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How did Lance get himself into this? He was on a mission, to sabotage a large galra base to render some of their systems offline. And he had gotten caught. Great, now he was being transported to Zarkon. Could this have gone any worse? He heard the ship come to an abrupt stop, they had arrived. He was pushed out by two soldiers and brought through a twist of hallways, and into Zarkon's throne room. Haggar, the witch, was standing next to him as Zarkon glared down at him when he entered. He was pushed to his knees and looked up at Zarkon, glaring back. "Look what the lion dragged in, the Blue Paladin of Voltron. To what do I owe this pleasure?" "Oh go fu-" he was cut off by the back of one of the guards guns, he dropped to the floor as Haggar said, "Do not disrespect the Emperor, brat!" Hissed Haggar as he just stared at her, glaring. "Silence!" Zarkon demanded, then closed his eyes to think, "I know what to do. Give him to Prince-" Oh no, not Lotor- "-Yorak, he will deal with the paladin. Guards." he was dragged out of the throne room and down more hallways while wondering, who the heck is Prince Yorak?
He felt the guards stop and open some doors, and he looked up to see the guards knocking on a door, once they heard a 'come in' they continued dragging him, but not for long, as they turned him around, set him on his knees, and dropped him. "Emperor Zarkon said you get to pick out the Blue Paladin's punishment. "Of course he did, alright, leave him." He looked up, to see another Galra, except he was in different clothes, more 'princley'. And then he looked down at him, and for some reason he felt a shiver go down his spine, his purple eyes and yellow glowing sclera brings a bit of fear to him. "Time to see what the paladins are made of." He said, as he turned around and walked away.