"Now what?" Lance asked, and he sounded ... scared.

"Keith has been trained to withhold any information while being tortured," Kolivan attempts to reassure, but it doesn't.

"First, we honestly don't care if he could withhold information, but secondly, how do train someone not to give away information?" Lance asks the leader of the Blades. He didn't answer, and his silence was deafening.

"I cannot tell you the process of our training, but you can know he passed with flying colors," he states simply.

I hear some sniffling come from where the green paladin's chair was at on the bridge, and I turned over to see the green paladin hastily wiping her eyes. I walk over to her and put my hand on her shoulder and gently squeeze her shoulder hopefully reassure, then let go.

"I've tried to track the feed, but I couldn't get a signal, and he doesn't have a lion that is primarily his, so we can't sense him..." she trails off as her lips start to quiver and I could see tears start to form in her eyes.

I put my hand on her shoulder again, but this time she grabs my waist, and starts to sob, trying to speak.

"Shiro- he's like a brother... to- me, I can't... lose him... too..." she tightens her grip and continue on her ranting while I rub slow circles on her back, "Haggar will... pay if anything... happens to... him," she says after another squeeze, and this time I hear the paladins shuffle closer.

I wake up to me being dragged down halls by two druids, passing cell after cell that all seemed empty at first glance. When we did stop, we stopped at a cell that seemed to be at the very end of the hall. The druid on my right went to go opened the door, then came back to me to throw me into the cell on my good side. Before I could get up to my feet, they closed the cell door, and they left.

"Quiznack," I mummer as I looked at the cell, I was being held in.

It was almost completely bare except for the small pile of what looked like a hay bed, and a toilet looking thing that seemed attached to the ground. Other than that, the cell was empty, there was nothing I could use to get out of here. I didn't have anything restraining me like earlier, I was just in a black T-shirts and pants. I walked over to a wall, and just sat there, counting the ticks that passed by.

What felt like hours later, a few druids came to the cell door, probably to escort me somewhere. I stood up from my spot on the floor, and put up my hands as one of them started to speak.

"We are supposed to take you Emperor Zarkon," the druid sneered as the door opened.

I just raised my hands higher as I saw that they were aiming their hands at me, and I didn't have a helmet on, or any type of armor, so one hit, and I could possibly get killed. No pressure. Then they disapper, and reappear behind me. I quickly turn around, but they grab my arms, and one of them hits my head, making me see black for a few seconds.

They were escorting me down halls that all looked the same with the same gray halls with the purple light. We stop near a big door, then it opens, and I see Zarkon sitting on the throne. And with that, I was pushed into the room. Once I was a couple feet from the stairs, the druids dug their nails into my shoulder, making me hiss through my teeth.

"Well, I see you bought me a paladin, but he switched costumes into something else," Zarkon said as he stared at me with those menacing yellow eyes, "But you are also a halfling, part galra, part altean, and part of that race from that back water planet," he hissed with a wave of his hand.

He then stands from his spot on the throne, then walks down the steps until he is on the same level as I am, only a few inches away.

"As I'm your emperor, I want you to bow before me," he snarls.

"No," I growl as I straighten my back, trying to seem taller, and glare.

"Bow now, or you'll suffer the consequences," he threatens with a formidable step foreword.

"I won't bow down to you," I snapped.

His eyes turned a dark purple, almost looking black before he punched me in the stomach, hard. I dropped down to my knees as I tried to catch my breath.

"Send him to the arena, and make sure the paladins watch," he sneered to my escorts before he kneels down before me and grabs my shoulder hard, using his nails to dig into my left shoulder, "Maybe you have the same fighting spirit as the black paladin," he sneered.

I just spit into his face, making him let go of my shoulder, but he then back handed me in the face, making me fall to the metal floor a little dazed.

"Take him to the arena without a weapon in a couple of dobashes," he growled before he went back to the throne, and then with a flick of his wrist, I was brought up to my feet, and taken out of the throne room, and taken to what looked like a domed arena.

As I neared the door, I could hear the roar of a crowd through the door. Someone quickly shoved my head through a short, rough cloth over my head, and I just put my arms in the obvious arm holes before I was shoved into the arena. I looked down at myself to see I wore the same prisoner cloth as Shiro did when we rescued him from the Garrison.

I heard the crowd clearer once I was in the arena, and as I moved a little closer to the center, and I could hear the shouts of 'Champion' louder. A large door on the opposite end of the arena opened, and once it opened, I gulped in fear as I saw my opponent.

After only eating half of my goo, I decided to try and take my advice I gave to the others and go to bed early. I fell asleep about a varga later, around twelve in the morning, and went into a new nightmare that wasn't because of my time at the arena.

It took a year to find him, and rescue him from the galra empire, but we did find him. I walked into the cell to see him there in the corner of the cell looking at me from his place on the floor as he was sitting upright. He changed, with a scar through his right eyebrow, his hair cut short, and all the obvious muscle he had to gain, but that wasn't the worst part of it. It was the prosthetic right arm and leg he had that almost brought me to tears.

We then ran out of the cell, and down the halls when he asked a question, I wasn't entirely sure why he asked now.

"What took you so long?" he barely whispered before I didn't hear his steps echo behind me, but a thud.

I looked back and saw that he was on the ground on his back looking up. I ran back to him to see there was blood on his head, and chest. He wasn't breathing, and there was a tear on the corner of his eye still falling down his cheek as he just stared at the ceiling with no meaning behind his purple eyes. I closed my eyes and saw an image of Haggar with yellow eyes as she croaked out 'Champion' and then I woke up panting.

We have to save him before he dies. The same thought kept circling around my head as his lifeless eyes just stared back at me. I shook my head and looked at the clock Pidge was able to make and the time to resemble Earth time. 2:23 was the time. I shook my head as I rubbed my face with both my hands as I tried to get the images of Keith's dead body out of my head. I knew I wasn't going to be able to fall asleep, so I took off the covers and walked out of my room and let my feet take me wherever, which was the bridge.

It didn't sound empty once I got there, being able to hear some type of clicking noises from inside. I went through the door to find every paladin in their seats doing something on their smaller screens while on the big screen there was millions of galaxies listed.

"Did I miss something?" I asked which startled everyone.

"We couldn't sleep, so we thought we do something constructive. We were kind of just waiting on you to give up on sleep," Pidge said as she fixed her glasses.

"Got any leads yet?" I asked as I walked up front to my seat to try and find Keith.

"No, Nothing yet-"

"W-wait, it's a transmission from Zarkon," Allura announced slowly, her face paling as she looked over to me, just like the rest of the Zoltron crew.

"Open it," I finally say, if anything on there is about Keith, we need to know what's going on and not be in the dark, I think to myself as I tiny voice in my head whispered, and so I know he isn't dead.

Allura nodded, and then opened the transmission with Zarkon. He had a cruel smile that was twisted on his face. Wherever he was, there was an audience chanting something.

"I thought you might want an update on your little friend," he sneered, "I hope you are all comfy, and enjoy the show," he laughed as the screen changed to a camera, to see an Arena's floor.

Then it hit me where he was, and my stomach dropped. He was at the arena, going to fight the champion, that's what the audience is chanting. Keith was a little off from being the center of the arena, but where I could see him, saw that he had no weapon, and wearing the same slave clothing every slave wore. I gulped as I tightened my prosthetic, something I got from the arena. For maybe the first time since coming out here, he looked weak and small. The big door across the arena started to open-

"No," I hear Allura said under her breath.

"What is it Allura?" I hear Lance ask as he gripped his chair.

"It's a Savage Brute," she exclaimed, "They're not as dumb as you think they are, but they are vicious on the battlefield," she says, and could see that everyone pretty much pales at the thought of Keith having to fight him.

The Giant looking thing height was three times my size, and three times Hunk's size with his rocky exterior he has. The monster also seems to have a big, thick wooden bat thing that was roughly my size. This fight was rigged.

"Everyone who's watching, let the battle begin," Zarkon shouted from where he sat.

Then the beast roared, shaking the arena and the camera a little. The chanting became louder and Keith looked scared, terrified even.

"Quiznack," I heard Keith mummer.

The beast was faster than I thought it was going to be, considering its body structure and everything. It sprinted to the center of the arena, and swung its bat at Keith. He tried to move away from the fast-approaching wooden weapon, but couldn't, and got thrown into one of the walls, denting it inwards. The crowd was silent as nobody moved nor spoke.

"Come on Keith," I whispered to myself. A tick passed and I thought that Keith died under Zarkon.

I looked down at my hands, trying to ignore an image of Haggar, feeling a headache coming on when I heard a loud yell from where Keith was thrown at, then a big piece of metal flew at the beast, hitting him in the arm that held the bat. Keith stumbled foreword, his hand on his ribs on his injured side.

"Yeah, go Keith," I heard Lance yell from his seat.

I felt a little relieved that he was alive, but he still has to defeat the alien creature before we could really celebrate. The audience started to chant again for the champion. Keith quickly got another big metal piece, about twice his size, and threw it at his opponent's head, but the giant dodged it, and charged the former paladin.

He just stood there until the last possible second, making me clench my fists in anticipation. He jumped out of the way, letting the alien run into the wall, shaking the walls. It stumbled out of the den, looking disorientated. Keith must've saw it too because he jumped onto his back with a metal shard of metal he must have gotten from the wall, and stabbed him in the back of his neck. The giant howled as he threw Keith across the floor,

The Savage Brute stumbled back into the wall, collapsed, and just lied there limp. The crowd was silent and Keith was-

"Oh Keith," I heard Allura say under her breath.

"Please get back up, come on brother," I plead.

I stabbed the rocky beast, as hard as I could, knowing his skin must be really hard, with my makeshift knife I had in my hand despite my whole body screaming for me to STOP! But I couldn't stop now, not when I could kill the beast and stop the fight. My opponent then bucked really hard, and I lost my grip and went flying, and then skidded across the floor. Pain!

My whole body hurt. I'm actually kind of surprise that I have some type of consciousness. My ribs hurt, it hurts to breath, my back hurt, my right arm hurt; my head feels like it's about to explode. Dots are dancing in my blurry vision; I can barely think clearly through all the pain. My right leg feels numb, and I just want to sleep.

THUD!

I tried getting up, but only moved to my stomach. I took a deep breath, and did the next step, getting my arms and legs beneath me, so I could push myself up. I pushed with the rest of the strength I had to get to my feet, but it was too quiet. I looked around the arena and saw that nobody was moving. I stumbled a little backwards and finally turned around and my eyes landed on the giant that now lied limp on the ground.