The Stars Between -- (VLD)

By the time they had gotten back to the base, the battle was long over.

Roy and Olly hadn't seemed all that surprised when Muxis had come into the med bay, gently taken Therra's arm (her broken one now covered in a cast and held in a sling), and guided her away as Kelaan filled in Lance, checking over the nasty bruise forming on his shoulder from where he was shot.

"Why'd he do that?" Lance asked, watching them disappear around a corner. "She's still recovering."

"Interrogation."

Roy shrugged at Lance's questioning, yet also horrified gaze. "It's just normal procedure to verify the identity of everyone who comes into contact with our organisation." she said.

"But what if they don't want to—ahh, fingers still hurt, Kelaan!—don't want to join?"

"We still have to do it, to make sure they don't reveal our location to the Galra if they leave." Olly supplied. "It's the best option we have."

"So how come I wasn't interrogated?" Lance raised his eyebrows questioningly.

"You arrived in the Blue Lion of Voltron, of which you are the only possible pilot in the universe." Kelaan said, not looking up from her work in retaping Lance's fingers. "I'm pretty sure that's identity verification enough."

Lance was still unhappy with the situation Therra was in, but it was not his place to share his opinion.

Olly assured him that it was not in any way painful, Roy adding a muffled "to Therra." to the end of Olly's sentence as a look of disdain flittered across her features. Olly had gently slapped her arm, giving an assuring look to everyone before Roy got up and walked out of the med bay, Olly trailing behind her.

Again, it was none of his damn business, though Lance was confused as to what Roy had meant.

As both Roy and Olly were apparently needed for the interrogation, along with Muxis, the only other resistance members with any sort of experience with children, and as Vi was nowhere to be found –

Lance was on babysitting duty.

Right now, it was probably the easiest job ever. Lance glanced over in the corner, where Mik was currently asleep, tail curled around herself.

He wondered if all Galra children slept as much as Mik seemed to.

Perhaps he should ask Muxis later.

Lance stretched, turning his mind back to more important thoughts.

The attack on base.

According to Matt, the fight had been long and difficult, but one of the older resistance members had returned from an extended mission.

He had quite literally barrelled through the enemy and taken out their commander, stealing supplies on the way out again. He lead the rest to victory, using nothing but his fists and strength, tearing through the enemy lines like they were nothing.

Revered in the resistance, somehow Lance had never heard of the guy before. He found out why soon enough, though.

"There's someone you should meet." Matt said, sticking a fluffy head around the corner. Lance looked up from where Mik lay, raising an eyebrow.

"Right now?"

"Yes, right now." Matt said with a roll of his eyes, pulling Lance over to meet someone new.

"But I have to look after Mik while—"

"She's sleeping, it'll be fine for a minute!"

Lance continued to grumble as he was dragged along, nearly crashing into Matt's back when he stopped.