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"Squad #5, Go!"
You raced ahead, a blaster in your hand. On your left was one of you squad members. He towered above you, gripping a heavier weapon. On your right was your other squad member. She was taller than you, but slightly shorter than the other member. She gripped a long, laser-like weapon.
"(Y/N)," Spoke your squad leader. You turned to look at him, the three of you flattening yourselves against the wall of a white, metal building. "You know what to do. Go through the vents and open the door from the inside. Meanwhile, we will hold back the guards." His voice was gruff and blunt, but you knew on the inside he deeply cared about his teammates.
"Of course, Gresal," You saluted him, about to unlatch the vents, when a hand rested on your shoulder.
"Good luck (Y/N)! Remember, this is only for training. So don't feel bad if you have to call for back up!" Your other squad member smiled, patting your shoulder.
"Thanks Nafeer," You grinned back at her before ducking into the vent you unlatched. The training excercise was supposed to be hard, fighting through several enemies to open the building's door. However, you were a runt.
Although commonly looked down upon in Galra culture your father was a high enough rank to place you in a Galran Military Camp. It was located on Loiyu, a planet where the local Loiyuns were either driven off or eradicated.
You paused above the control room, unhooking the vent panel and setting it out on the ground. You hurried to a red button on the wall with a quiet laugh. Commander Rhicorr wasn't bright enough to place guards inside the building! Maybe that was why he was stuck teaching a bunch of "kits". You pressed the button, rocking back on your heels as the door opened and light fluttered into the building.
"You've passed," Commander Rhicorr stood outside the door. He wasn't at all pleased that your squad had taken a different route, but the objective had been completed.
You strutted out of the building and gave a thumbs up to your teammates. However, Commander Rhicorr blocked your way. "You need to come with me, (Y/N)."
You followed after the commander into the control center. It was unusual for any of you young Galra to be called into it, but curiousity overshadowed the confusion.
The two of you entered a room and you immediately saluted. In front of you stood Commander Sendak, an actual soldier of the Galra Empire.
You were startled when his eyes narrowed, one the usual bright yellow and the other a red, robotic enhancement. "Where is your father?" He hissed, grabbing your arm in his oversized robotic one.
"Wha- dad? What happened to him?" Your fur prickled with unease. Sendak was being so hostile.
"Your father went missing the same time a prisoner escaped. I ask you once more. Where. Is. Your. Traitorous. Father."
"My dad is no traitor!" You exclaimed, tearing yourself from Sendak's grip. "You have no proof it was him, he's loyal to the Empire!"
Sendak's eyes gleamed dangerously. "Let us head to my ship. There I have all the proof you need."
As you unwillingly followed Sendak to his ship you smiled at Gresal and Nafeer.
Little did you know it would be the last time you saw them.
...
Once more, Sendak had asked you where your father was. You refused to believe he was a traitor, and in the end, Sendak labeled you one.
"Since you won't speak," Sendak's words rung in your ear, "You are a traitor too. I will take you to Haggar, but for now..."
You were in the middle of a miniature arena. Your armor had been exchanged for prisoner rags, and you were weaponless. Fellow Galra jeered and booed at you as you stepped back. Suddenly, the ground was shaking. A hole opened up in the arena, and out rose an alien on a platform.
It was an Aracho. They were living metal, a robotic figure with six legs. Though it lacked arms the single eye that sprouted from the middle of its head, on a stalk, fired deadly beams.
It creaked, a red eye locking onto you as it glowed. You jumped out of the way as a beam fired from it. The spot you were in seconds ago was scorched and smoking.
You shuddered, racking your mind for the information you learned during training. You raced under the gigantic, purple alien as it looked in all directions.
It creaked with confusion. That's right, Arachos blind spots were directly under them. You stayed under it as it searched furiously, becoming more and more frustrated.
You spotted a bolt on one its legs and paused momentarily. You had an idea.
You clung onto one of the long, robotic legs. The Aracho was attempting to fire at you, but everytime it turned you were shifted on its leg. You began to pick at the bolt with a claw, using your past expirences with taking apart and reassembling different technology, to your advantage.
A bolt fell off with a pop.
The Aracho stumbled and creaked once more. You felt a beam pass you, dangerously close to your head. You hurried to unscrew the other one. After a few tense ticks the bolt clattered to the ground, and with it, the leg of the Aracho.
It swung wildly, unbalanced, as you dove for the leg. It began to stumble towards you, firing its beam with thankfully horrible accuracy. You pointed its sharp foot up, and drove the leg through the Aracho's middle.
It whirled and creaked wildly, falling sideways. It's legs clawed at the ground in panic as it tried to lift itself.
You panted, stepping back with relief on your features. You were wrenched from your spot without warning, and felt a tight grip on your arms.
Sendak was obviously not pleased you escaped unscathed. You were forced back into your cell, looking at the other prisoners who cowered before you.
This was how you would spend the next couple of Quintents.