Guess who's my favorite character?

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Of all the current Paladins of Voltron, the Green Paladin is what would their enemies consider as the weakest link. She is the smallest and least proficient when it comes to combat. She might have her moments of glory – from going face-to-face with Galran sentries to executing a one-woman rescue of her friends – and a mind more brilliant and sharper than any known being in her generation, but the fact that she's the easiest picking among them is not something has gone unnoticed. Her fellow Paladins are more or less protective of her – taking in hits that will harm her the most and keeping an eye out for her at all times – yet at the same time, acknowledged her capabilities and expertise in fields best left to her hands.

Just like the Green Lion, she delved in the abundance of knowledge and adventures around her, though she shared little of calmness that one of the smallest Lions exhibits. She's snarky and stubborn at best. Someone whose tongue will not shy away from what her mind has to say. A daring Paladin who will manipulate the odds to her favor and destroy those who dare get in her way in a controlled pace.

But what if that control snaps?

The doors slid open with a hiss and four heads snapped to attention. Heavy footsteps thumped on the metal floor and a scraping sound followed close behind. Frenzied movements and frantic voices echoed from the cells as the two Galran higher-ups passed by. An empty cell opened and a limp figure was shoved inside.

"Insolent Paladin." A Galran general spat as he kicked the wounded human. The action triggered a collective enraged reaction from the other prisoners. The Blue Paladin coughed weakly, small droplets of blood splatting on the floor. "The next time you try to pull a stunt; I will cut that tongue of yours."

Lance wheezed harshly. Every breathe felt a knife embedded on his lungs. "Go…to hell…purple quiznaking bat."

"Why, you-!"

"That's enough." A Galran commander, whom they identified to be in control of the star system they're currently in, said. "He will have his turn next time, then you can do what you want with him until one of them spills the locations of the Lions."

"Tch!" The general stepped back and activated the bars of the cell. The dark energy crackled to life into an electrified net. He regarded the Blue Paladin with a sneer. "You are lucky, Earthling, but your friend next in line will not be."

The Galran swept his eyes on the other Paladins who were glaring at him. His eyes landed on a particular cell and a fanged grin crept on his lips. The figure met his gaze with a searing glare. "Perhaps the Green Paladin will pay your due tomorrow?"

"Don't…you dare…" Lance tried to push himself up only to crashed back down on the cold, hard floor. "I'll kill you…"

The general laughed. His voice like nails on a blackboard. "Oh, he will. Yes, yes, he will." He grinned widely at him. Insanity lighting his cold eyes. "I'll break him slowly. Here. Right in front of all of you. It will be fun."

"You goddamn coward!" Keith yelled from his cell. Eyes alight in fury and fists clenched. "Open this and face me!"

The general dismissed him. "You will have your turn, half-breed, but for tomorrow, we will have a wonderful show." He turned to his heel and marched out of the holding room. His companion following right behind him.

"No way in fucking hell I'm going to let you get Pidge!" Keith growled. "Do you hear me? Not a goddamn chance!"

A pained groan caught his attention and he poked his head carefully through the electrified bars of his cell. He peered to the adjacent cell on his right; Shiro doing the same at the opposite side. The Black Paladin's flesh arm outstretched and barely grasping the shoulder of the younger Paladin. Lance was slumped on the wall between his and Shiro's cell; the injuries and bruises visible for them to see in the dim, purple light of the Galra ship. Lance hissed when he tried to move his right leg to stand.

"It's best if you stay down." Shiro coaxed as he gently pushed the Blue Paladin back down. "You're in no shape to stand."

"M'gave them a fight." Lance murmured. His speech slurring as he caught his breath. "Costed my ankle."

Shiro squeezed his shoulder lightly. "That you did." He nodded. "Good job, Lance. You deserve a rest."

"Pidge?" Lance blurted. Even in his pain-induced state, his brotherly instincts managed to kick in strong.

Shiro barely glanced at the youngest Paladin who was watching them with a distraught look from her cell. "She'll be fine. We'll make sure they will not get their hands on her."

"Yeah, buddy." Hunk voiced out from the cell across them. "We won't let them near her."

If Pidge was against any of their statements (which she was always quick and loud to express), she didn't show. She simply sat still on her cell. Her knees and arms drawn close to her chest and amber eyes still transfixed at Lance as the older Paladin groaned in pain.

"They called her a 'he'." Lance drawled amusingly. His voice coming in as delirious now. "Pidge, you mad gal!" He chortled. "They'll never see it coming. Like BOOM! KAPLOOEY!" He moved his hands in a demonstration of an explosion before wincing at the sudden movement.

"Lance." Keith called out softly. "You need to sleep. You want to protect Pidge too, yeah?"

"Ya' got that right, Mullet!"

"Then, rest." Keith urged, ignoring the other Paladin's half-hearted insult. "You'll feel better if you do."

"Sounds nice." Lance conceded as he turned to Keith with unfocused eyes. "Make sure Pidgey sleeps too. She likes to be up for a loooooong time. Ya'll better give her a piggyback ride and fluff her pillows too. She likes 'em a lot. Fluffy, fluffy, extra fluffy pillows!"

A scoff escaped from the Green Paladin. "You're delirious. Go to sleep, McClain."

"Love ya' too, Pidgeon!"

Pidge's response was too soft to be heard but herself. Lance said no more, finally succumbing to sleep after a day of fending off the Galra. Shiro kept himself as close as possible to the Blue Paladin – keeping a critical eye on his condition. Keith paced inside his cell, too angry to rest but worried enough to not wake up the injured Paladin. Hunk slinked at the opposite side of wall between him and Pidge and reached out to squeeze her arm comfortingly.

"I'm fine…" She promised. One hand resting on his. "We will be fine."

The sliding of the heavy doors jolted them awake and armored boots marched their way toward the Green Paladin's cell. The electrified bars shutting down as hands roughly gripped the youngest Paladin's arms and hauled her up to her feet.

"Rise and shine, little Paladin." The general grinned manically as his nails dug against the rips of her body suit. Pidge gave a sharp, pained cry and cold fury ran in the other Paladins' veins. Her name spilling off their mouths at her distress.

"We will have so much fun." The general said as he dragged her out of the room. The doors cutting off the shouts of her friends as it closed behind them and into the cold, dark corridor. Pidge tried to break free but the general only tightened his grip. They stopped at the doors of a room adjacent to the prison and the general hurled her inside the room, sending her skidding to the chilly floor.

"You'll stay here." The general said. "I'm sure that you, the pilot of the Green Lion, is smart enough to figure out how things will work out from here on out."

He smiled wickedly. "Enjoy the show while they still last, Green Paladin."