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Lance glared at Sendak from behind his mask and tried his level best to keep his temper in check. The absolute idiot had lost their whole battalion to three measly Lions of Voltron. Yeah yeah sure, he should just be thankful he made it out alive… but his companions ruined that. Being dead would literally be better than the annoyance he now had to face. Sendak was an abusive ass but Haxus was just not worth the hot air he spewed. Lance was a damn Druid, he shit more quintessence than Haxus would ever see. But did that idiot give him proper respect? Of course not.
“Apprentice come here!” the idiot snapped.
Lance gritted his teeth and stalked forward silently. Oh if he could talk he would probably be telling Haxus where he could shove his attitude. Probably be killed for it, but worth it. He would have quite literally given his left liver to have Merla there with him. He turned another glare to the Subcommander, the mask over his face protecting his expressions. His whole battleship was burning somewhere on the forsaken planet, he was low on quintessence from teleporting them out of the ship. The few droids they had were all half broken and sparking. Lance was not in the mood for more stupidity.
“Clear our way.” Haxus ordered.
The snarl under Lance's mask would have made any proper Galra proud. The Subcommander would order Lance to waste energy on clearing some measly plants out of the way? He could easily think of a dozen better uses for his quintessence. He cocked his head to one side and debated for a tick. Pissing Haxus off wouldn't be worth Haggar lashing out at him no matter how good it would feel in the moment. He just needed to keep his head down long enough to survive the mission so he could return to his training. Once he was a proper Druid Master he could grind Haxus beneath his heel with no repercussions. The thought pulled a slight smile to Lance's face as he sent a bolt of quintessence to kill all the plants in their path.
Then he promptly lost his mind when Haxus stepped onto the still charged ground. The live quintessence left behind latched onto the idiot's leg and gave him a nasty shock. If only Merla and Matt were here to see this! Lance cackled silently behind his mask. The idiot whirled around and snarled, taking a step forward. Haxus bared his teeth at Lance's mask and he had to hold in more silent laughter. Despite the damn thing muzzling him his shaking shoulders would still be visible.
As if he could ever be a threat to him. Really, as if anything on this void-forsaken planet was. If he wanted to, Lance could wipe Haxus off the face of this galaxy with no one to carry on his story. A Druid fresh from the void could take Haxus down. He reached a single hand for the Subcommander, purple energy crackling around his fingertips. By threatening a Druid Haxus disrespected Haggar, she wouldn't mind if Lance taught him a lesson. His mistress was good like that.
A second snarl halted Lance's hand a breath away from Haxus’ rapidly paleing face. While the subcommander would be an easy job Sendak would be harder, and Haggar liked him. Maybe if Lance got the drop on the commander. If the three Lions could distract him just long enough Lance could shoot him down from behind. If He could get rid of the two Galra left on the planet and vanish into the stars then he could hunt down Merla and Matt. They could find a nice planet somewhere far beyond the Galras reaches to lay low. Matt always praised his home planet, maybe they could even go there.
At least one of them would be home with their families.
All Lance's hopeful dreams didn't amount for much if he couldn't get rid of the two Galra. Sendak always kept a close eye on him, whether from mistrust or on Haggar's orders. Now he wouldn't even let him kill the idiot, when he was perfectly justified to. Lance just pulled away with a pout they couldn’t see and followed them as ordered. Even if it meant he was down wind and they smelled like burnt hair. Maybe he had been a bit slow pulling them out of the explosion, no one could ever prove it. He needed to plan, to think. If he wanted to escape he needed to time things perfectly and hope for the best.
It wasn't as if Lance could stroll up to the Lions and just hope for the best. ‘Hey I know I’m a Druid and known for being evil but I promise I’m not a danger to you. If you guys could just kill these idiots I would gladly be out of your hair and be gone.’ He didn’t exactly see that going well for his continued health and survival. Especially if the form he was peering at was who Lance actually thought it was. He couldn't be sure through the leaves, but he was catching traces of Haggar's magic drifting his way.
The Champion then.
If it really was the Champion guarding the castle he could just leave the commanders to him and split. A Druid would probably be the first person the Champion would go after. He had seen him fight- witnessed the animalistic destruction the human was capable of up close and personal. He had no intention of getting in his way. But if the commanders managed to defeat the Champion and contact Haggar to tell her that Lance ran away he would be screwed. He drove his teeth into his tongue. He really needed a better plan than skating by on the seat of his cloak. If the two idiots would stop staring at him so he could actually think it would be appreciated.
Lance nearly swallowed his tongue when his brain caught up to him. The two were staring at him. What did he miss, was it important? Oh he was so quiznacked. Lance slowly turned to the Galra and nodded once. He thanked the Void for his hooded cloak and mask covering his panic. The Galra grinned at whatever he had just agreed to. Lance really really really wished he had been paying attention. Especially at Sendak's next words.
“Good. You will take the Champion while Haxus creates a distraction and I do the rest.”
Even as he teleported away Lance's mind spiraled into a mantra of oh shit oh shit oh shit ohshitohshit. I'm dead. So very dead. Sorry Mama Lance won't be home to dinner because I’m dead. Any rough plan he had been able to create flew straight out his brain as he folded himself into the space between realms.
He was utterly and irrevocably fucked.