season 4′s release date is october 13
Hey guys, I know I said it would come out today, and I tried. I’ve been gone for work from 8 this morning and I’m still not home yet. A full 12 hours shift, and I still won’t be able to crawl into bed for another two hours. I’m exhausted, and I tried to finish this chapter of the best I could, but I just can’t.
I’m too tired.
So, to last you until tomorrow- hopefully, here is a sneak peek!
When Lance woke up, the first thing he could feel was the sense of dangling. He was floating, his wrists cuffed above his head as his feet hung aimlessly below him. He was chained to some wall, abandoned in a silent room.
He groaned at the pain coming from his side and croaked out, “H-Hello?” He was alone, trapped in some cell. Panic enveloped him and he tugged on the chains.
Blood was dried along the side of his face and neck, most likely from a heavy gash along his skull.
It was a struggle to remember how he ended up here, only recalling waking up this morning with Keith beside him.
“Ah, you’re awake,” A voice spoke from the darkness. Jumping at the sound, Lance inhaled sharply.
“Who’s there?”
“Calm yourself, Blue Champion,” A coeihn emerged from the corner of the room, their arms crossed and smile wicked. Lance recognizes him instantly.
“R…Rashra?”
“Greetings,” he bows ever so slightly, almost mockingly.
“You… speak English?” Lance blinked blearily. “Wha- how?” he is looking around, unable to remember much. He woke up, then…. Guards. Guards took him to the fight. He fought Rashra. Did he lose?
“What happened? Where are we?” he croaked out. He scanned the room, feeling that it seemed kind of familiar.
“Aboard a Galra ship,” Rashra leans against the wall casually, looking at his nails. “Did you know you have quite a price on top of your head? Would make any person rich for the rest of their lives,”
“Galra? How did we end up-?”
“They came to pick you up,” Rashra smiles, rather enjoying Lance’s dumbfounded confusion. “I told them you were within the city.”
“…H-How are you involved with the Galra?” Lance shakes his head, not understanding.
“I wasn’t involved with them at first,” Rashra tells him, “But they knew my employers.”
Lance’s head is too fuzzy for all these confusing reveals and leadless words, “I don’t- what the hell is going on, Rashra? Where is Keith?!”
“Impatient,” the Coeihn frowns, “You should be grateful I’m the one in here and not the Traveks. They wouldn’t be as calm as I am. You would most likely already be dead- though I’m considering the idea.” he pushes up Lance’s glasses for him, smiling, “But I need you alive.”
lycorogue
