Lance was given knew clothes which where my much due to basically everyone in armor on the ship, but it was better than his prison clothes he had before. He had a black long sleeve that would be the under armor. Alone with the black pants as well. He was given a pair of combat boots too but felt awkward in the outfit as he tugged at the collar walking with Lotor.

"Are you alright?" Lotor noticed him fidgeting.

"I'm fine, I just wish I had my jacket, I feel bare," Lance stopped pulling and walked running a hand through his hair.

"I can get you other clothes if you prefer something else," Lotor smiled gently.

Lance shrugged and kept walking. What he and Lotor were, he doesn't even know, the situation sucked a shit ton, captured by the galra but technically not a prisoner to the prince, healing from whip lashes on his back, taken from his friends... But Lotor wasn't like other galra, he didn't treat Lance like dirt, didn't make him fight in the gladiator, he was defiantly not zarkon. Barely even looked like him.

"My generals might accompany us later if that's alright? I still have to run the empire but I have less trust now to my staff," Lotor narrowed his eyes a little.

"Sorry about that," Lance ignored the feeling on his back.

"Why do you apologize?"

"It's kinda my fault, Your not upset about it?" Lance asked confused.

"It's something stupid to be upset about, you did not make them untrustworthy, you proved it to me, I should thank you instead," Lotor explained and Lance looked away.

"On your team, you are doubtful for your thoughts? So you apologize?" Lotor looked at Lance even if his head was turned to the ground.

"I'm not the most important one, usually if I do anything disapproving I just sort of apologize, I'm trying to get better," Lance shrugged and walked forward faster. Why was he talking to Lotor like one of his friend?

"But you did nothing of the sort, nothing wrong, Hagar was the one that disobeyed, I can't stand that bitch sometimes," Lotor scoffed putting a hand on his hip. Lance smiled a little trying not to laugh.

"I didn't know the galra had such language," Lance teased.

"It's not a professional insult I admit, keep it between you and I," Lotor clapping his hand over his wrist behind his back.

"Deal, but I agree," Lance laughed lightly.

"Lotor Lotor Lotor!" A pink girl ran up with a giant smile.

"So we did what you asked and Narti and... Who's this?" The galra hybrid girl looked at Lance.

"This is the paladin, Lance," Lotor told her calmly and Lance smiled at her.

"Wait as in the blue paladin Lance? You pilot the big kitties!" She gasped and lances smile faltered just a little bit shook it off quickly.

"Not in a while I guess," he shrugged.

"Lance this is one of my generals Ezor, Ezor... What are you doing?" Lotor asked her flatly.

"Well I know you said hacking was no longer needed but Narti got it and yea that's all I got, I don't think it's all to interesting but you still needed to know," Ezor explained quickly.

"And I didn't know you got one of the Paladins as a pet? Your adorable by the way," Ezor winked at him.

"Your pretty cute too, that colors really working for you," Lance smirked back.

"Oh I like him,"

"Ezor..."

"Sorry!"

"I told you hacking into their security was no longer necessary, I no longer need that information," Lotor told her and Ezor put her hands up.

"I'm just the messenger, ever heard of don't kill the messenger?" She put her hands on her hips smirking at the prince.

"Plus... I'm bored Lotor, don't we got any missions?" She whined hanging on Lance a little bit noticing him flinch in pain, as she stuck her bottom lips out looking at Lotor while Lance snickered.

"Yea Lotor," Lance backed her up and Ezor smiled victoriously giving lance a squeeze in joy.

"Fine, Planet Z 9-437 then, you know what to do," Lotor looked away and Ezor got off Lance and saw he hissed in pain a little.

"You okay cutie?" Ezor asked.

"Yea I'm fine," he rubbed his shoulder a little and Lotor looked at Lance with concern. Ezor nodded and left as Lotor placed a hand on his shoulder gently.

"So you have a female general?" Lance cut Lotor off before a word could escape his pale lips.

"All of my generals are, is that a problem?" Lotor asked but didn't seem too offended.

"No, we do have Allura though so I understand, and Pidge," Lance shrugged. "I think it's cool you have all female generals,"

"Allura? Princess of altea?" Lotor raised an eye brow.

"You know her?"

"I know of her,"

"How?"

"She's older than me, I only know of her, my father and her father where close friends once, even with my mother," Lotor explained.

"Alfor and zarkon where friends?" Lance asked in shock.

"My father was the black paladin, alfor was his right hand man, the red paladin, where you not told the origin of the first Voltron Paladins?" Lotor asked curiously as he cocked his head to the side.

"No, Allura or Coran never told us, we found out zarkon was the black paladin recently, we knew but not how it all went down back then," Lance talked as he used his hands to exaggerate, he used his whole body to talk almost as Lotor kept his own body closed off with his hands together at all times.

"Well it's almost a romance, how my mother met my father, back when the universe was at peace and how my father was once a kind man to a woman he loved, how a team of friends became a family, then to Paladins," Lotor trailed off as Lance listened walking side by side with the galra.