Shiro walked into to training room to see Keith letting his anger out on the gladiator. Fuming, Keith glared at the ceiling and hissed, "Begin training sequence. Level ten." A gladiator with purple markings dropped from the ceiling.

"End training sequence," Shiro ordered, ignoring Keith's indignant scowl. "Keith, I know you can't take on level ten."

"And you know that I train when I'm irritated."

"You're 22. You're allowed to take a rest, you know."

"Ugh." Keith scoffed. "I'd much rather keep my skills up."

Shiro sighed. There was no arguing with Keith. "At least take a small break and get something to eat." He then smiled. "Hunk made spaghetti."

Spaghetti was one of Keith's favorite foods, along with Pidge, Hunk, and Lance's. Sometimes, they would meet up in the kitchen and have contests for who could make the best pasta. Surprisingly, Pidge usually won. Everybody, even Pidge herself, agreed it was her Italian roots.

"Alright." Keith smiled. "You know I can't resist pasta."

Shiro grinned. "That's the spirit."

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Allura hung Lance's jacket in the Blue paladin's closet. Something rectangular slipped out of the pocket. It was a green birthday card. For Pidge. Allura opened it. She smiled a little. I'll make sure Pidge gets this on her birthday. She thought, pocketing the card.

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Coran scrolled through the maps in his control area. They all seemed to overlap, making it harder to rule out locations. Finally, four Vargas later, he narrowed it down to three possible places. Choosing one at random, he sent it to Pidge who promptly hacked into the database, and sent the files back to him. Coran scrolled through the lists, stopping when he found a list marked "Members and Prisoners". Frowning, Coran opened the file.

Please give password.

Coran and Pidge both couldn't figure it out. "This password is to secure. We'll have to try something else." Pidge concluded.

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Lance opened his eyes. He was in some sort of chamber. Three guards were stationed by the door. Lance swore he could hear screaming nearby. Other than that, the room was empty besides the table Lance was strapped down on.

The door opened, and a young galra woman stepped out. Her black hair was in plaited braids, pinned into a bun. Dark ginger lines shone on her lilac skin, curling up her arms and neck and creeping up her fluffy ears. She was wearing a black tank-top and black leggings, and a mud-brown cloak swept around her white boots. She smiled, but it was cold, her eyes glinting dangerously.

The woman placed her thumb on Lance's forehead and a searing pain spread over Lance's scalp. Lance gritted his teeth to keep from screaming. Something dark blue flashed in the corner of his eye, and the woman yanked her hand back. "Interesting..." She murmured. She then turned to the guards. "Have you run a DNA test?"

One of them nodded. "Yes, Sai."

"I would like to see the results. Take him back to the cell."

An alert went off as another guard plunged a needle in Lance's neck, and he went limp. The guard dragged Lance back to the cell.

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Pidge's fingers flew over the keyboard, hacking into the galra cruiser. She sent it back to Coran, and a few minutes later he sent it back. Password identification. Easy. Or so she thought. After five more hours of trying to hack into it, she gave up. "This password is too secure. We'll have to try something else." She sighed. Oh Lance... I will find you.... I promise. She coughed again, a few more blue petals falling out of her mouth. Even if it kills me.