Author's Note:

Hello all and welcome to another chapter. This is a shorter, sillier one, and it has a bit of creative Lance. Thank you for your continued support, and I hope you enjoy the chapter.

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Chapter 10

Galra cells were decidedly boring, with too much purple lighting.

Lance drummed his fingers idly, staring up at the ceiling as he waited for his captors to do something.

It had been a careless mistake on his part, he didn't pay quite enough attention and he and Blue ended up caught in the tractor beam of a battlecruiser. The Galra were swift to pull them both aboard and take advantage of Blue's temporary loss of function to swoop in and cart Lance off to the cells, where he'd sat ever since.

The door swished open, allowing entry for several sentries and officers, and a pompous looking Galra who was probably the commander.

The Commander puffed himself up to his full height (unimpressive since he probably only came up to Lance's chest at most), and sneered at him, "Paladin scum, you will share everything you know about Voltron with the Galra Empire!"

The teen might've felt intimidated, if it wasn't for the fact the Commander spoke in a high, squeaky voice that was, frankly, hilarious to hear.

Instead, Lance raised an eyebrow and glanced the Commander up and down, annoying said Commander.

"You are my prisoner, and you will speak!"

Now, there was one obvious difficulty with this order, even if Lance felt so inclined as to betray his team (which he didn't), he wouldn't be able to tell them anything anyway, muteness and all that.

The boy shrugged, and the Commander turned purple (impressive, considering he was already that colour).

"Speak, or I will make you!"

Suddenly, Lance was struck by a genius idea, and while completely unafraid of Commander Squeakums (as he'd now dubbed the Commander), the teen moved back fearfully.

Squeakums grinned, seeing a perceived weakness in his prisoner, "Tell me what I want to know, or I will bring forth horrors your primitive mind could not hope to imagine."

Lance nodded in fake fear, then quickly began miming his muteness.

The Commander stared in bewilderment, "What are you doing?"

The teen quickly repeated the pantomime, emphasising his motions comically, until one of the other officers spoke up, "Sir, I don't think he can actually speak."

Lance immediately pointed at him and nodded furiously, causing the Commander to raise an eyebrow, "What!" He looked at the boy disdainfully, "So we've ended up with the simpleton of the group."

The teen held back the scowl, he was pretty sure who the stupid one in this room really was, and it definitely wasn't him. Instead, he began another pantomime, and the Commander watched intently.

"One…one wave? One note…one letter...? One word!?"

Lance vigorously nodded and moved on.

"Two…two boxes…two bowls…two fish!"

"Sir, its two parts!"

One of the officers called out and Squeakums glared at him, "Of course, I was about to say that precise thing." He turned back to his prisoner, "So, one word, two parts. Continue boy."

Lance obliged.

"So, first part. Shock, shiver…pain…"

And so, it went for some time, in which the Galra had only managed to guess 'Voltron' the fact it was Altean, and had five Paladins, all bits of information the Empire already had.

Regardless, Commander Squeakums continued with his 'interrogation', the Galra having convinced themselves that Lance was 'simple' thus thinking that they would get to useful information eventually. Of course, Lance was playing them like a well-stringed instrument and successfully distracting them until the inevitable rescue happened.

The first indication of which was explosions, lots of them.

The Galra in Lance's cell leapt to their feet (having sat down over the course of Lance's pantomimes), Commander Squeakums shrilly demanding a situation report from the bridge.

It was of no surprise to hear that the other four lions and the Castle had all arrived and were doing a very good job of busting into the battlecruiser.

Lance casually braced himself against the cell wall as another explosion rocked the ship, causing Squeakums to fall on his rear. He watched in interest as the Commander shrieked orders from his undignified position on the floor and his officers scurried about like headless chickens.

Then, the familiar sounds of Shiro's arm and Keith's sword could be heard and destroyed pieces of sentry flew past the cell door, closely followed by unconscious Galra. Squeakums was on his feet once more, and as he squealed more orders, Lance made his own move.

In one fluid motion, he shot to the Commander and executed a magnificent roundhouse kick that Allura had taught him, sending Squeakums soaring out the door to land in an unconscious heap.

Instantly, Shiro was there, and Lance barely had time to smile and wave before he was swept up in a hug.

"Lance, are you hurt!?"

The teen managed a nod and raised an eyebrow over Shiro's shoulder at Keith giving the downed Commander an unnecessary kick.

The Red Paladin quickly glanced him over in concern, then spoke quickly, "We need to go!"

Shiro released the Blue Paladin, "Agreed, let's go."

As he turned, Lance swiftly tapped him on the shoulder and pointed at the cameras, and Shiro (having quickly learned to translate the boy's requests even without the headset) looked confused.

"You want us to copy the footage from the cameras?"

The teen nodded, and the man shrugged and spoke into his helmet, "You got that Pidge?"

Likely receiving an affirmative, he nodded then led the way, "Let's move Paladins."

Lance's welcome back to the Castle was pretty…over the top.

The moment he stepped out of Blue (who'd refused to let him out until she was sure he was okay), he was practically crushed by Hunk's hug and then smashed in from the other side by Pidge. When they'd finally let him go, he was swept up by Coran who then basically dragged him to the kitchen for food, everyone else close behind. While Keith hadn't been part of the hug fest, Lance did notice that he'd barely gone more than five feet away from him and that Shiro was hovering close by protectively as well.

Eventually, they were all gathered round the table (Lance firmly between Shiro and Keith), and when they were all satisfied that he wasn't harmed in anyway, Pidge spoke up, "So Lance, why did you want us to copy the footage from the cameras?"

The Blue Paladin grinned and his, now in place, headset helped him explain.

Shiro gaped, "Wait, you managed to trick the Galra into playing Charades with you while a prisoner!?"

Keith shook his head with a smirk, "Of course he did."

For her part, Pidge looked excited, "We need to see this." She stood dramatically on her seat, "To the bridge!"

Hunk blinked, "Why do we need to watch it there?"

"Because it has the biggest projector in the Castle!" She exclaimed, "This deserves nothing but the best for viewing."

With that, she leapt off her seat and shot out the room, there was a beat…and then everyone else ran after her, Hunk yelling after her.

"Wait up Pidge, we want to see it too!"

They spent the next little while laughing hysterically as they watched the footage of Lance's game of Charades with the Galra.

PS-Thus Lance plays Charades with the Galra. Please let me know what you thought, as well as any suggestions for future chapters.