"Pidge?!" Lance screams, wandering the campus next to Hunk, who was scanning and assessing the area. They approached the bonfire pit and she was curled up next to a chair, laptop open on the arm of the wooden seat.

"Wake up.." Hunk smiles gently, nudging her awake. She groans and looks up, her hair messily askew. The memories of earlier quickly making their way present to her mind. She shivers as a cold gust of wind hit her.

"Mm?" She asks with exhaustion, sitting up. She wraps her arms over her shoulders. "Must've fallen asleep.." she lies, standing up. She picks up her laptop, the cold metal surprising her unsuspecting hands.

"Ugh.. you'll be late to dinner, I'm telling the others." Lance mumbles. Pidge sighs and trudged after Lance, and Hunk gave Pidge her backpack. Pidge accepted, and slid her laptop into the main pocket as they entered the dining hall. She wasn't hungry, so she just went to the table.

"Pidge! Thank Alfor!" Romelle cries, dropping her fork and leaping to her feet, surprised, PIdge awkwardly laughed as Romelle released the embrace. She sat down, and leaned forward, resting her head down on the metal table. Pidge allowed the cold metal to cool her clammy forehead.

"Where were you?" Allura asks, sipping a cup of tea. The soft honey lavender scent trailed into Pidge's sense of smell.

"I went outside and I fell asleep." She lied once more. Keith raised and eyebrow, and Lance and Hunk sat back down, and she took her chance. "So, anyone feel ready for the Morse Code quiz in Linguistics?" She adds in, hoping that someone had studied.

"Yep! I'm pro in Morse! Try me!" Hunk boasts, eating a large bite of his lunch. He chewed and swallowed, expectantly looking at Pidge. She lifted her finger, and began tapping slowly.

"Pretend-I'm-talking-about-food.-Ezor-Zethrid-Acxa-Narti-and-Lotor-are-in-on-the-scheme.-They-took-me-and-think-I'm-spying-for-them-now." She taps, and Hunk nods along.

"But, I still think sausages are better." He frowned, continuing the lie. Pidge noted Ezor's eyebrow raise, but lower at Hunk's response. Pidge exhaled with relief, as Keith nodded, understanding her statement.

"Why food? Why not knives instead?" Keith mumbled blankly, and Lance glared at him.

"Because none of us are Sociopaths! Jesus!" He yelled angrily stabbing his mashed potatoes, eating them with annoyance a clear expression on his tanned face.

Suddenly, it was the end of the day, and the group found themselves going to Keith's dorm in order to check in on Shiro. He stood by the window, gazing at the horizon with an emotionless expression on his face. When the group entered, he turned and smiled warmly.

"Hey, Keith." He greeted, and the raven haired boy simply nodded in response, sitting on his bed. Pidge sat at the desk, opening up her laptop, hissing as she realized they had deleted her database.

"Okay, so what happened?" Keith glared, and Pidge filled them in.

Ezor smacked her rainbow-dyed hair against the wall of her dorm, Zethrid punching her pillow.

"This is turning to shit! Lotor's a damn idiot!" She whined, pulling at her high ponytail, sweat beading down her tanned skin. Zethrid gave her pillow a final punch, and then tossed it at the wall.

"I just really want to bomb the base." Zethrid shrugged, stopping the pillow punching and looking at her girlfriend.

"I can't believe Lotor made me do that to Katie, just for some damn footage against her family! The man's sick," she rants, punching her face into the mattress and screaming. "It's so.. unfair!"

"Well, Lotor is an ass." Acxa sighed, flipping the page of her book. She scanned the page, and with a deflated look, closed it.

"Duh, he is." Ezor hisses with venom in her voice.

"Things have got to be better… eventually," Acxa mumbled.

"Can I punch him if it doesn't? I just really want to punch him."

"Zethrid!"

. . .

It had taken a while, but within weeks everything had returned to normal. The group was wary of Lotor, keeping an eye out for him throughout campus. Whenever someone would disappear, the group was mad that they didn't fight back.

"People could be dying!" Pidge paced, walking back and forth in their designated meeting spot; Keith's room.

"Then we go out tonight and free as many people as possible." Romelle said with determination in her accented voice. "I could die any day now, I'm not going down a coward." she added.

"Romelle, none of us are going down cowards. We will all stand up against them." Allura assured to the blonde, grabbing her hand and holding it tightly. "I won't let that happen." she whispered under her breath.

"Then it's settled. We do a rescue mission tonight, free as many prisoners as possible." Keith cut in, allowing several heads to whip his way.

"Okay. Lunch is ending soon, so we have two more classes to go." Hunk observed, looking up from his phone. "We all have SER next, so let's head to the academic center," He continues, putting away his things.

They left Marmora, and arrived at the academic center. Entering the classroom, they sat down and patiently waited for the class to begin.

. . .

Romelle felt herself grow tired, more tired than she really should be. She rested her head in her hand, and tried her best to pay attention to the lesson as sleep edged her vision.

"Romelle?" Allura asked, turning her concentration to the blonde girl. Romelle weakly smiled in reply, giving up and allowing the black to consume her vision. "Romelle, wake up.." Allura whispered into her ear.

The thing was, Romelle heard everything. It was simply that her brain wouldn't allow her eyes to open, she was unable to talk or move.

As if it were a wave, something crashed over her and she was finally able to move again. She snapped her head up, slightly dizzy from the rapid movement.

"Sorry." she whispered, and Allura only smiled, allowing Romelle to rest on her shoulder, her violet eyes glazed with exhaustion.

Once the class had ended, they had one more elective and then it was break until dinner. Romelle made her way to the art center alongside Allura, at a rather slow pace.

"Is everything alright?" Allura asked, concern making itself obvious on her defined features. "I just.. You're very dear to me." she sighed, looking the other way. In a spare second, Romelle grabbed Allura's hand and stopped moving.

"Allura… I'm dying." She whispered, and Allura's eyes widened. "I-I don't know how much longer I have, but.. I want to spend them with you. So.. will you be my girlfriend? I don't want you to say yes out of pity, please.." Romelle rambled, but was hushed by Allura dusting her cheek with tanned fingers.

"Of course I will." She smiled, and Romelle broke into tears. Allura hugged her tightly, and allowed herself to let tears fall. As they continued their way towards the art center

. . .

Dinner had arrived sooner than expected, nobody speaking a word. Romelle poked at her plate, not hungry enough to take a bite.

The meal passed, and the group found themselves in Keith's room, dressed in black clothing. They tossed bags over their shoulders, supplies to make it into the base split evenly amongst them.

"We should enter the woods at different points, so it's harder to track us." Keith observed, drawing lines on a piece of paper. He added a circle, and pointed to it. "This is the base. Team Romura will go the western route through here.." He added, gesturing to a curved line.

"Man, you really suck at drawing." Lance observed, and was punched in the stomach by Pidge.

"Shut up and deal with it." She hissed.

. . .

"Team Romura is at base. Over." Allura whispered into her phone, awaiting response.

"Hance is in position." Came the next reply.

"Kidge has arrived," came Pidge's hushed voice. Romelle took the peanut butter protein bars out of her bag and tossed them, waiting for the guard dogs to chase after them. She dashed forward to the panel, Allura behind her. Keith had already gotten there and was helping Pidge over the wall as she collected their group's knife.

Romelle and Allura followed suit, meeting up with the other four members of their team. Keith removed rope from his bag and tied it around his waist.

"Lance, you're coming with me," he mumbled, tying the other end around Lance. "Walk to that side of the pillar and slowly climb down the wall. Stay standing on the ground as everyone else climbs down. Got it?" he instruction, and the Cuban firmly nodded.

The two slowly scaled down the wall, inching closer to the bottom of the pit. Keith reached the bottom, but was jerked forward by Lance losing his grip.

"Sorry." he whispered, finally reaching the bottom. The two prepared themselves, and then called people down, two at a time.

"There are multiple hallways, each group go down one while the power is out. Use a knife to wedge the doors open." Pidge instructed, dashing down a random hallway, Keith following in suit.

With every door they unlocked, there was still no members of her family left to find. She silently prayed that Matt would be here, but alas, he wasn't.

By the time they had regrouped, Matt was nowhere to be found. Pidge hid her disappointment, and they led the prisoners to safety.

"What should we call you? How can we help?" A prisoner asked.

"We're Voltron. You can help by preventing more kidnappings." Keith smiled as he turned, ready to dash back to Marmora.

Allura and Romelle went back to Palacio, Allura verifying Romelle was feeling alright before tucking her into bed.

"I'm fine!" She giggled as Allura pecked her forehead. Romelle smiled and surprised Allura by lurching forward to give the girl a hug. That night they fell asleep in an embrace, ignoring the certain fate of the future.

. . .

Nobody was prepared for that morning. Especially Allura.

At least she was peaceful.