Lance sighed as he stared down at the bloody and beaten Galra soldiers at his feet.
“Your really not going to talk are you?” He asked stared at each of them in turn.
“Ok then how about I tell you a little about my mam. Now she was a sweet woman. The best mother you could ask for, but she did a job that left most crying as they rocked in the corner.”
Lance chuckled as he picked up a knife laying on a near by table.
The dim light flickered illuminating his scared smiling face.
“She was a woman that could make people talk. No matter how strong they believed they were, she always broke them. Can you guess what was the easiest way to do it?” Lance asked as he neared the smallest of the Galra, climbing into his lap as he stared back at his with defiant yellow eyes.
“You show the others exactly what you can do.”
He lean closer and whispered into his ear “I’m going to show you, a speciality from my planet. You know the one, Earth the big blue one that you blew up.”
Lance pulled away and pressed his knife against the furry throat “now pay close attention I don’t want any of you missing this.” He practically sang as he cut into the Galras throat and in one swift sickening movement pulled his tounge down letting his hang out.
The Galra could only make choked gargles as he died.
The other two stared at Lance in terror.
“Now that was a Columbia neck tie. If you don’t start talking I’ll finish with this on the quietest one. After of course I break and cut off your toes and fingers. Stab you over and over again with a hot poker. Maybe cutting out your eyes and putting them in your mouth, I could force you to eat them or sew your lips shut instead. My personal faverout is when I get to cut the side of the your mouth and then make you feel unimaginable pain that forces you to scream and rip a permanent smile across your face. Like mine.”
Lance laughed as he fan a finger across the pale scars on his cheeks.
The two Galra began to speak at the same time offering every little secret they knew.
Lance left once that started leaving them to whoever was behind the mirrored window observing them.
He went straight to the command room where Sven and Slav stood speaking in hushed tones.
Sven turned when he heard Lance enter smiling at him with a beckoning hand.
Lance grinned up at him “their telling the watchers the Altean base’s location as we speak. I didn’t even have to use the boiling water this time.” He chirped happily as Sven petted his hair, Lance preening under the attention.
“Good boy, now go clean up there will be a mission soon and I can’t have you covered in blood for it.”
“Ok” Lance hurried out of the room and Slav visibly relaxed.
“I cannot belive you keep that creature around, he’s practically an animal.”
Sven sighed “he’s the only other human left, it isn’t his fault what the Alteans did to him. At least here I can give him a chance to be more then what he was in the arena they left him in.”
Slav looked up at him for a moment “for a race that pretends to only want peace they really did create the most blood thirty creature I have ever seen in any reality.”
“No... hes not a creature.” Sven frowned placing a hand on the scar he wasn’t saving a certain blue paladin “he’s potentially our key to using Voltron and destroying both the Altean and the Galra alliance.”