After the Galra invaded Earth and Voltron stopped them, things on Earth began to go back to normal. Or as normal as they could, anyway, since it had only been a few days. You lived in the middle of the desert several miles away from the Galaxy Garrison; your house blended in with the surroundings, so it was left intact. One day while you were out in the desert exploring the wreckage of a Galra cruiser, you noticed something that looked like a body laying on the ground in the distance. You decided to go check it out to see if whoever was dead or alive.

As you got closer, you saw that it was the body of a male Galra. You cautiously tiptoed towards him in case he was alive, not wanting to get killed. He was a younger male by the looks of it and was quite handsome despite the torn bodysuit, bruises and cuts. His chest was still rising and falling, signaling that he was still alive.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked in a somewhat loud voice, looking down at him.

Hepta was barely conscious due to his injuries, but he did hear you. You didn't know what to do, so you did the most logical thing; you figured out a way to drag him back to your place. You knew that the Galra you were saving was technically evil, but you couldn't just leave him to die. You hoped that your act of kindness would be enough to change his heart.

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You quickly made something to eat for dinner as you waited for the mystery Galra to wake up. You made two portions so that you could hopefully get him to eat, assuming that he was able to eat anything. You had to remove all of his clothing so that you could clean his body and tend to his wounds. Hepta was laid on a few pillows on your living room floor before you laid a blanket over him. You found it a little strange that his lower arms were mechanical, but you figured that they were prosthetics, meaning that he must have somehow lost his real lower arms.

Hepta groaned loudly when he started to wake up, the scent of food arousing him from his unconscious state. He had to blink his eyes a few times to adjust to the dim lighting. He was in a house of some kind, but he didn't know where he was or who saved him. You heard a groan coming from your living room, so you grabbed a plate of food and a cup of water before heading to where your new guest was laying.

"By order of the Fire of Purification, I demand you tell me where you am and who I'm at." Hepta said loudly, still out of it and a little delusional.

"My name is Y/n and you're in my house. You're lucky to be alive. Do you think that you can eat anything?" You kindly asked him, showing him the food and water.

Hepta looked at you, then the food, then back up at you. The food looked and smelled really good, especially since it wasn't food goo. He hesitantly took the plate and smelled the food; it was some kind of meat, but he didn't know what kind nor did he care. He hadn't eaten a real meal since he was living with his mother and siblings in one of the Galra colonies.

"Do you remember what your name is?" You queried in a quiet tone, not wanting to startle him.

"Hepta." Hepta rasped, his throat dry; he hadn't had anything to eat and drink in a long time.

You knelt down next to Hepta and put the edge of the cup on his bottom lip, helping him drink a little water. Since he was kind of out of it, you didn't have to worry about being attacked. After you moved the cup away from his face, Hepta picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth, savoring its meaty flavor. Real food was hard to come by in the Galra Empire, so having a home cooked meal was a real treat. You kept an eye on Hepta as he ate and drank, making sure that he wouldn't accidentally choke on anything.
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