The guards yanked Pidge forward despite her struggling. Her feet skidded against the floor, but the soldiers’ grips were iron.
“Let go of me!” she snapped, her voice sharp with fury. Her bayard cuff sparked faintly against the restraints, but the enemy tech suppressed it.
“Don’t you touch her!” Lance’s roar shook the cell. He threw himself against his binds so hard that the metal screeched, his arms straining as if sheer willpower might tear them apart. His face was twisted with rage, eyes burning like blue fire.
Hunk shouted in protest, his usually soft voice breaking with anger. Keith jerked against his cuffs violently, his teeth clenched, muscles straining. Even Shiro, usually composed under any threat, looked like a storm contained, his voice dropping into that terrifying leader’s growl.
“All of you—stop!” one of the guards barked, but it was clear they were rattled. Even restrained, the Paladins radiated fury.
Pidge shot one last look back at them as she was dragged out the door, her glasses catching the flickering light. She didn’t cry out, didn’t beg—they’d see only her defiance. But the sight tore at the team’s hearts.
The heavy door slammed shut, cutting her off from their desperate shouts.
The screen panned away, following Pidge as she was forced down the cold, metallic corridors. The guards dragged her roughly until they reached a massive reinforced door—the quarters of the general behind this entire operation.
The door slid open with a hiss.
The guards shoved her inside. The room was vast, draped in banners of conquest, with a faint hum of advanced tech woven into its walls. At the center, standing tall with an aura of authority and menace, was the general: you.
The guards threw Pidge to her knees before you.
“She’s the one they’re so protective of,” one sneered. “The small one. The weak link.”
Pidge’s head snapped up at that, her glare piercing. Even in chains, her spirit was unbroken.
From the cell far behind, the voices of her team still echoed faintly, hoarse and furious as they struggled to break free. And if there was one thing the general knew, it was this: by taking Pidge, they had set fire to the wrath of Voltron itself.