about to interrupt. "Before you say it. No. I'm not staying here to calm down. I have every right to be upset. He was my assignment, and I let him get captured by the one horrid thing I was supposed to keep him from," Lance placed her head in her hands, her hair falling around her face covering her head like a cocoon.

She felt a hand on her shoulder a few moments later. She looked up tentatively to find Jarep looking at her with an understanding smile.

"Go home and get some rest we'll let you know if we receive any updates," Lance instantly opened her mouth as if she was about to protest, but Jarep placed a purple finger on her glossed lips, "That's an order, McClain."

She closed her mouth and nodded respectfully. Jarep affectionately patted her on the shoulder before turning back to the table to examine one of the maps.

Lance landed her lion in her lion's landing bay. As soon as she had landed, Shiro, Allura, Pidge, Hunk, and Coran all came running to confront her. They instantly started to pound her with questions as soon as she stepped out of her lion.

"Where'd you go?"

"We couldn't find you after the fight!"

"Are you okay?"

"Don't ever disappear like that again!"

"What happened to you?" Lance walked past them. She needed to figure out where Keith was. She heard the other paladins following her continuing earnestly to ask her unanswered questions. She whirled around so fast everyone took a step back.

"Everyone just please leave me alone! I-I need to think for a moment," Lance thoughtfully rubbed her eyes as she turned away from them and continued down the corridor to her room. Hunk started to follow, but Shiro seized his arm.

"Let's give her some time," the group watched as Lance's receding figure disappeared around the corner.

Keith had woken up a few moments ago and was now pacing his cell deep in thought. He could tell from the soreness that enveloped his body every time he moved that he had probably been hurled into the cell without much thought. He started questioning himself trying to figure out why they would take him? The officer that had strangled him said that Lance wouldn't be able to defend him forever.

"What the hell does that even mean?" he whispered fiercely to himself.

Movement at the door of his cell caused him to look up. The door was a secure metal door except for about halfway up there was a slot cut out that allowed people to look in and out of the cell. The slot was right about where his eyes were maybe a little bit higher.

The eyes he undoubtedly saw were a brilliant yellow and hard to read if they were friendly or if they were loaded of hate. When their eyes met with his, they disappeared and a voice spoke.

"He's awake, get the other prisoner ready."

The door to his cell slid open and in stepped a Galra officer. He was taller than the average Galra height and was quite intimidating even for Keith, but he maintained his ground. Not making any indication that he was going to back down anytime soon. The Galra officer bore no weapons that he could detect, but that didn't make Keith any less suspicious.

"Relax, we're not going to torture you. Well, unless you reveal possible reason to," the officer smiled at him and held his hands up showing that he was unarmed. Keith's shoulders cautiously lowered a little bit, but he kept his hands balled into fists, his eyes never leaving the officer.

"What do you want?" It came out more like an urgent demand than a question. The truth was he wanted nothing to do with whatever deal this cruel Galra officer wanted to generously offer him.

"There are two things. One, would you mind sharing this cell with another creature?" the officer gestures to the cell that was more than big enough to hold at least ten bodies. Keith remained silent. What if the creature they put in here was dangerous? The officer seemed to interpret his thoughts and chuckled a little bit.

"Oh, don't worry. She's quite harmless, and is quite small, but I wouldn't piss her off," he raised his arm showing the back of his forearm that was covered in scratches and bites.

She?

"What did you do?" he yelled furiously at the officer.

"Don't get all your precious fur ruffled. Your precious green paladin is completely fine. We only snatched you from the scene." Keith narrowed his eyes. He didn't believe in a single thing this officer was saying.

"As for the second thing, this ship has been placed in charge of obtaining half-bloods. So we have to go out and find people that can test positive for being a half-blood," he leaned against the wall,"it is an annoying process if I'm being honest..."

"Get on with it," Keith grumbled.

"Okay. Okay. What I need to know is if you would be willing to willingly let us administer a few standard tests on your blood. If your tests come back negative then your free to go, but if they're positive...let's just say you're naturally going to be with us for a considerable while,"

Keith thought for a moment. There is absolutely no way they are going to willingly let a Paladin of Voltron walk right out of their dreadful prison. There is also absolutely no way I am half-Galra, but what else can I do?

Keith bobbed his head, "Okay."