I lay on my back, in my cell, staring at the ceiling. Unlike my cell at the gladiator arena, this one's smaller and has no windows or bars. The metal is even stronger.

It's been a long time since I was last at the gladiator arena. Now all I ever see are the confines of these walls.

With exceptions when Haggar likes to visit and test my newfound abilities. Other then the tests and chores they make me do, these four walls are my 'home'.

Of course I try to escape. And thanks to Haggar's '4% chance experiment' I've managed to escape a few cells. But this cell is specially made with stronger metal then the last few. Can't even put a dent in it.

Well . . . I glanced at the indent on the door.

That hit broke my wrist a while agi. But it was the closest I got to breaking free.

It's not going to stop me though. I don't want to work for Haggar and her precious Zarkon anymore. I just want to get as far away from that witch as I can.

And if Matt can escape, so can I. No way a String Bean can do something I can't.

I just gotta wait until this door opens. They're not going to kill me. At least they'll try not to. Afterall, I'm the 4%. The likelihood they'll get another survivor is low. Even lower since they've been trying to get another prisoner.

They're getting tired of me but they can't do anything about it until they have another specimen. Which they don't.

Haggar's still baffled by it. How I survived; but I told her. I survived just to spite her. I want to be a nuisance to her. To be a handful. I want to make her life hell by staying alive. That's how much I hate her. So of course I wreak havoc every chance I get.

Sure, they can punish me, but there's nothing they can do to me that they haven't already done. And they can't do any risky experiments anymore because I'm the 'lucky' 4%.

We're at a stalemate.

I sighed to myself, debating if I wanted to go into the trance and try to break out again. I could get farther, but I'll need to sleep a lot to recover from using it.

What if they move me in that time and I'll have to start over? There's a lot to think about. But there is something that could prove helpful.

Whispers of Voltron have begun to spread like wildfire through every ship I've been on.

It even passed through Haggar's lips. Apparently they're causing major trouble for them. So I already like them.

A part of me wishes that they'd come in and take down this ship. But the likelihood of that is slim. There are far too many warships for them to coincidentally attack this one.

Maybe they'll defeat Zarkon. Well even if they don't, as long as they kill that witch I'd be satisfied. I haven't met Zarkon personally, and I hear he's a horrible person. The guy conquers and destroys worlds, but Hagger is a thousand times worse in my eyes.

Especially since it's her fault Mari and Ray died. And everyone else too.

The witch likes to toy with my mind. Day after day, pushing my mentality and body to the max. No, she pushes past that and destroys it day after day. But everytime she does I bounce back up, coming out stronger.

She's sure it's because of what she injected me with. That might be a bit true, but I get back up because I won't allow her the satisfaction of dying.

That's just what she wants. I refuse to die. I'm going to live.

Just to spite her.

I felt the muscles in my arms tighten and I lunged off the ground and let out a shout, slamming my fist into the dent, denting it even more. The feral side of me growled in satisfaction.

Of course I had it under wraps. If I were to let it loose, well it's not pretty. And I wouldn't be able to control it.

Just the effects of it made my body different. It looks the same and everything, but it's completely different. I'm . . . not the same.

Not anymore.

I'll make the hag regret it. Giving me this power. I'm going to use it to ruin every one of her little plans. I'll become the thorn in her side.

I wanna drive her insane like she's done with so many others.

Ah look at me. Mari wouldn't approve of my train of thoughts. She didn't like violence and she especially didn't like psychological attacks.

Well, she's not here and I've absolutely had it. Being cooped up in here is making the more feral side of me agitated. It's their fault really. I was perfectly content before.

I think I'm going to attack them when they bring me food. They should be here any moment now. If it's sentries, I'll just tear them up. Guards? Probably the same.

I haven't been let out in a couple days, not even to get tested. I'm supposed to get regular exercise otherwise I tend to lose it.

I paced my small space, eyes never leaving the door. And soon it did open. I immediately pounced at the first body, it being a sentry, and slammed my arm straight through it's metal chest and lunged and the next sentry, jumping up and slamming my foot hard against the head, breaking it.

The guard zapped me with a prod. I grunted a bit but grabbed the prod and pulled him to me, jutting my arm and my elbow smashing straight into his nose.

The satisfying sound of his nose breaking made me smile and I threw him onto the ground.

Before he could get up, I stomped on his face, knocking him unconscious.

I examined the unfamiliar guard. Must be new. He brought the wrong prod. Shrugging I began to run down the halls heading towards the infirmary.

This isn't my first attempt at an escape and I've been to the infirmary plenty of times. I know the layout of the ship well enough that it's not a problem.

However they always catch me either at the infirmary or the hanger.

I quietly ran down the corridor and pressed myself up against the wall, eyeing the infirmary door just around the corner.

That's strange. There's usually a sentry posted outside the door. Solely because of me.

I crept along against the wall and as I neared the door, listened. What the? No one's there? I opened the door and frowned. There's usually at least someone here. There's all sorts of drugs that Haggar stores on this ship. Something's not right, this is too easy. But I don't exactly have the time to go over it.

I'll just have to be careful heading over to the hanger.

I grabbed a bag from the counter and headed towards one of the locked coolers. Ugh. They put in DNA locks this time.

Well there hasn't been a problem I haven't solved without using violence. Especially since I've been with the Galra. I brought my hand back and concentrated. With a shout I slammed my fist to the door, denting it.

Hm. It's tougher than the last ones. I hit it a few more times before it unhinged and swung open lightly. I smirked and stared at the light pink substances through the clear syranges. I threw them in the bag. I filled it as much as I could and grabbed some extra needles for them. Securing the bag tightly on my back, I headed towards the hanger as fast and as quietly as I could.

"Ahg!" I stopped at the sounds of shouting. The familiar sound of metal clashing sounded next. Is there a fight?

I carefully walked towards the noise and peered down the hall. Three sentires and two guards are trying to apprehend a smaller person in a white suit with green accents.

Who is that?

No, it doesn't matter. While everyone's focused on him, I can escape! Heh, thanks.

Just as I was about to head away, one of the sentries smacked the persons helmet straight off and my breath caught in my throat and my heart stopped. No way.

"Matt?" I whispered.

He's recovering from the attack. He can't see or block the attack from one of the sentries. I growled lowly and ran towards them. A guard turned and saw me, but I used him as a springboard and brought my leg down in an axe kick on the sentry about to attack Matt.

It moved to attack me but I smacked its arm down and snatched his sword, swinging it in a wide arc where it cut it down and blocked a blow from another guard.

Something crashed into me and I yelped as a blast went past me. Matt had knocked me out of the way.

Wait a minute, that can't be Matt. Matt's a lot taller. But that's his face. And he has that ridiculous haircut again.

"Look out!" The Matt look-a-like grabbed my arm and pulled me away from another blast.

Clicking my tongue, I threw the sword back, piercing through a sentry. The Matt look-a-like and I looked at each other before going opposite directions and towards the remaining foes.

The guard I went towards began to shoot and I jumped up and to the side, feet hitting the wall and kicked off going upside down before landing behind him. I snatched his prod and thrust it into his side, where his kidney would be, if he were a human.

I don't know Galra anatomy, but I know from experience that it hurts here for them too.

He let out a short scream of pain before hitting the floor like a box of hammers. I yanked his gun off the ground and fired it at the remaining sentries as the Matt look-a-like took out the last guard.

I raised an eyebrow at the defeated guards. Definitely not Matt. He's not good at fighting.

The Matt look-a-like and I looked at each other. Jabbing my thumb behind me, I shrugged. "Hangers that way."

Matt look-a-like smiled lightly and nodded before we headed that way. Is he a rebel? If he is they sure got a wardrobe upgrade.

We didn't really have much time to talk considering the entire ship knows that there's intruders and probably that I'm gone. The Matt look-a-like and I ran into the hanger and saw two, giant, weird looking cat bots. "What the . . ?" I frowned at the strange sight.

What are those? "Pidge! It's about time, we got to go!" A male voice shouted. Huh? I followed the voice to see another human, this one taller with pale skin and his suit has red accents. For some reason he looks oddly familiar. When his eyes fell on me they widened slightly. "Who . . ?"

Pidge shook his head, grabbing my arm. "No time to explain, we gotta go!" He responded in a hurry.

"Wait a second, I'll just steal one of their-wha!" Pidge dragged me quickly across the room and towards the green cat thing. The strange contraption lowered its head and opened its mouth, revealing stairs.

Pidge still had a hold of me and dragged me up to what seems to be the cockpit. He sat down and quickly piloted the weird ship and burst through the hangers doors.

I stared at the disappearing ship in astonishment. I actually did it. I escaped. A part of me was just waiting for the guards to catch me at the hanger.

They always do. But not this time.

"Alright, we made it." The voice of the other human sounded like he was smiling through speakers of sorts.

We did. I couldn't believe it. Three years of being cooped up in cells, and I'm out. For real. But . . .

"Uh, I still have a problem." I told Pidge, pointing at the collar around me neck. It could go off at any time. They can either electrocute me or detonate it. I'm not sure which they'll do, but neither sounds appealing to me.

Pidge looked at it and winced. "Whoops. Sorry, I should've noticed that earlier. Here."

He turned and pulled me lower and began to fiddle with it with a gadget that came from his suit.

Kids got very little sense of personal space. But now now that I'm looking at him more closely, I see that he's got a softer, more feminime face then Matt's. And long eyelashes and thin eyebrows.

I admit that the whole reason I helped him out was solely because I thought he was Matt.

Then just cause he looked a lot like him. I wouldn't have been able to watch him get beaten up because he has a similar face.

"And there we go." He said. The collar came undone and fell to the floor. The typical green light gone.

Wow.

I rubbed my neck, feeling naked without the collar. "I'm Pidge by the way. I'm a Paladin of Voltron."

I blinked once, twice, three times.

"Voltron? You mean the Voltron? Giant weapon? Only thing that can defeat Zarkon?" I questioned him skeptically.

He grinned cheekily and made his cat move faster. I grabbed onto his seat as he showboated a bit.

I never expected to see Voltron. Or another escape. If Mari and Ray could see this.

They'd be so ecstatic that people are fighting back. That there's a chance to defeat Zarkon. They should have been here to see it, not me. I shook my head.

No. Get rid of those thoughts. There's no point in being depressed. Now that the collars off and I've escaped I need to know what to plan next.

A normal person would want to return to Earth. I didn't think much of my life there because I never thought I'd return.

I do have a family, but I can't go back. I'm not the same person I once was.

That, and I want revenge. I want to ruin Haggar's life. I want to continue to be a thorn in her side. Foil her plans. Take down her 'precious' Lord Zarkon.

Maybe I'll join the rebellion. Or even more so Voltron.

I looked over at Pidge again as he continued to fly us towards what looks like a giant, well, futuristic castle.

Hm? Feeling his eyes I looked back at Pidge. Oh! Right. I didn't give him my name. Before I could we flew into an open hanger of the building.

"And I thought the metal cat was huge." I mumbled as Pidge led me out and to the largest hanger I've ever seen.

A large drop of sweat dripped down his forehead. "It's a lion actually." Lion, cat, is there even a difference?

"I'll introduce you to my team, I think you'll like them." Pidge smiled as he led me through the ridiculously large ship. After a bit, we entered what appears to be the control room where six people were.

Three guys shot up from their seats, eyes wide. "Kira?" I blinked, staring at the mostly human crew. My own eyes widening at the sight.

All three are familiar, but I'd recognise my hero anywhere. Wait, if they're- then the kid in red is- "You know Kira, Shiro?" The familiar tall, skinny, guy with darker skin asked the man in a suit that's similar to the others but with black accents.

Shiro looked at him and the other familiar boy with confusion. "Wait, you guys know her too." Of course. I wasn't really close with them, emotionally that is, but we were all Garrison. They looked back at me, still in shock.

"We were in the same class." The skinnier boy admitted.

I sighed a bit at how the situation turned. Never did I expect this. Any fantasy of escape I never imagined encountering anyone from Earth. Honestly I didn't even think I'd see Shiro or Matt again. Let alone kids from my class.

"Hey Lance, Hunk." I greeted half heartedly.

A tense and awkward silence fell over us as everyone processed the information that's been exposed.

My eyes drifted to the other two who look kind of human if not for the markings on their face and their pointy ears. But they, especially the girl, kind of remind me of Haggar for some reason.

Y'know, if she was younger. And that angers me.

"Hello. I am Princess Allura of Altea. And as you have met, these are the Paladins of Voltron. You have nothing to fear any longer." She told me with a warm, yet overbearing confident smile.

So; we got a wannabe player, vomit boy, boy scout, emo angst, and a boy who looks strikingly familiar to Matt. These are the legendary Paladins? The greatest adversaries against Zarkon?

This has got to be a joke.