@corruptedkerberostechnician @defenselessdefender @shortcircuitingsmile
Lance had been missing for months, no matter where the others looked and search they couldn’t find any information. So they kept fighting, hoping every time they defeated a Galran ship that they would find something, even just a small clue. Allura took over as the blue paladin in his absence, so that the team could still form Voltron, but it just wasn’t the same without the easy going boy there.
Unknown to them though, was what happened to Lance in those months. He was captured by the Galra; forced to fight, tortured, his memories distorted and his emotions warped. Things that he had worked past, that he had pushed away and gotten over were brought back to the surface and amplified, forming a hatred for the Voltron team deep down inside. When they showed him images of Allura piloting his lion, it made it all worse, his jealousy, and hatred and all his negative emotions boiling together, making his a weapon for the Galran Empire. And now he was ready for use.
Lance wore a wicked grin underneath his helmet, gun in his hand as he stepped off of the ship. Finally. Now was hi chance to prove once and for all he was better than the paladins, that he was stronger and smarter than them. That he was better than Shiro and Matt. That he had succeeded where they had failed. Deep down there was an inkling of doubt, but he extinguished it, walking out onto the planets surface, following other soldiers.
The other paladins were there already fighting, as was Matt, with the castle piloted by Coran providing cover. It was perfect. He jumped right into the heat of battle, firing his weapon and occasionally engaging in hand to hand combat with one of the others. He jumped back and forth between all of them, a twisted laugh wrenching free of his throat as he ended up fighting Matt and Shiro at once, adrenaline rushing through his veins. But with that rush of adrenaline and excitement came a lapse of his defenses. Not noticing Keith coming up behind him. By the time he noticed the red paladin, it was too late to fully block the attack, barely managing to deflect it. And in the process his helmet got knocked off.
Lance could feel a wicked smile forming on his face, blood streaming down the side of his face from a cut on his temple. “Guess you finally found me, but not before you replaced me.” He hissed out, a twisted, dark laughter bubbling up from his chest. “But it’s too late for you to apologize now. It’s too late to ‘save me’.” As he said those last two words, he used his hands to do air quotations, moving away from the others so he could see all three of them at once. He wiped some of the blood from his face, looking down at it before shrugging. “What will you do now, paladins?”
Something about this felt wrong, but Lance pushed that to the back of his mind. They were his enemies now, all of them. And Shiro and Matt were just failures, broken soldiers who couldn’t live up to what they were supposed to be, what he had become. And they didn’t really care about him, did they? No. they had replaced him without a second thought, he was just disposable to them. But then... Why did he care so much about them? Why was there one small part of him that didn’t want to fight? But he pushed that away too, ignoring all of those emotions, focusing on his thirst for blood, his desperation to prove that he was stronger than them all.