Hidden In Plain Sight

"Clean this shit up. Then get back to your cell." The Galra guard pushed me into the room filled with space shit. I scrub the floors quietly. I, Lance, of the great Voltron team had fallen so far from grace. I had been captured by the Galra empire and was now drifting on a cruiser who knows where.

My stay here has been as welcoming as any captor's welcome would be. Nice and painful. I had been raped repeatedly and beaten relentlessly. My last beating left me within a quarter of my life. I didn't care anymore though. I had become accustomed to the pain. I don't even know what day it is. Or year.

I finished the room in record time. I got up and walked to my cell. "Hey buddy. That's a new record."

"Shut up," I tell at my cellmate. My voice had become gruff from my time here. I continue my bench press workout I had previously started. "Do you really have to continue this? You're already buff enough."

"Well excuse me if I don't want to die in the next fight." I gave Gurkin a glare and his stepped back. He went back to doing whatever he was with a few metal objects. "You know," I start. "They only pick your brain for ideas. For me they want all this info I don't have." I get up from my position. "They don't have to torture you because you can give them what they want." I head over to my side of the cell.

The lights in the ship are going out now. It's curfew. Gurkin's body acts like a roly-poly and curls up in a ball. I lay down on the cold floor with my head to my knees. Time to cry myself to sleep again.

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I violently punch a bag. All this hidden anger was just coming out. It's the only time it does. "Keith, we're meeting at the bridge. Hurry." Allura's voice over the ships comm was an ear sore. I packed up my things and headed to the front. "We have the location of a hidden slave cruiser in the area. It supposedly has some of their most important prisoners. We can head in as soon as your ready."

"I'll wait for you guys," Pidge says and heads down to her lion. She had let her hair grow long again. Shiro was nowhere to be seen as usual. He always disappears now. That used to be my thing. Now I'm here no matter what it is. Even if I have to deal with more disappointing news. I only confide in Pidge and Hunk. They're the only two I trust anymore. Coran doesn't really talk to us anymore. Only during missions.

I pass him in the hall. It seems like he had been crying again. I pat him on the back and head to my room. I grab my Galran knife. My eyes are caught for a moment by a picture of the whole team, with Lance. I silently pray that he's at this one. "I'm ready!"

We all wait in our lions as the castle teleports. I look at this husk of a lion. It's nothing without Lance. My heart ached just thinking about him. "We're here. And remember to stick to the plan."

"Right," we said in unison.

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"In this corner we have the rebel slave, Lance!" I was still surprised when people cheered for me. It was probably only because I was good at fighting. This is what it must've felt like for Shiro. I chuckle to myself and wave to the crowd. I notice a group of people in cloaks enter. I ignore it anyway. "In the other corner we have a slew of Galra soldiers. Some of our finest."

Four top ranks enter the arena. I laugh. They think these weaklings can beat me. They fan out. This is going to be fun. I lick my lips and sit on the ground. "Aaaaahhh!" A female warrior charges at me with her sword high in the air.

I move so quickly it's hard for her comprehend what's happening. I remove her sword from her and jab her the stomach. One down. I feel a jolt of electricity behind me. Of course it doesn't affect me, so I turn to face whoever did it. The short man stares up at me realizing his mistake.