Ties That Bind Us
Running through a Galra ship when your fighting the urge to empty your stomach of what little food was inside was defently as hard as it sounded.
Lance didn’t slow down though as the hall tilted and spun around him, the wall being the only reason he was still upright.
After the weird Druid let him out Lance had ran towards where he hoped his friends were being helped.
If he was being honest though he had no idea where he was going.
Normally when they were in enemy territory Pidge managed to get them a map so they weren’t just running around blind.
This time however Lance didn’t have his usual luxuries, no map, no team, not even his Bayard.
As a patrol of sentries passed Lance darted into a side room.
Breathing heavily and leaning against the wall for support.
He watched as they passed praying they wouldn’t look back.
“H-hey.”
Lance’s heart skipped a beat as he slowly turned to see a flesh and blood Galra staring at him, he was sat at a security desk surrounded by monitors showing the base.
They both stared at each other for a moment.
The Galra’s eyes darting to an alarm button just out of reach.
And Lance’s to the Galra’s gun resting on top of a metal cabinet.
As if some kind of silent signal was given they both moved at once.
Lance had never been so thankful for being so lanky as he was then his hand curled around the blaster and was able to point it at the Galra before he hit the button.
“Hands up or I shoot!”
Lance was trying his best to sound intimidating, but his vision was swimming and his knees shaking.
The Galra didn’t seem to notice as he did as he was told.
Lance motioned towards a side room with the end of the gun and the Galra followed.
Once he was locked inside Lance allowed himself to collapse in the chair.
It was taking everything he had just to stay upright.
His head currently had a heart beat and he was certain if he actually had any food in his stomach he would of thrown it up by now.
Lance wanted nothing more then to curl up under the desk and rest his exhausted body.
The thought of his team and his friends locked up somewhere in the ship kept him going.
He pulled his too heavy eyes up to the monitors.
There were more screens then one person could possibly monitor circling around the room with a second desk pushed against the opposite wall.
Even in his current state Lance did find the second desk kinda odd but didn’t dwell on it long as his eyes fell upon the familiar mullet going crazy in a cell.
His heart clenched in his chest as he looked at the scared expressions of Hunk and Keith.
He wanted to be with them. To hold them close and to be told everything would be ok.
Lance shook his head.
Now wasn’t the time for love, now he had to be strong and save them for once.
He was so focused on the screen that he didn’t notice how the door opened.
Not until a blaster was pressed to the back of his head.
That was the moment Lance realised why there was two desks.
Two desks... two Galra.
And the second one just came back.
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To say Coran was worried would be the understatement of the century.
When the paladins were first taken he and Allura threw themselves into the search.
However when the video of Lance... his own Grandson so vulnerable and fragile broke his heart.
Lance looked so much like Crace in the video that for one moment Coran could believe it was him that was being held captive.
But the dark skin was so Lance.
It didn’t take away the fear of losing another child.
“What can we do? If we hand over the lions then we lose everything.” Allura asked looking over the coordinators for the hundredth time.
“Not leave them to Lotor that’s for sure. You saw how he had Lance, quiznark Allura he may of already...” Coran trailed off unable to bring himself to say it.
Allura placed a hand on his shoulder “I know it’s hard but we have a duty to put an end to the Galra empire... the lions cannot be replaced.”
“And they can?” Coran pulled away looking down at her in horror “princess. The lions can be brought back. But if we lose the pilots then they are gone forever. I love you like a daughter and I have sworn to follow you to the end of this life time... but not if you wish to abandon a team that wouldn’t even be fighting this war if not for us.”
Allura looked down “I only meant that... never mind. We need to get them back but how?”
Coran frowned “Perhaps the Blade can help? Personal feelings aside Lance is a top priority. The Dizzies make him vulnerable on their own. But his extended illness has left weak and fragile. There’s no way he can survive alone.”
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Soon as Lance felt the blaster on his head instinct kicked in.
In one fluid motion he spun round and grabbed the barrel of the gun and pointed it towards the wall.
The Galra’s eyes widened as Lance tugged hard pulling the gun and Galra forwards into the ground.
Lance stomped on the Galra’s head knocking him out.
He was left breathing heavily and leaning against the wall.
“Lock the door, always lock the door.” Lance gasped looking back at his friends in the cell.
“Hang on guys. I’m on my way.” He grabbed the second blaster, taking a deep breath and ran out of the room even as his mind became muddled his goal remained clear.
Get to Hunk and Keith.
Once he was back with them everything would be fine.
