Pidge slowly opened her eyes as she came back into conciseness. She wasn't dead?

Her hand immediately went to her chest where she found it clean and unmarked.

Several seconds passed before she was thrown against the wall then fell to the floor again. Looking around she found she was in a small cell of some type. Another jolt sent her against the wall with a grunt.

Using her hands to help steady her as she stood up in the swaying cell she tried to find a way to see outside. After a second glance Pidge found a small crack in the corner and made her way to it.

The swaying of the cell made it difficult to reach it and she immediately fell to the ground. Picking herself up she unsteadily made her way to see out.

The cell came to a stop as she peeked out. Pidge looked through with one hazel eye and took in her surroundings.

She was in a Galra camp. There were officers and sentries everywhere, all of them had weapons where as she had none. They had taken her Bayard which left with only her combat skills.

"Why those slimy little-" Pidge stopped short as a familiar face came onto the scene.

"Do you have the prisoners?"

"Yes priestess. The green one got in the way so we had to take her as well," a Galra officer replied.

There was a sudden choking sound and Pidge stepped back not wanting to see anymore. She shut her eyes tightly but left her ears open.

"You idiot! You'll ruin my plan! Get her out of here now! Your life may depend on it."

There was a sudden thud as a body hit the ground. Pidge only did release her breath when she heard the sound of coughing coming from outside. Releasing her breath she dared to peak out again.

Looking out again she found an eye staring back at her, its empty yellow eye staring back at her wide hazel one.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," the voice said before bursting into a fit of laughter. Pidge jumped back in surprise and stayed pressed against the wall.

A door that wasn't there before clicked open and revealed a smiling Gala officer.

"Time to go."

"Where are my friends?" She demanded not moving an inch.

"Probably dead by now."

Pidge glared at him, " I don't believe you."

"Sure, believe whatever you want kid. But keep in mind your injury was psychological while theirs was….well, let's just say physical. Now you better get moving before I have to call some sentries over to force you out."

Good luck with that. A plan started to formulate in Pidge's mind. If she could escape before they had a chance to do anything to her she would have a better chance at saving her friends...if they were still alive.

"Why don't you come get me?" Pidge asked as she scooted farther back into the cell all the while maintaining eye contact.

"Because...it's...it's dirty." The officer replied.

"Really that's the best you can come up with?" A smile played across her lips as she became confident in teasing the officer. "My grandma could do better than you."

At that, the officer roared with laughter, "you're comparing me to your grandmother?" The officer wiped a tear from his eye as he continued to laugh, "Oh such a foolish child. I am much more dangerous than an old woman," his voice became serious.

"Prove it," Pidge's taunting smile showed across her face.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Prove it."

With that, the Galra officer let out a scream of rage and dove into the cell at the same moment Pidge dove under him and slid out the door. She landed on the ground and immediately took off. Now to get out of here.

Pidge turned right around a tent and ended up running into two sentries. She skidded to a halt and ran in the opposite direction.

Glancing behind her she found the whole camp after her and she changed to a full-on sprint. She ran in a zigzag trying to dodge bullets. She had to find cover and she had to do it now.

Taking a sharp left turn around a tent she found she was headed for a cliff. No time to go back now. Without hesitation, Pidge dove off the cliff the wind whipping through her hair as she came closer to the ground. Blasts rained down on her as she fell to the ground. One of the blasts hit her jetpack as it kicked in rendering that side useless and knocked her to the side dangerously close to the cliff. Another blast found its mark and hit the other side of her jetpack, which sent her hurtling towards a forest.

Pidge put her arms out in front of her face as she hit. She crashed through the leaves and branches, leaving scratches on her armor and ripping her undersuit. She let out a gasp as she landed on her stomach on a branch.

After a few moments, she started to lift herself into a sitting position. When she did so her vision blurred and she slumped down on the branch again.

She tried again and managed to straddle the branch. She was sweating and dirt covered her face and armor. Her scratches stung throughout her body. Her body ached and her head spun. Looking up she blinked as the sunlight filtered through the hole her body had made. At the edge of the cliff, she could see the Galra officers turn away and head back to camp.

AN: I wrote most of this at 1am so sorry for any mistakes.