Lance was in a shitty situation. First, he hadn’t eaten breakfast before the call of arms on the castleship. Secondly, his hair was an absolute mess of sweat and alien plant sap. And third? Thirdly, he was tied up in a chair on a hostile alien planet about to be assasinated to make a statement to Voltron. Yeah, today was the worst.
It started as any normal day on the castleship, except Lance was sprinting to the bridge with the other paladins as the alarms blared in distress. The door whooshed open as Lance skidded to a halt next to Keith. Everyone was in their armor, including Allura, although Lance knew she wouldn’t be participating since they had Keith for another three movements before he was sent back to the blade. Allura cleared her throat and began the briefing. The holo screen in the middle was lit up by an earth sized planet with six different colored rings orbiting around it. The planet was classified as “zYLL12-wwhdusy190x”. The information on the planet classified it as a mostly desert planet, so “dusty” for short. The planet also had several moons orbiting it as well. Two were classified as an “occupied planet” the others uninhabitable.
“-as the last planet in this system. As we can see. In ten thousand years, four other planets are new to this system. We mustn't count them out as a non threat. We have no idea of what distress Dusty is in, but the signal came from the portion of the planet that transitions from dust lands to a heavy dense forest near a river.” Allura shifted and zoomed in on the planet. “This is where we will converge to see what the threat is. Stay on high alert at all times. No audio recordings or writing came with the distress signal.”
The paladins broke rank and ran to their lions.
The flight to the outer rings of Dusty was swift. The planet had to be in Lances top ten best. The rings were a multitude of colors ranging between blue all the way to orange. It looked like someone threw up a rainbow with more of a watercolor feel to it. As he broke through the atmosphere he could see the harsh yellow of the sand below. The sand was mostly the same except for periodical bursts of blue or purple sand. The jungle was much the same. Plants of all different colors greeted him from below, some even appearing gray, although most were a lush green. Lance found a clearing to land in. Blue touched down with the grace and elegance that a something-odd-ton ship shouldn’t have,
Lance took stock of his surroundings. He followed the plan to a T and radioed the team his positioning. He activated his bayard and continued forward. He was met with an alien several feet in front of him. The alien had it’s back turned. Lance recognized the creature as a Gravite. He was amazed to see if looked exactly how Allura told them it would, apparently evolution on this planet was slow.
The creature turned to fully face him. It looked like a pangolin, only it was walking on two legs and had humanoid hands with sharp claws. Before he could call out to the creature, it let out a sharp whistle. In seconds, six other Gravites came barreling from the shrubbery. They surrounded him. Looking closer, Lance noticed each alien was a different color. He spotted a purple, gold, gray, and a pink Gravite. The others were two different shades of blue and a lush green the shade of the trees. Lance activated his bayard and got into his fighting stance.
“Hey! I’m not here for trouble. I’m here to help. My team got a distress call from this planet. I don’t want to harm anyone!”
The gray one smiled. Rows of sharp, jagged teeth gleamed in the sunlight. “Oh, we know who you are Paladin of blue.” They all charged him at once.
“Shiro! Anyone! I;m going to need backup! Hostile- I - oh my god!” his bayard was completely useless against their hard outer shell. Lance transitioned into his broadsword. “Backup please!”
Lance couldn’t hear his team in his ear as blood rushed through his veins. Surprisingly all but two Gravites stopped their charge, but it didn’t help his odds. No matter how many times he brought down the sharp edge of his sword, the Gravites scales wouldn’t crack. It was a lost cause. The purple one grabbed his head. Before they had a chance to break his neck. Lance released the helmet. He was met with humid air as the helmet slipped off and the Gravite went tumbling to the ground. Lance had no time to recover as the second Gravite kept their charge. His bayard was knocked from his hand reverting back to the grip. The last thing Lance registered before it went dark was the tree root that came into his vision as he fell.
Lance awoke in a room. He was dizzy and disoriented. The room was warm yet he could feel the cold floor through his shoes. Lance then blacked out.
Waking for the second time he was greeted by the same gray Gravite he met outside, well at least he thought so. What unnerved Lance the most wasn’t the razor sharp teeth, but the aliens two wide eyes. They were pitch black. Lance felt as if his very soul was being sucked in by the pupil-less void. The creature purred. Stepping closer it retracted its claws, leaving nothing but fingers as it raked its hand down Lance’s face. Lance didn’t even flinch, he refused.
“What do you want?” Lance rasped out. Voice scratchier than he would have liked.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, Paladin of blue. I’m Ravein. I Command this base along with several other colonies. It seems the Paladins have fallen for our trap. Hmmm.” the alien purred, “you will be a great tool. Tell me Paladin, how much does your team care for your life?” Lance sucked in a sharp breath.
“Do they think they’ll come for you? Or will they let you die here like the v’rpes you are? Only time will tell it seems.” Ravein took a step back. Lance tried to sit up straight to seem taller but the Gravites were at a minimum seven feet tall, Ravein having two feet on the shortest.
Lance tried to speak but was silenced by a scaled hand falling over his mouth. A sharp smile met Lance’s terrified gaze.
“Let’s play a game Paladin. You’ll be the perfect hostage. Start the recording Scholackse.” A Camera was placed in front of them. Ravein addressed the camera, completely ignoring Lance.
“Greetings Paladins of Voltron! I’m Ravein, commander of this base and the other great Gravite colonies. As you can see,” Ravein flourished his hand at Lance, “the Paladin of blue is in my custody.” The giant creature pulled out a test tube out of nowhere. The substance inside was a dark chocolate color.
“If Voltron refuses to surrender the lions to us, the Gravites, your precious teammate is good as dead.” Lance wasn’t liking where this was going. The rope bit into his wrists as he tried to wriggle free.
“This substance has theobromine it it. A high concentrated dose, and need I remind you it is highly toxic? The first symptom is nausea, then vomiting and cold sweats. You will soon be plagued by arrhythmia, seizures, internal bleeding and then,” Ravein paused, “ death.” Ravein’s smile was sharp, Lance’s eyes were wide.
“We will be expecting a call from you, the toxin takes several vargas to take full effect. Until then, you can cure him. Well Paladins…” Their posture swiveled to the camera, “I hope you like him enough to save him.” The blinking light of the camera cut out.
Before lance could utter a word in response a needle was injected into his neck. He expected to be knocked out, but all it managed to do was make his throat numb. Ravein stepped in front of him. The theobromine was dumped into a steaming mug while a tube was unceremoniously shoved down his throat. The process was over before it even began. Lance watched as the cup was poured into the tube and the substance slid down his throat disappearing into his stomach. Lance cringed as the tube was extracted, coughing all the way. After the object was gone, his throat didn’t hurt but the experience wasn’t pleasant.
That’s when it hit him. These motherfuckers just poisoned him! Oh my god he was going to die! With a quick swish of Ravien’s claws, the rope was gone and Lane was pushed to the floor against the wall.
“I hope you enjoy the pain, Paladin. I hope for your sake your team truly cares.”
Lance was left alone to his fate.