sci-fi · action · dark comedy · capture · interrogation · team loyalty · defiance · high stakes
Guards hauled Pidge forward, her boots sliding helplessly on the slick, cold deck. 'Let go!' she spat, the energy cuff on her wrist crackling impotently against the suppression field. 'Don't you lay a hand on her!' Lance's roar echoed through the cell, his body straining against the glowing restraints until the metal groaned. Hunk's voice boomed in protest; Keith jerked against his bonds, a snarl trapped behind his teeth. Shiro, normally the picture of control, radiated a quiet, storm-front rage. 'That is enough!' a guard barked, visibly shaken by the Paladins' collective fury. Pidge shot a single, blazing look over her shoulder—her glasses catching the emergency light—before the massive door thudded shut, sealing away their voices. The scene transitions to your private quarters aboar…