"You look good in black." Lance allowed his eyes to rake over the Galran male in front of him. The tight uniform left little to the imagination.

As if Lance hadn't seen everything already.

"Thanks though I think it needs a bit more red." Keith replied with a soft smile, tugging lightly at the cuff around his wrist, tightening the gloved. So far, no part of their skin showed besides their heads.

"You think everything needs a bit more red." Lance teased, picking up a helmet, holding it under his arm. Keith frowned. "Not true. My room needs a bit more black."

"Keith. Your whole room is pitch black."

"So?" The male crossed his arms.

"I don't know, maybe add some purple or something?" Lance rolled his eyes, pulling the helmet on over his head. "Just add a splash of color. Make it pop!" He added, pulling the visor down. If Keith hadn't watched him get dressed, he would've assumed a Galra soldier stood in front of him.

"How about I pop you in the head." Keith growled, pulling the helmet on his own head after tucking his ears in, learning the hard way that it would hurt like hell if he didn't.

"Are you ready?" The Galran asked, closing his visor. His comrade nodded and the two left their hiding spot in the small supply closet. They held their weapons at their sides, walking with a purposeful gait like they belonged right where they were.

Everything was going smooth until the alarm sounded.

They shared a look, a quick glance that spoke a thousand words.

Lance hurried ahead, heading towards the control room to finish their mission. Keith turned and ran back, going to check on the commotion. The distraction was welcomed but whatever it was, something wasn't adding up. Something felt wrong.

Lance hurried around multiple corners, his eyes falling on the door that lead to the control room.

He zipped in, running along towards the console in the center of the room. The plan flashed through his mind and he quickly went into action, installing the virus after downloading his personal data that he was here for.

Everything was going great.

Until he heard the door open behind him.

His reaction was too slow. He hesitated a second too much and he only had enough time to catch sight of a bulky figure before he was struck in the head, his vision going black.

The figure stared at what he assumed was a Galra soldier, his attention turning to the console. He connected to the database and sent every bit of information back to the ship, groaning to himself.

"Come on!" He whined.

"Wait! There's some type of virus!" His comrade called over the com built into his helmet. "What? Can you fix it?"

"No! It's a voice command. It's overriding my computer! Everything is frozen! Control alt delete isn't even working!!"

"What do I do?!" The figure asked hurriedly, clutching his head.

"Do you see any Galra around? Someone with the authority to take off this virus?"

"Well there's this one guy I knocked out but he's just a foot soldier."

"It's better than nothing. The others aren't gonna like this but the virus is spreading. Soon the whole ship will be overridden. I'm disconnecting this area from the rest so it doesn't spread but it's already in the control room. We won't be able to move with this virus."

"I don't like this." The figure groaned, scooping up Lance with ease and started to run towards the hall, heading back the way he came looking for an exit.

Keith stood out in the open, shooting poorly at a ship that flew overhead. Whenever he could, he would sneak a shot, taking out the enemy around him. Figures dropped from the ship, attacking as soon as they fell upon the Galra.

Aliens dressed in black and grey with cloaks and swords.

The Blade of Malmora.

Keith hadn't seen them since his mom passed. They attacked like rabid Weblums, each taking out half a dozen in the first few seconds.

Their ship sent projectiles raining down on the Galra base, taking out fighter jets and basically annihilating everything.

Keith snuck a look at his forearm, the only thing setting the two Intruders apart from the enemy. A small barely noticeable watch clung to his wrist, showing him the exact position of Lance.

He frowned. Lance shouldve headed back to the ship. Why was he going in the opposite direction?

Keith immediately abandoned the fight, rushing to check up on the male he cared for. He ran and ran, turning corners drastically and growling as he got closer. He could now smell Lance.

Along with a different scent that stuck out from the Galra.

Keith bursted out of the Galra base and his heart sank. A single stealth ship sat docked, a large bulky figure was walking into it, a Galra soldier tossed over his shoulder.

Lance.

Keith growled loudly catching the figures attention. Keith was all the way across the docking zone. Even running at full speed, the figure quickly sealed the ship and took lift.

Keith was too late.

But he didn't stop. He reached for his belt, taking a disc and throwing it like a frisbee at the ship. It made contact and stuck fast, clinging tightly as the ship suddenly blasted away, leaving the Galra with a aching heart.

When Lance woke up, he was glad the helmet covered his face. He stayed still, taking in his surroundings.

His hands were bound along with his feet. He was also being carried by the same figure that knocked him out. He was in a place that was so unfamiliar yet he couldn't help but feel like he knew this place.

"Here you go. One Galra." The figure dropped Lance on a bed of metal. Lance couldn't help but groan from the pain in his head.

"Oh good, you're awake."

Lance jerked at the familiar voice, looking up. He only saw more people. Dressed the same as the figure that carried him. They all wore the same armour and the same helmets.

Lance stayed silent, thinking everything over.

"Well, he doesn't speak much. That may be a bit of a problem." The second figure tilted his head. "The virus. How do we disarm it?"

"Where would the fun in that be?" Lance chuckled, sitting up and keeping his gaze on the one with the familiar voice.

"There won't be any fun if you don't tell us. How about I return the favor of what your empire did to my friend and I remove your arm?" The figure growled, his posture tense while Lance was as relaxed as a sheet of silk in the breeze.

"Sounds fun. Only one problem. My people did no such thing to your friend." Lance shrugged. "I'm no Galra. And that virus was meant for the empire. Not whoever you rebels are." He spoke simply.

"Your not a Galra?" The figure now seemed to be in shock.

"Nope. But one is coming." Lance couldn't keep the amusement out of his voice. "And he's not at all happy."

The lights flickered before the power left the ship, leaving them in darkness.

"Ah Quiznak."