Author's Note: So this is my last update before I get back on a plane and go back to reality. It's a little on the long side, but I don't think anyone will find that to be a problem. I am really enjoying this story, and I hope everyone else is too. I didn't want to leave a cliffhanger at the last chapter - I'm not cruel - so I busted my hump to get this chapter out. I hope you all approve.

WARNING: There's some violence.

To Emie Mac - All three groups will definitely get together on a certain planet to win back the lovely Christiane. It'll be a three-mecha showdown against Lotor and Wade. And if you haven't figured out the planet yet, well, there's a reason this book is called "Icicle."

To Sally On - I'm trying to make this story into a good read. Wait 'til you see what else I have in store for our friends on Pollux in this chapter...

Title Song: "Fallen Empires" by Snow Patrol (If you can have this song playing in the background when you read this chapter, so much the better - its frantic pace really goes along with the storyline.)

The boy with the unruly blue-black hair needed to be restrained. He was crying, screaming, writhing against the people trying to hold him back. "YOU CAN'T TAKE HER!" he screeched, tears spilling out of his turquoise eyes and down his face. "YOU CAN'T! SHE'S ALL I HAVE LEFT!"

One of the women holding his arms, an older woman in her early fifties, gently smoothed his hair back. "Shh, Keith, it's all right," she said soothingly, watching as her co-workers took the younger girl out of the room. "Your sister will be safe, I promise."

Even her heart broke at the terrified look on the girl's face. "Keith! Don't let them take me!" the girl wept, struggling against the women trying to usher her out of the room. "You promised me you'd protect me! You promised!"

"CHRISTY!" Keith screeched. He looked up at the older woman, pleading. "Please don't separate us. Please. She's my sister. She's only eight. Our parents are dead and I can't lose her, too. Please. PLEASE!"

The older woman was truly sorry. If it were up to her, she wouldn't separate the siblings. As it stood, they were now wards of the state; the state had every right to do what it needed to do to care for these orphaned children. She held onto the boy tightly, smoothing his hair and placing shaky kisses on his arm as he watched his sister being ushered out of the room.

She didn't realize at the time that the boy wouldn't see his little sister again for another eight years. And that when he did, he wouldn't be able to accept it.

When Aidan awoke with a jolt, he wasn't sure where he was, but the lack of sunlight filtering in through the window told him that it was very early in the morning. Maybe about 0500 hours. Where was he? Rubbing the top of his head, he remembered. He was in Commander Hawkins' triplex, in what looked like a guest room. He remembered drinking too much with Len last night, partially because he could, but mostly because he was missing Lisa.

Seven hells. I told Len that I missed Lisa.

Wandering out of the bedroom, he made his way down a flight of stairs to the first floor of the triplex. He really had to learn how to stop talking while he was drinking, particularly when he was drinking with his ex-girlfriend. A horrifying thought came to him. Had he tried to put the moves on Len while he was drunk? Oh, seven hells, that would be so bad. He hoped he hadn't.

Lenora was already dressed in uniform, frantically pacing around the kitchen to make hot water for coffee and tea. "Aidan," she greeted him hurriedly, running her fingers through her damp hair, "we have a problem."

"No. No problems allowed before coffee." Aidan was adamant.

"Fine." She pulled the whistling kettle off the stove and poured its hot water into a mug containing a green tea bag, then took another mug from underneath the coffee maker. "Here. I know you take it black."

"Good memory." Blast it, why did she have to remember that little fact about him? It was too intimate. As he took a sip, feeling the caffeine run through his veins, he felt better. "Okay, what problems are we having?"

"I got a call from Morgan less than an hour ago. Do you know what time it is?"

"Nope."

"04:42."

"Seven hells, it's too early."

"I know. Aidan, after you left practice last night, Morgan and David went with Christiane, Kelly and Taye to Sullivan's Bar for dinner. Morgan told me that they had just ordered food and gotten their drinks when Christiane went to the ladies' room. She never came back."

"Uh-oh." Aidan sipped more coffee. He had a feeling this conversation was going nowhere good, and he was going to need more caffeine. "Did she go home? Have they tried calling her?"

"No and yes. She didn't go home, and they've tried calling her dozens of times. There's no answer, and they've left so many messages that the mailbox is full. I told her I'd go in early and check the DNA tracker."

"You got a DNA tracker?"

"Yes. I don't have everyone's DNA on it, but I do have everyone from Albegas, the Vehicle Team and the Explorer. I told her I'd use it to track her down this morning."

"Dude, Len, that thing's expensive."

She sighed. "I know it. But it's Christiane. I have to do it." She looked over at him as he downed the last of his coffee. "Finish getting dressed. You're coming with me."

"Really?"

"I don't think my husband," she said dryly, "would appreciate you being alone in the triplex."

"Oh. I try to forget about him. Be right back."

Morgan hadn't slept. She had cried instead.

"I shouldn't have let her go to the bathroom by herself," she sobbed, wracked with guilt, as she cocooned herself in her husband's arms. "If I had gone with her, she would've been okay."

"Honey, there's no way of knowing that," David tried to console her, placing kisses all over the side of her face. "Besides, she's twenty-eight years old. You can't accompany her to the bathroom like she's your child."

She looked up at him with bloodshot eyes. Right, he thought to himself. She considers Christiane her responsibility. He didn't need to be reminded of her connection to Christiane through Keith. He saw enough of Keith every time he glimpsed at the tattoo on his wife's lower back.

Instead of saying anything in response, he merely let his wife cry into his shoulder. She needed comfort, and there was no comfort that would come with words.

Exhausted, Kelly made her way to the Space Marshal's office. It was an ungodly hour, they never started this early. Then again, it had been an ungodly evening. She found Lenora seated at her computer, flanked by Aidan. "The DNA tracker," she murmured, rubbing her swollen eyes. "You're really pulling out all the stops, aren't you?"

"I've got no other choice. It's Christiane."

The DNA tracker was the most expensive piece of equipment that the Alliance had purchased under the reign of Space Marshal Stensson. It was brilliant in its simplicity - it could track a person's DNA sample throughout the universe like a built-in homing device. The problem was that it was notoriously slow. The universe was a big place, after all.

"Dalloway," Kelly cracked, "do I wanna know why you're here right now after your non-date with the Space Marshal?"

"Besides the fact that he got way too drunk on Extra Stout and had to crash in my guest room?" Lenora replied, not looking up from the computer screen.

"Geez, you're grumpy this morning." Aidan stuck his tongue out at her.

"He was concerned about his teammate."

Kelly rolled her eyes, believing more of the former than the latter.

She opened her eyes slowly. She was upright, but only because she had been cuffed against...something...that way. She turned her head slowly to gather her bearings. Where in seven hells was she? The last thing she remembered was being struck by Sky Marshal Wade at Sullivan's and falling to the floor.

"Ah, Christiane Kogane. Sister of the great Keith Kogane. You're awake."

Wade. She struggled to lift her head upright. It was pounding from the blow she'd taken. How long had he been there? How long had she been chained up to this whipping-post like some S&M queen? And whose sick idea was that? It couldn't have been his.

Moving over to her, he lifted her chin up so she could look him in the eye. "You must be wondering why you're here, little one."

"You could say that," she mumbled, hoping her tongue was working right. "Amongst other things."

Wade laughed. "Oh, the cross and the shackles? All Lotor's idea."

She narrowed her eyes at him. Lotor? As in King Lotor of the Drule Empire? Seven hells, am I in trouble.

"You must understand, Christiane, that you are the key to taking down both Voltrons and Albegas, do you not? Do you really think that your boyfriend, your brother, and your teammates would not sacrifice everything they have to get you back?" He smirked at her. "Especially since King Lotor has such great plans for you. But I won't spoil that for him. I'll let him introduce you to those plans himself."

As Wade backed away from her, she could see glowing eyes in the background. His white hair was unchanged, but the scar across his purple face was new. And priceless. She realized with a sickening jolt that Voltron must have put it there, hence the reason the king would have such a hatred for her.

It was then that her vision came back to her, dancing around in her mind like it was taunting her. Purple. Icicles. Wade. Lenora with the muscular man's arm. Oh, seven hells.

"Christiane Kogane," Lotor greeted her simply. "At last, we meet. Sky Marshal, if you will excuse us."

Wade gave a curt nod. "Of course, King Lotor," he answered before leaving the dark room.

It was just Christiane with her captor. "You do realize, my dear," he purred, "that because of you, the empire known as the Galaxy Alliance will fall, don't you?"

She didn't answer. She stared into his cat-like eyes instead. Waiting. Wondering. Expecting...what?

Lotor lifted his hand, caressing the side of her face. "Your skin is so soft, my dear. You're a very pretty girl." Horror trickled down her spine as he removed his hand. Being a seer, she knew what he was going to do from even that limited contact, and she readied herself for the impact as he dashed that same hand across her face, striking her hard and splitting her lip. She tasted blood in her mouth.

Then his lips were on her split, bloodied one; he tasted her blood as he forced his tongue into her mouth. She didn't fight it. She knew it would be worse if she fought against him, and she needed every last bit of strength she had if she was going to get out of this situation.

"That's just a taste of what I can offer you, my dear," he said finally, withdrawing from her. "I will be back soon."

She didn't doubt that he would be.

The transmission coming into the Space Marshal's office was less than encouraging, but at least it gave them a lead. It was a pre-recorded transmission from somewhere in deep space, its whereabouts encrypted, but when Wade's face showed up on the screen, they knew who her captor was.

"Space Marshal Stensson," he announced with that maddening smirk on his face, "I hope you've had a sleepless night. I have suffered many, many sleepless nights since you took over the Alliance in my stead."

"Son of a..." Aidan muttered.

"Regardless, I hope you realize that I am the one who took Christiane Kogane. She is safe with me on the ship I am sharing with General Cossack and King Lotor, though I am not sure how safe she is with Lotor. Please await further instructions. Until then." The transmission cut off.

"Wade. It was Wade." Kelly looked at her fearfully.

"Why would he want Christiane, of all people?" Aidan asked.

"Didn't you hear him?" Lenora replied. "He's teamed up with Lotor. Oh, seven hells, that's why they wanted Chris. Take down the Alliance and Voltron at the same time. That blasted Wade, he knew. He knew that Chris was on the Albegas team, he knew that her boyfriend was captain of the Vehicle Team." She paused. "He knew that her brother was captain of the Voltron Force."

"Space Marshal, what do you want us to do?" Kelly questioned her.

"Officer Asimov, you contact Sargeant Benton and get him to the hangar. Captain Dalloway, you contact Sargeants Rackens and Feld and get them to the hangar. Tell me, does anyone on your team know anything of systems analysis?"

"Benton might," Aidan replied. "He's spent enough time with Christiane to have picked up on it."

"Good. Because I'd get in there with him, but I'm afraid of what might happen if I receive a live transmission from Wade and I'm not here." She paused to collect her thoughts. "It doesn't matter; I can do it from long-distance if I had to. Then your team will be on stand-by. Once I get a lock on her with the DNA tracker, Albegas is off."

Kelly nodded. "I'll contact him and get him moving, but I'm not going anywhere, Space Marshal. I'll stay in the office with you."

"Thank you."

"But I'm out." Aidan looked down at Lenora. She looked so tired and stressed. She looked up at him with those sad chocolate-brown eyes, and his heart clenched into a fist.

"Be safe, Aidan," she whispered to him, rising from her chair and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Come back safely. I don't want you on my conscience."

He kissed the top of her head. "Don't worry, I'll come back safely. Later, Kell." He raced out of the office, whipping out his cell phone to wake up David. That was, if David and Morgan had even slept at all.

Sparks looked up from the control panel he was always stationed at on the bridge of the Explorer. "Commander Hawkins?" he addressed the commander. "Incoming message from Galaxy Garrison. Would you like to take the message publicly or in your chambers?"

Hawkins stood from the main seat on the bridge. "I'll receive the message in my chambers, Sparks. Thank you."

He left the bridge and made his way to the first bedroom down the hallway, which was designated as his chambers, and turned on the viewing screen. Although she was his wife, he saluted her onscreen image while at the same time admiring how a woman could look that good at such an early hour. "Space Marshal."

"At ease, Commander." She lifted her eyebrows. "Why are you in full uniform so early? You should be sleeping."

"I could say the same thing to you. And you should know that I don't sleep well without you. I never do." He shot his wife the naughty grin that she was so fond of.

She shook her head. "If only I could say that. It would be so much easier than what I'm dealing with right now. We have a situation here, and I've got Albegas on stand-by. I'll need you to put Voltron on stand-by as well."

"What happened?"

"Christiane was kidnapped last night. Then, this morning, I received a pre-recorded transmission from Wade. He's taking full credit and responsibility for her abduction, and he informed me that he has joined the Drule forces and is on a starship with King Lotor right now."

His mouth dropped open, fearing the worst for Jeff's girlfriend.

"That's why I need you on stand-by, Jon. I'm using the DNA tracker to get a lock on her, and once I get it, I'll send the signal to Sparks." She closed her eyes. "I have a bad feeling about this. Wade and Lotor? They're trying to take down the entire Alliance, Arus included."

"Because Christiane is Keith Kogane's sister."

"Exactly."

Hawkins exhaled. "I will tell Jeff when he wakes up. I trust that you will take care of telling the Lion Force."

"That's next on my list."

"Very well. You should get to it. I won't keep you." He looked at her, his stomach growing heavy. "I love you, Lenora."

"And I love you, Jon." She saluted. "Space Marshal out."

Vince could not believe that Keith had designated him in charge of the morning perimeter scan. True, there weren't that many people left in the castle - Keith, Allura, and Larmina were still on Pollux; Lance and Daniel were still on Brann - but the cadet still couldn't believe that the captain had chosen him to do it instead of Pidge or Coran.

He had a mug of hot chocolate in his hands. At seventeen, he still hadn't developed a taste for coffee or tea. The hot chocolate on Arus was better than on Earth, it was a little less sweet. Vince liked it that way. He'd always preferred bittersweet chocolate.

"Well, nothing on scan," he noted to himself, slightly disappointed that Larmina wasn't there and he hadn't seen her practicing yoga on the balcony. He would have liked to have seen that. He knew that both he and Daniel had a crush on Allura's niece. Where that would go for either one of them, he couldn't say.

He was distracted from his thoughts on Larmina when he saw the blinking light on the control panel, informing him of an incoming transmission.

When the Space Marshal's face came onscreen, he stared at it in shock for a moment before saluting. "Space Marshal Stensson!" he cried out.

She smiled back at him. "At ease, Cadet." She noticed that he was alone in Castle Control. "Where is everyone?"

"Hunk's still sleeping. Keith, Allura, and Larmina are on Planet Pollux for a wedding, and Lance and Daniel are on Planet Brann." Looking up at her sheepishly, he asked, "Is there anything I can help you with, Len?"

"Vince! You know that's no way to address the Space Marshal." Pidge came up behind him and saluted. Lenora saluted back. "Now then, what can we do for you, Len?"

"Hey, you just called her Len," Vince pointed out.

The Space Marshal exhaled. "Oh, Pidge, we have a situation. In short, one of my pilots has been kidnapped by Wade - who, incidentally, has joined forces with Lotor - and I need the Voltron Force to be on stand-by. Because I have a bad feeling that we will need help."

"Keith and Allura are on Planet Pollux," Pidge replied. "I'd like to help you, but I'm afraid that those two have the final say. I'll alert Lance on Planet Brann and tell him what's happening, but I think you should contact Pollux and tell Keith right away. I can put you through to the castle control on Pollux if that'd make it easier."

She nodded. "That would be wonderful. Thank you, Tech Sargeant Stoker."

"You're very welcome, Tech Sargeant Stensson."

She smiled at that, being reminded of her roots. "I appreciate that comment, Pidge. Thank you for your help. Space Marshal out."

"Likewise." Pidge then patched the transmission to Pollux.

Once the screen went dark, Vince looked over at Pidge. "What do you think Keith and Allura will say?"

Pidge shrugged at the cadet. "Vince, I don't know. I wish I did."

The after-wedding brunch was delicious. Keith and Allura exchanged a naughty glance at each other, remembering their lovemaking from the night before. She loved how Keith had desperately ripped her out of the lilac dress, filled with the urgent need to be inside of her. She was sure that Larmina was picking up on the vibes, because she looked like she was about to be ill.

Erimar was sitting next to and chatting up Clarissa, which was not sitting well with Romelle. Though she herself had a very nice evening with her own husband, fraught with lovemaking that finally allowed her to kiss him, she couldn't help but feel anger surge through her veins as she looked over at the prince and the way he placed his hand on the queen's thigh. Did he bed her last night? she thought obsessively. She decided to make it her mission to find out.

The noticeably absent guests were, of course, the king of Pollux and his new bride. Drakar, Bandor's personal guard, had made sure that they spent their wedding night undisturbed, much to the dismay of the many well-wishers who were eager to see a new era for Pollux and a new heir to the throne.

It was Drakar who came to the gilded dining hall now, frantically in search of someone. "Captain Kogane," he announced worriedly, "I have an incoming message for you in Castle Control. It's from the Garrison."

Sven placed his fork down on his plate at the words, and before he knew what he was doing, he stood up to join Keith. Romelle stood up with him, gripping his hand in a show for Erimar, and followed him to Castle Control. She noticed that Keith had already grabbed Allura's hand and was dragging her along with him, and Larmina was following closely. It had to be bad news. No one would contact Keith on Pollux if it wasn't dire.

Once they were in Castle Control, Sven flipped the switch to gain access to the image onscreen. His nerves were on fire, burning so hot that he never thought to drop his wife's hand as the image came up.

His mouth dropped, and he saluted, as did Keith, Larmina, and Allura. "Space Marshal Stensson."

If she was surprised to see Sven holding Romelle's hand, she hid it well. "At ease," she said wearily after saluting. "I've been saying that all morning."

Is that his wife? The princess of Pollux is his wife?

"Len, what's the situation?" Keith asked, cutting straight to the point. "I know you wouldn't have contacted us on Pollux if it wasn't an emergency."

She sighed. "No, I wouldn't. And I know you appreciate bluntness, Keith, so I'll just lay it on you. One of my pilots was captured last night, and I need help getting her back. I received a feed from Wade - he's responsible, and he's teamed up with Lotor in an effort to take down the Alliance. All of us."

"That's terrible!" Allura cried. "How can we help, Len?"

"I need you to be on stand-by with Voltron, Allura. I already have my team on Earth, as well as Vehicle Voltron, on stand-by." She drew in a breath. Other than saying no to Sven's proposal on Arus, this was the hardest thing she had ever done. "I am using a DNA tracker to find her right now, and I'll tell Pidge that as soon as I do, I will send the signal to you and to the Explorer."

"Len, I don't know," Keith answered. "You've got the Vehicle Team on stand-by. Why do you need us as well?"

"I don't know how well my teams are going to do, Keith, and I need all the help I can get. You see, this pilot is not just one of my five Albegas members, she's also Jeff's girlfriend."

A slight smile played on Keith's lips at the thought of his old roommate actually having a girlfriend. "I still don't know, Len. Two mecha? You ought to have this situation more than covered with two mecha."

She closed her eyes. She had lied to herself; this was worse than telling Sven no. "Keith," she said softly, as gently as she could, "they took Christiane."

Lenora watched Keith's expression shift like mercury. A thousand changes at once...anger first, then worry, betrayal, sorrow, fear, guilt...an entire host of unnamed emotions swept across his face. "I'm sorry, Keith. I am so sorry."

"We're leaving Pollux. Now," he informed her. He somehow kept the emotion out of his voice. "As soon as you get the tracking signal on her DNA, you let me know. The Voltron Force will go wherever we have to go to get her back. Captain Kogane out." He saluted and dashed from the room, not bothering to wait for Allura or Larmina.

Lenora glanced over at Sven, still holding his wife's hand. Well, it's now or never. Her Norwegian was rusty - it wasn't as though she'd had anyone to practice it with in the last ten or so years - but she remembered enough. "Sargeant Holgersson?"

"Yes, Space Marshal?"

She swallowed, hoping she was getting the pronunciation correct after all this time. "Hun er søsteren."

He looked shocked that she was speaking to him in his native tongue. Or rather, that she had even remembered his native tongue. But even more shocking was the information she'd just relayed. "Det er fornuftig. Hvordan kan jeg hjelpe?"

The confused looks on Allura's, Larmina's, and Romelle's faces said it all. Most of all, Romelle felt unbelievably hurt that this woman was communicating with her husband in his native tongue, while she herself had never learned a single word in Norwegian.

The Space Marshal cleared her throat. "Være på standby."

He nodded. "Hold meg oppdatert."

She drew in a deep breath, one that shattered her heart. "Jeg vil, takk."

It was now or never. Slate-blue eyes stared into her chocolate-brown ones, even as he held Romelle's hand in his. "Love deg, min elskede."

She shook her head. "Jeg elsker deg også, Sven. Space Marshal out." She saluted, then shut off the transmission.

Three confused faces turned to him as the transmission cut off. "Well?" Romelle asked impatiently, still gripping his hand. "What did she just say?"

Sven still stared at the blank screen, not daring to move his eyes. "She said that she needs me to be on stand-by as well, and she will keep me updated on the situation. Allura," he continued, looking over at the princess, "I think you and your niece had better follow Keith. He's going to be waiting on Arus for the Space Marshal's transmission."

Wide-eyed, Allura nodded. Inclining her head, she grasped Larmina's hand and rushed back to their guest rooms, where she knew they would need to pack up in a hurry to get back to Arus. As they left, Romelle turned to Sven with knowing in her eyes.

"She was the whore in the backless dress, wasn't she."

Sven paused, drawing in a deeper breath than he ever thought possible. He would not lie to his wife. "Yes, Romelle. She was."

Romelle nodded stiffly, letting go of his hand as she did. "I will speak with you more on this matter once everything is settled with Keith. Until then, I wish you good luck, and I hope you are all able to defeat whatever evil it is that has captured this girl."

He kissed her. "Thank you. And I will discuss everything with you, I promise."

Leaving for the hangar, he felt a profound sense of relief, mixed with an overpowering feeling of dread. He knew that his wife was not going to like what he had to say.

Once the transmission was over, she buried her face in her hands. The sorrow was overwhelming. It didn't matter that she was married, it didn't matter that she loved her husband with her whole heart. As soon as she saw him, holding hands with that blond princess wife of his, her entire being had shattered into a million pieces.

"Space Marshal?" Kelly asked carefully. Her First Officer hadn't left her side the entire morning. "Space Marshal, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear that was Norwegian you were just speaking."

Of course. Of course Kelly would know; as one of her Academy floormates, she knew that Sven had taught her Norwegian. She knew that the Space Marshal hadn't practiced the language since graduation, when Sven left for Arus. She was asking the question, but she already knew the answer.

"Yes, Officer Asimov. That was Norwegian I was speaking in."

Her First Officer came over to her carefully, rubbing her back. "Permission to speak freely, Space Marshal?"

"Granted."

Lenora looked up to see tears filling Kelly's eyes. "Oh my God, Len. Sven's still alive. And you were just speaking to him in Norwegian. Oh my God."

She smiled wryly. "Did you see that blond whose hand he was holding, Kell? That's his wife. The princess of Pollux is his wife." She swallowed. It felt like a boulder was moving down her esophagus. "They have a son. His name is Erik."

Kelly lifted her eyebrows. "And how, pray tell, do you know all of this?"

Lenora proceeded to tell her everything. She told her about the ball on Arus, the backless dress, the sad song, the way Sven had come down the staircase looking for her. The way he'd slipped the wedding band on her finger. The many times they'd closed the deal in his bedroom. The guilt she'd felt when she realized that he would tear his son away from his mother for her, and she couldn't leave Jon for him because of that. The reason she moved the wedding date up because she couldn't deal with the shame she felt over cheating on Jon. How she had been harboring this secret for seven months and had told no one, not even Morgan.

Kelly wiped the tears out of her eyes. "Oh, Len. I'm so sorry. I know how much you loved Sven. This must hurt so much."

She buried her face in her hands again. "It does, Kell. And it's never going to get any better."

"What about your husband?"

She drew a deep breath. "If it's possible for me to be in love with two men at the same time, Kelly, then I am. I love my husband. I am completely in love with my husband. But when Sven comes around...I love him so much, Kell. I have always loved Sven, and I never stopped loving him. Not even when I said I do to Jon did I stop loving Sven."

Kelly shook her head sadly, continuing to rub her friend's back. "Oh, my dear, you are so messed up."

"Yeah. Tell me about it."

Jeff was always nervous when he was called into Commander Hawkins' chambers. It was like he was a little kid being called into the principal's office; it could only mean that he was in trouble. But he knew he hadn't caused any problems. How could he have? They hadn't even been in flight for twenty-four hours.

Hawkins looked at him wearily, propping his head up on his desk with his hand. He looked stressed and worn-out. Briefly, Jeff wondered if this man - his commander, his old friend's husband - was still up to the charge as the head of the Explorer.

"Jeff." He motioned for him to sit across from him at the desk.

He sat. "Commander, what it is? Is there Drule activity? Do we need to be on stand-by for any action?"

The commander nodded. "We've been on stand-by since before you woke up, Jeff. I heard from the Space Marshal this morning. There's been an abduction from the Garrison, and both mecha have been put on stand-by while she does a DNA tracking."

Jeff stopped breathing. He felt like the blood in his veins had turned to ice. "Commander, who's been captured?"

Hawkins shook his head sadly. "I'm so sorry, Jeff. Wade and Lotor have kidnapped Christiane."

Jeff's head spun at the commander's words. Horrified, he lunged for the wastebasket by the commander's desk, where he proceeded to throw up on learning that his girlfriend had been captured by the enemy.

Hun er søsteren: "She is his sister."

Det er fornuftig: "That makes sense."

Hvordan kan jeg hjelpe: "How can I help?"

Være på standby: "Be on stand-by."

Hold meg oppdatert: "Keep me updated."

Jeg vil, takk: "I will, thank you."

Love deg, min elskede: "I love you, my beloved."

Jeg elsker deg også: "I love you, too."