A list of places, objects, phrases, and new characters introduced in Season Three. All spelling is from the subtitles. Might be missing one or two. Good luck, content creators!
Puig – saved by Lance and Hunk in s3ep1, attacked again later by the Galra General Ladies. Call themselves the Puigians. Ulippa System – Throk is transferred out here. The planet/system has ice worms. Va’Kar quadrant – the Paladins set a course to this place during their search for Lotor and the comet. Planet Kythra – a tribal desert people, featuring the same large feathered ears as the aliens who rescued Matt. Pronounced “keeth-ra”. Tando people – live in the Valurian quadrant, and wear flappy loose pants. Paglium quadrant – the yellow and blue lions were spotted here between season two and three. Planet Thayserix – planet made of dense gases with unusual magnetic poles that cancel the sensors. Atmosphere has areas full of Red Syntian Nitrate, which is a highly combustible gas that goes BOOM when you shoot through it with “amplified emissions of light.” (In summary: lasers bad. Ice guns okay.) Daibazaal - original home of the Galra. The comet that Voltron was made from crashed here. Rygnirath - home of the original Yellow Paladin, Gyrgan the Dalterion Belt - home of the original Green Paladin, Trigel Nalquod - home of the original Blue Paladin, Blaytz
Terms and Objects
Red Syntian Nitrate – a highly combustible gas found in parts of Thayserix’s atmosphere. See above. Skort pantaloons – flappy loose pants traditionally worn by the Tando people. Bogwaggle-cape – can be trained to sing theme songs. Coran had one back in the day. Nanothermite titanium-boron – the bomb that broke Matt out of galra prison Tel-Galax exploration shuttle – one of King Alfor’s deep space vessels. The team come upon it half-suspended between realities. Note: This ship in particular is Commodore Trayling’s ship. Non-cogs – a term used by trans-reality Alteans that refers to people controlled by the hokril. Hokril – a device that plugs directly into one’s brain via the back of the skull. This device saps the fighting force from a person – from “enemies”. Used by the trans-reality Alteans to bring “peace”. Klygarg – a computer or database of some sort. Transmissions can be logged on this device, which needs a password to activate.
Note: the comet that Voltron was made from, as well as Lotor’s new battle-ship, is never specified by name. The ship (and Voltron) are said to be made from the “ore” produced by the comet – but the comet itself currently has no specified name.
By King Groggery the Infirm! – used by Coran as an exclamation. Fun fact: King Groggery the Infirm is also on the Altean currency that Coran tries to bribe the mall-directory!Unilu with in Space Mall (Season 2.7). By the ancients – another one of Coran’s exclamations. Hold your gazurgas, everyone! – thank you, Coran. And I’m the Phoblan of Gargalax – Shiro’s taller captor uses this as a sarcastic statement of disbelief, similar to “sure, and I’m the King of France.” By willow! – Gyrgan exclaims this at least twice.
Guns of Gamara – really, Sven?
Lotor’s Generals Ezor – awesome. ‘ribbon-hair’ Galra Narti – blind with a kitty. Also has tail. Zethrid – big fluffy ears. Always down to fight. Acxa – the Galra Keith met in the weblum. Note: the subtitles spell her name differently almost every time.
Original Paladins Zarkon, from planet Daibazaal – original Black Paladin King Alfor, from planet Altea – original Red Paladin Gyrgan, from Rygnirath – original Yellow Paladin Trigel, from the Dalterion Belt – original Green Paladin Blaytz, from Nalquod – original Blue Paladin
Miscellaneous Commander Throk – attempts to undermine Lotor Commander Trayling - was in charge of the exploration shuttle the Paladins discover. Sven – ………. General Hira – the pink-haired Altean met in the trans-reality. Refers to Allura as ‘Empress.’ Her companion with the spectacles is never named. Moxilous – a “non-cog” controlled by the Alteans in the trans-reality Vakala – tiny alien on the ice planet fake!Shiro/Kuron lands on. Their companion, the larger alien, is not named. Subject Y0XT39 – approved for use in Operation Kuron. Note: Shiro’s fugitive number is 117-9875. (Season 1.10) General Raht – assigned by Haggar to keep an eye on Prince Lotor. Honerva – Haggar’s original name Kova – Honerva’s cat. Same species as the cat that Narti uses to see through – possibly the same cat? Maybe season 4 will tell us.
You know, as much as I am all over fic and fanart about bb!Peter and Yondu, I was thinking about how Peter is canonically 34 according to the movie’s timeline, which means he was actually with the Ravagers for more years as an adult than he was as a kid.
And there are all kinds of interesting implications for that! The relationship we get between Peter and Yondu (and Peter and the Ravagers in general) at the beginning of the first movie isn’t that of a young adult out in the world for the first time vs. his old mentor/team; they’ve actually had plenty of time to solidify their relationship as adults and fall into certain patterns of behavior. They have been stealing things together and conning people together (and probably conning each other, at times) for years, not just Peter as the teen thief and Yondu as his teacher.
Looking at it from that perspective, I guess the thing that makes the most sense to me based on Peter’s behavior in the first movie is that he’s been off-and-on falling into and out of the Ravagers’ orbit for years at this point. He’s not really with them, so much as he’s not not with them, but he hasn’t quite had That Awkward Conversation with Yondu until he double-crosses them on Morag. “You and me, taking down marks, side by side like the old days” suggests they haven’t really been doing that together in awhile, but he also hasn’t had an actual falling out with the Ravagers to the point of officially parting ways. He’s just kinda been off doing his own thing as the Famous Outlaw Star-Lord.
It also made me think … obviously there are many plausible interpretations of what Peter’s childhood was like, running the gamut from “utterly miserable and abusive” to “lonely, but not that bad” – but thinking about Peter having been an adult with the Ravagers for the last 18 years or so … that’s a really long time! And it suggests that the crew’s general view of Yondu as “soft” on Peter could have a lot more to do with how Yondu treats him as an adult than anything that happened when he was a kid. Things might’ve been reasonably okay when he was small and cute and indulged by pretty much everybody (well, not the real hard cases, and not to say he wouldn’t still have been lonely and scared a lot of the time - but a lot of the pirates might’ve kind of enjoyed having a kid-brother-slash-mascot around), and it was only after Peter started getting older and was no longer small and cute that the resentment started to develop, when he was roughly on the same level with everyone else in the crew but Yondu never really managed to stop noticeably playing favorites with him.
The tl;dr of it is that we’re seeing them at a particular point in their relationship that doesn’t necessarily represent the whole thing. They might actually have been much friendlier at certain points in the past than they are now; they might have gone through (in fact, it makes sense they probably did go through) periods when they were getting along great, and then other times when Peter was even more estranged and working even harder to hold Yondu and the Ravagers at arm’s length than he is at the start of the movie. 20 years of ups and downs, basically.
Seen in that light, too, Peter’s revelation at the end of the second movie that Yondu was effectively his dad all along actually makes even more sense, if they had a decades-long pattern of sometimes being really close, other times fighting viciously and being very far apart, and for Peter the fighting and the harsher aspects of the way Yondu dealt with him tended to loom much larger than the legitimately good times when they were working smoothly together and getting along. And the “click” moment for him at the end of the movie is to turn it around and see all of the good parts as the dominant aspects of the relationship, rather than the fights and his struggle to assert his own independence apart from the Ravagers and his understandable resentment over being effectively press-ganged on board a space pirate ship as an 8-year-old.
Based on an ask I received!
I apologize, the story had to be edited so I rewrote the whole thing here!
Original idea by: @lightderin
Lance looked around at the accusing glares of his teammates, all different intensities. He smiled nervously, “Oops.”
They had been mapping out locations in the observatory of safe planets to land, or easy places to wormhole, in the case of an attack that needed quick escape.
The team had been at it for hours, and had over 120 spots pinpointed over multiple galaxies.
Lance, who had found the entire ordeal quite boring, had strolled away to check out the little holograms floating around.
He couldn’t help that it was hard for him to pay attention, ADHD did that to a person. Focusing just wasn’t his gig.
The blue paladin had started across the other side of the room, hands in his pockets and he just looked.
Until he thought he found Earth.
He should know what it looked like, he stared at its little hologram nearly every night.
Lance missed home.
He missed the people back there.
Without much thought, Lance reached forward to zoom in, a happy little smile on his lips.
Look at it, just right there—
“Aw, what the heck?!” A chorus of shouts came from behind and Lance jumped.
He turned to see the team staring at him, looking annoyed and tired. “Hm?”
Pidge motioned frantically to the hologram around them, “Lance, we lost our spot! We lost our points!”
Lance blinked, “…how?”
Keith groaned, “Idiot, because you were screwing around with the screen!”
Lance frowned, looking back at Earth, and saw how zoomed in it was and how the constellations and stars around him had changed too.
Oh, he didn’t think that one through.
Lance looked back at them and smiled nervously, “Oops?”
He was answered with grumbles, and a yawn from Hunk. They were tired and now were too frustrated to get significantly angry.
“Let’s go to bed, we can start again in the morning.” Shiro said, rubbing his forehead. “You too Lance.”
Lance rubbed his neck, looking at the ground as the team and the Altean duo walked past him.
He grunted when Keith bumped into him, “Watch where you’re going, Lance.” The red paladin spat.
Keith was the one who bumped into him!
“Oh yeah, mull—”
He was alone in the observatory.
He took a shaky breath, watching the doors close behind his friends, and sulked.
He had annoyed them all, again.
Why could he just keep his hands to himself? Look don’t touch, his mama had always said.
Lance sighed, arms coming up to pull up his hood and put it over his head. A safe place, where he could only see forward, and no one could see him.
Hoods were nice.
When you can only look back at your mistakes, they allow you to dream ahead and block out any side distractions.
It was a new world, your own world, and provided the blue paladin with a sense of security.
He sat down, back in front of Earth, letting it float nearer to him and he watched it carefully.
The blue light illuminating the white space his head was tucked into, and it was just those two.
Lance and Earth.
She was such a pretty lady.
His sadness escaped through a sigh, and he allowed himself to be calm.
Tonight, he would fix it.
Lance would stay up all night and go through the map an replot every point.
And as morning came, the hood would come off, and Lance would feel a little better.
Everything would be okay.
It had to be, otherwise what would have been the point of staying up all night to do all of this for his team?
He skipped breakfast, as that time came the following morning. Not that he was incredibly hungry anyway.
“203…204, wait, no…” Lance put down another point, rubbing his eyes and swaying in his spot.
Lance had marked down every point they had previously plotted, and finding he hadn’t been able to sleep, continued on.
The blue paladin barely noticed as a door opened behind him, and the team entered.
“Wh— Lance? We thought you were still sleeping, you weren’t at breakfast.” Princess Allura said with a hint of surprise in her tone.
Lance chuckled, “Nah, thought I would finish up some of our plotting.”
Team Voltron and the Alteans were staring in awe at the color coordinated dots that glowed amongst the light blue holographic model.
“What is this?” Shiro asked.
Lance looked over, rubbing an eye.
“I felt horrible last night, messing up the work you guys did. So I stayed up and fixed it. I even took the time to color coordinate them by condition, size, and whether or not they are open at certain times.”
Each had their jaw dropped, staring at their blue paladin. He had done all of that?
“Did you sleep at all?” Hunk spoke up, brows furrowed as he stared at his friend.
The poor kid looked drained; skin paled, bags under his eyes, and red in the corners.
He was exhausted.
It took them a moment to process this, watching as Lance sat down and smiled at them. “I even found more. In at over two hundred charted locations giving the correct conditions.”
Keith said it. “Idiot.”
Lance blinked, visibly flinching at the sudden words, not what he had expected at all.
Pidge looked annoyed, although it was probably at the fact Lance had done something tech related better than her for once.
“You stayed up ALL NIGHT? On a map that wasn’t even that important?” She said, gaping.
Lance paused, “Not that…Wh… But you guys got so upset when I messed it up, an worked on it all day!”
Keith rolled his eyes, “Yeah, it needed done, but it wasn’t life or death. Look at you!”
Shiro, in a nicer tone, agreed. “He’s right, Lance. You didn’t have to do this, and it’s not healthy putting yourself through such stress.”
Hunk bit his lip, “I mean, you’re really tired right? What if, What o Zarkon attacked and you just fell asleep durin battle?”
“He would KILL you.” Allura confirmed. Coran nodded.
“You’ve got to take care of yourself.”
Lance looked around at his friends, not believing what he was hearing in the slightest.
How could they accuse him like this?
How could they be so rude?
Lance had done this for them, staying up all night to fix his mistake. He had wants to make them happy!
The blue paladin wanted to be apart of the team and help out for once, even if it was in a simple manner.
He hadn’t wanted to be reprimanded for a deed he believed was good.
Frustrated tears appeared, and Lance crossed his arms. “Fine, whatever, I’ll go to bed. Do what you want with that.”
He stood up, swayed, and nearly toppled over with exhaustion. Lance couldn’t stand the worried looks he was getting.
The hood came back up.
Things were supposed to have been okay.
Lance marched to his room, rubbing his nose with an aggravated sniff and glaring the tears away.
Headcanon that after Matt is rescued, he starts travelling the galaxy, fighting on behalf of the rebellion and doing whatever he can to screw over the Galra. But he also develops a habit of picking up souvenirs on each of the planets and moons he lands on - just little stones or leaves or sticks, whatever he can find - whenever he thinks of Shiro or has a moment where he wishes Shiro is with him. He collects and keeps all of these little trinkets in a box that he carries with him, promising himself that one day he’ll get to show Shiro his collection.
Then he and Shiro are finally reunited. Matt brings out the box and explains what it is before handing it over. Shiro thinks it’s adorable that Matt made a little collection for him, but then he opens it up and is absolutely gobsmacked when he looks inside.
Because the box is filled to the brim and there have to be hundreds or thousands of little rocks and shells and plants and twigs and just so many things from so many planets and this is how often Matt thought of him and this is how much Matt missed him this is physical proof of Matt’s feelings for him and he’s just so overwhelmed he has to put the box down and rest his head in his hands and just breathe because holy god, Matt.
And then Matt has to sheepishly admit that this is just the first box.
Imagine an entire Star Trek show about a group of people who aren’t members of the bridge crew or one of the higher ups, and each week it’s them trying to do their job while crazy shit happens that they don’t really understand, like:
They get an announcement from their superior officers that goes “You may notice a child walking around the ship in a captain’s uniform. That is in fact the captain and is to be treated the same as always. We’re quickly working on a solution.”
A transporter mishaps causes the chief engineer to turn into a vulcan. They try not to stare at the ears, and move on.
Shots of them reacting to superior officers running through the background in the midsts of a red alert that they don’t know what it’s in response to.
“Did you hear the away team landed on planet that had five years pass before they got them back?” “Man, I’m glad I got skipped over for that assignment.”
Trying to figure out if the rumor that their commander got kidnapped by an alien race that considers them their god is true or just something made up by a bridge crewman to mess with them.
Popping in and out of existence and taking bets on which All Powerful race it is that’s doing it and why.
anytime Weird Shit happens on the ship it’s never explained. why are there chickens in the Jeffrey Tubes? why does the captain have a double? why did the chief medical examiner briefly turn homicidal? they don’t know and neither do you.
Each episode ends with them pouring one out for the crewmembers who died that week.
You remember when I said I can’t write fanficiton for shit? Well here we go! My best attempt! If you like it please let me know! I’m working on Chapter 2! Takes place after season 2, after finding Shiro (because Shiro will come back I will not accept anything else omg).
Lance and the Voltron Team go on a mission that goes horribly wrong. Lance is left behind to be interrogated by the mysterious Galra Prince Lotor. The team must rush to get him back at all costs.
Chapter 1: Well, Great.
Lance awoke to the same face he had been seeing for a while
now. That’s the thing about space, it’s hard to tell the time. But this Prince
Lotor guy was making it even harder since he didn’t let Lance sleep more than
an hour at a time, well he hoped it was an hour.
Team Voltron had been floating across the galaxy and found a
distress beacon from a nearby planet. When they landed Allura asked the people
what was wrong since they seemed pretty peachy for apparently being under
distress. They lead the Voltron team to these large trees, like huge, way
bigger than Earth’s trees. They entered a kind of makeshift elevator and when
they reached the top they saw the problem.
A huge Galra ship hanging in the sky above them. No
movement, nothing firing, just sitting there in the atmosphere above the
planet. Obviously the people had panicked, sounded the distress beacon but the
ship hadn’t done anything for a full week. The ship was making the people
nervous so they left the beacon on hoping someone would come help them.
It was weird. Really weird. So of course they had to check
it out. Team Voltron. Wooh. Anyway so eventually they went back to the castle.
Allura and Coran did every scan they thought of and well they found no signs of
life. Also weird. But they couldn’t destroy the ship, not from the castle. The
shields were still up and they had to be disabled. So someone, namely Pidge had to
get on the ship, disable the shield and get out so the castle could blast it
out of the sky. Simple.
First of all Lance was the only one to think that maybe this
wasn’t a great idea. Everyone else was convinced the scans worked, that no one
was on the ship. Of course they went in still on alert but you know, things
never go well for the paladin in blue. So Pidge was escorted by Lance and Keith
while Hunk and Shiro waited with the castle just in case.
They entered the ship no problem. Not a big deal. Even got
to the control panel without a hitch. But as soon as Pidge so much as touched
the console things went to shit, real quick. When Pidge touched the console it
set off some sort of alarm, out of nowhere Lance heard guards gathering outside
the control room door. He and Keith readied their bayards then the comms went
nuts. Shiro, Hunk and the castle had been surrounded by a Galra fleet. There
was no escape. It had been a trap.
So Lance made a decision and a dangerous one. Without
thinking he grabbed Keith and Pidge by the back of their uniforms and threw
them over the edge of the control board, down a long drop where a vent lead to
the outside of the ship. Pidge made a surprise squeak with Keith yelling
Lance’s name. Lance turned and began to fire on the Galra soldiers. He knew
what he had to do.
“I’m gonna blow the ship. Get as far away as you can,
wormhole out if you have to!” He shouted over the comms.
There was muffled sounds of protest from Shiro and Hunk
before the comms went dead completely. Great now they couldn’t communicate. The guards
were piling through the door like mice escaping a hole. He had to hope that by
now Pidge and Keith had made it far enough away, he couldn’t hold them any
longer. So he turned his back, taking what cover he could from the tons of
fire. He aimed at the crystal in front of him. He needed to break it. So he looked
where he could fire. Where the crystal attached, he’s sure he can hit it. He
aims, a shot from one of the guards hits him in the shoulder. Doesn’t matter.
He breathes and fires. The shot hit sure and true and the crystal began to
crack, sparks coming from it. Lance jumped into the cavern, going down the shaft to the vent.
The crystal explodes.
can’t hear anything, the explosion must have blown an ear drum. His back feels
hot, spinning out of control into open air, jet pack not functioning. Great.
Blue isn’t near enough to get to him. He had no idea how the castle was if
everyone was okay. But the g-forces were causing his head to spin and he began
to lose consciousness. His last thought was, I hope everyone gets out okay. Lance’s vision goes black as he
continues to tumble towards the planet’s surface.
Everyone sees it, they hear it too. Keith and Pidge managed
to get back to the castle in one piece right before the whole ship goes up. The
explosion would have been spectacular if it wasn’t so frightening. Hunk and
Shiro stopped fight just of a moment in sheer horror as the whole ship
explodes. Lance was on that ship.
But the explosion works. The fleet takes damage, the
explosion bigger than usual since they were fighting in the atmosphere rather
than space. It takes out several ships. They have a chance to escape.
But everyone is frozen. Until they see it. A tiny figure
tail spinning out of control in a blue and white suit.
“Lance!” Shiro shouts, trying to get to him before he hits the surface. But enemies were replacing the destroyed ones and he couldn’t get
there in time.
Suddenly the ship that had hung back for the entire battle
did something none of them expected. It sent out a beam of purple light and
shined it on Lance’s out of control form. Lance’s body went limp, still
and then slowly began to drag him toward the Galra ship.
Keith yelled, “They’re taking him!”
“We have to get him!” Pidge insisted. She hated the way he
was limp, was he unconscious or worse?
They rushed to go get their lions. But Allura’s voice
“YOU CANNOT!” She shouted.
Everyone paused even Shiro and Hunk who were still fighting outside the castle but they heard it over the comms. They had never heard Allura scream like that.
“We must wormhole out, we cannot win this fight.” She said
this time barely a whisper.
There was a stunned silence before Keith of all people
“That’s LANCE out there! He just risked his life to give us
a chance! We can’t abandon him!” Keith said, outraged.
Allura took in a breath.
“That is exactly why we need to go. Now. Lance bought us
time. We can’t waste it.” She turned to them, tears in her eyes. Keith’s rage
“We will come back for him. We will find him and bring him
home. However we need to be alive to do that. I’m certain we would not survive
an assault on that ship. We must leave. Now.” Allura said tears streaking down
She wiped them the best she
could and went to the comms telling Hunk and Shiro to come back. They were
going to wormhole out. Reluctantly they came back, looking pale and worried.
The ship made the wormhole, leaving the Galra and Lance behind.
Lance’s head felt heavy. His back felt worse, dry and
stinging. He was being suspended against a wall. Arms, legs and torso bound by
heavy thick clamps on the walls. Everything hurt. He slowly raised his head,
moving it seemed to make it worse but he needed to see where he was. He knew he wasn’t in
the castle but where exactly was he?
He blinked his eyes. Realizing quickly that one was having
trouble seeing, which is a great thing to add to his ever growing list of
problems. The room was dark with metal floors, walls and ceiling. Purple lights
lined the walls in a linear pattern. He recognized that purple anywhere. He was
on a Galra ship. Great.
He spent time looking over his injuries. He took a shot to
the shoulder, he remembered that. But the rest must have been from the
explosion or the free fall. His back was burnt, realizing the sensation. His
left eye couldn’t see very well, vision was dark and tinted red. He could feel
a cut over his eyebrow pulsing and swollen. His jaw felt fat and burned. The clamps were holding him to
the wall a bit too tight and it seemed hard to draw a good breath. What a mess.
Soon the door flew open, showering the room in purple light.
A tall man stepped in, long white hair and purple skin. Yellow almost glowing
eyes looked at Lance with an interest that made his skin crawl. He was wearing
armor, fancy armor. This guy was definitely in charge. Lance smirked,
confidence couldn’t fail him now.
“Who are you? Zarkon’s replacement?” Lance asked, smug
The man took a moment and smiled.
“Yes, something like that.” He confirmed.
Lance was a little stunned, he honestly hadn’t expected him
“What, really?!” Lance asked, shocked.
The man smiled.
“My name is Prince Lotor, I am Zarkon’s son.” He took a step
forward, examining Lance a little closer.
Once satisfied with being a creep he backed off.
”I must inform you
that your fellow paladins have abandoned you.” Lotor said.
Lance breathed a small breath of relief. So they did get
out. Good. That’s good, Lance thought although he couldn’t help the lump
forming in his throat.
“Oh don’t worry, they’ll be back.” Lance said confidently.
Well he hoped anyway. Lotor paused and smile kept on his
“If that’s the case, how about we get started?”
Lance swallowed the lump was getting bigger. Two guards from
the hallway came through the door.
“Bring it big ears.” Lance smirked.
Lotor’s face didn’t change, not even a twitch of anger. Now
that Lance could see him up close, for a Galra he was pretty handsome. Nice
hair. Although he seemed not all Galra. Lance wasn’t sure how he knew that but
something about him read a little more of something else.
Lotor took a step closer, the guards following him closely
as a flood of more people came into the room. Druids, that’s what their called.
Cloaked with masks but the creepy witch lady wasn’t there which was a relief.
But they shuffled in with metal floating boxes and began to take out what Lance
had to guess was torture devices which wasn’t so great.
Lotor began to talk.
“You are the blue paladin of Voltron, riding the blue lion
which also is a leg of Voltron. You were injured due to the explosion on the
false ship over the planet of Neva. You escaped through a vent but the
explosion was rather close to you. You were sent into the atmosphere were the
gravity forced you unconscious. Our ship rescued you before you hit the planet.
Once on board we treated some of your wounds so you did not die. But we left the
majority that were not life threatening. Once you were brought aboard our ship
the rest of the paladins used the explosion to escape us via wormhole.” Lotor
“This is the information we know. You see Zarkon was not one
to share information with others. He unfortunately did not leave me any
information about Voltron or its paladins. So I must gather the information
myself.” He paused as a druid handed him something small and metallic.
The lump in Lance’s throat was growing bigger. He wanted to
go home. He was scared. Terrified. But somewhere in the back of his mind which
was flooded with terror rose something else. He remembered he protected the
team. They were fine and were going to live for another day. Something in Lance
clicked in place like a gear in his body was replaced with something stronger.
It didn’t matter. What happened to him didn’t matter. He must do everything he
can to keep everyone safe. His emotions became steel and the breath that had been
coming too quickly slowed. The fear was still there but that was natural the
rest was made of unmoving steel.
Lance looked at Lotor his eyes narrowing and smirk plastered
all over his face. He was not afraid.
“Why don’t you just get started then? Quit the chatter.”
Lotor paused and blinked momentarily surprised. But then his
smile grew across his face.
“Oh. I will have fun breaking you.”
So quick. Lance didn’t even register as Lotor took the small
metal object and shoved it through Lance’s hand. Lance screamed.