Thanks to everyone who reviewed. Glad you're enjoying it so far. Not really sure how I'm going to end it yet. Got a few ideas rattling around in my head.

I don't own Voltron or its characters, just the ones I invented.

Keith held his gun steady, aiming at the hatch in his ship. Suddenly he was thrown off balance as the whole ship shifted. Inertia flung him across the cockpit, until the gravity reset itself. Keeping a tight grip on his gun, he settled himself back in position. The ship vibrated, as if traveling at a high rate of speed. A few minutes later, he felt it slow down, and seem to stop. Loud bangs and voices told him that someone was trying to open the hatch. It opened and a robot peered inside. Keith took aim and fired.

The robot burst into flame and fell back. Two more tried to get inside, and Keith shot them down as well.

"General Montgomery!"

Keith paused and keyed up his viewscreen. Haltor stood outside, gazing up at Black. He was surrounded by a large squadron of guards. "What do you want?" Keith answered.

"You have thirty seconds to surrender yourself to me." Haltor ordered.

"And if I don't?"

"Don't make me kill you Keith."

Keith laughed. "Kill me? Go ahead and try. Your witch wants me alive. She gets pretty pissy if she doesn't get her way." Keith settled himself more firmly in Black's command chair. "You want me Haltor, come and get me."

Haltor scowled and turned and marched out of the hanger bay, his cloak flying out behind him. Keith watched the guards close ranks around his Lion. A few of them opened fire, only to duck back as the shots ricocheted off the metal. Keith grinned wolfishly. "Stupid hunks of tin…" He muttered to himself.

A few more tried to get inside the ship, and backed off at Keith's laser fire. They seemed to pause to regroup, talking amongst themselves. Keith watched warily as one approached and tossed something up through the hatch. Keith's eyes followed the object and then widened in revelation. He frantically looked around for cover, knowing he was trapped.

The grenade went off, filling Black's cabin with oily, green smoke. Keith's eyes began to water and he coughed, trying desperately to breathe through the gas. I've got to get out of here…He made his way to the hatch and climbed out. Two guards grabbed him and hauled him down to the floor. They quickly disarmed him and watched dispassionately as he struggled to catch his breath.

"Commander! We have him." The robot spoke into the intercom.

"Good, bring him to me, unharmed." Haltor replied.

"Yes Sir!" The robots pinned Keith's arms behind him, and forced him to march down the hallway.

They entered a large, overly lavish command room. Keith rolled his eyes at the throne-like command chair and the plush velvet covering the walls. The guards urged him forward to stop in front of Haltor.

The Druhle commander stood before Keith, his long white hair falling about his shoulders, and a dark blood red cape sitting on his shoulders. "Well, well, it seems we meet again."

Keith gave him a bland look. "I wish some one would explain to me, why all two-bit tyrants insist on using such terrible interior decorators."

Haltor responded by knocking Keith across the face. Keith stumbled backwards, pain searing through his newly healed shoulder. A thin cut from Haltor's ring scored his cheek and his head throbbed. He straightened up, tasting blood in his mouth. Spitting out a tooth, he glared at Haltor. "You'll pay for that."

Haltor merely laughed. "Bring him to the lab." He ordered the guards.

They roughly dragged Keith down a dark hallway, and through a large set of double doors. Looking around, Keith began to feel the first pricklings of fear. Various surgical instruments lay scattered on the tables, and after his first glance, Keith decided that he really didn't want to know what else was on those tables.

The guards stopped before a large, raised platform, with chains hanging from poles on either side. They quickly locked the chains around Keith's wrists, forcing him to stand with his arms suspended above his head. They stepped back and stared at him.

A few minutes later, Haltor entered the room, followed by a hunched, cloaked figure. As they got closer, the figure threw the cloak off and Haggar sneered up at Keith. "So Keith, we meet again."

"Yeah, lucky me." Keith responded laconically.

Haggar cackled evilly and circled around the captive General. "Hmmm, I see you have been injured." She ran finger along the side of his face. "It shouldn't be a problem." She paused behind him, and Keith felt her place her hands on his back. "I seem to remember hitting you with my magic once. Did it ever heal?" Before Keith could answer, she dug her nails deep into his back. Keith tensed and bit back a cry of pain. Haggar laughed again and walked in front to face him.

"What do you want with me witch?" Keith asked through gritted teeth.

"Well, thanks to you and your friends, I seem to be out of Robeasts. You will make an ideal specimen for my next model." She told him.

"My Team will find me before that happens."

Now it was Haltor's turn to laugh. "They will never find you. They think you're dead."

Keith frowned. "Dead? What are you talking about? They all saw me get dragged aboard."

"And they also saw my ship blow itself apart as I hit the self destruct button." Haltor smiled. "Of course, it was a decoy ship."

"Of course. Where are we now then?" Keith demanded.

"At my base of operations of course. You'd be surprised at how close we are to Arus, and how long we've been here, right under your nose all this time." Haltor scoffed.

"That would explain how you got into the caverns and sabotaged the Lions."

Haltor smiled. "At first I was disappointed that you found my bomb so quickly, but now that you're here in my grasp, I will find it much more gratifying to watch your own friends kill you."

"You're a big man to sneak to sabotage. Had to go after innocents instead. Tell me, did it thrill you to kill my son?" Keith shot back.

Haltor looked puzzled. "Son?"

"I thought you knew everything Haltor. Allura was pregnant. When you caused Blue to crash, she lost the baby. And killed all hope of us having another." Fury barely concealed the grief in Keith's voice.

"I did not sabotage the Blue Lion." Haltor told him.

Keith snorted. "And I'm supposed to believe you?"

Haggar stepped forward. "It does not matter, you are mine now."

Keith refused to back down. "My Team will come for me."

"No my dear General, they won't." Haggar stepped forward. "You'll pay for what you did to my Prince. And how ironic it will be that your own people will kill you."

Keith struggled against the chains holding him. "Lotor deserved what happened to him."

Haltor marched forward and grabbed Keith by the hair at the nape of his neck. He forced Keith's head back and leaned in close to him. "You are not worthy of mentioning my father's name. He was an honorable man, and you murdered him." He snarled.

Keith laughed. "Honorable? Lotor! Ha! What kinds of stories has she been telling you? Lotor didn't have an honorable bone in his body."

Haltor backhanded Keith across the face again. "My father wanted peace with you and your people, and you hunted him down like an animal and murdered him."

Pain ripped through the left side of Keith's head and face. He shook his head, trying to clear it and looked at Haltor, incredulous. "Are we talking about the same Lotor here? The one that attacked an innocent planet merely because it was there and he wanted it? And who repeatedly killed and tortured hundreds of people because he could?" Keith snorted. "I won't deny that I killed him, and I won't deny that I regret it. How I killed him, yes, but not that I did."

"You admit you killed him. You deserve the same fate." Haltor said.

"Why? Because I rid the galaxy of a mad man? Look Haltor, Lotor was a rabid dog. On our first meeting, he challenged me to a duel, then hit me in the head with a rock, and threw me off a cliff when my back was turned. He held Allura and her planet hostage numerous times, for no other reason than he wanted them both. He kidnapped my wife on our wedding day and tried to make her his! Lotor took whatever he wanted by force and destroyed anyone and everything that stood in his way. That's how honorable your father was." Keith told him vehemently.

Haltor took a step back, seemingly bewildered at Keith's words. Haggar stepped in quickly. "Do not listen to him Haltor. He lies to try and save himself."

"You're the only liar here Haggar." Keith spat back, this time earning a slap from her. His vision in his left eye dimmed.

Haltor shook himself out of his reverie. "Enough talk. Do what you need to do witch. I grow tired of this." He turned and marched from the room, his forehead furrowed in thought. His guards followed at his heels.

Haggar watched them leave then turned back to Keith. "You think you can make him believe you? I have raised him on hate. It is only I that keeps him from killing you right now."

"So why not just let him get it over with?" Keith demanded.

Haggar cackled and drew a large needle out of her robes. It was filled with a dark black liquid. "Because this way is much more enjoyable." She advanced on Keith, who struggled vainly against his chains.

""You'll never get away with this. My Team will destroy you both." Keith tried not to show his growing panic.

"They can try! Good-bye Keith." Haggar plunged the needle deep into Keith's neck.

Keith felt the fiery poison burning through his blood stream. The pain was excruciating. Finally, he gave in to it, and screamed himself hoarse before passing out.

Haggar watched, a calculating smile on her lips. "One week General, and you will be all mine." She turned and left Keith alone, her evil cackling, echoing down the hallway.