good luck my friends

He laid on the bed and stared at the ceiling. It was pristine and white, and the lights were too bright. It was nothing like the Galra ships he had grown used to, and he almost struggled to look at it too long. 

Thace sighed as he turned away. He had recovered for the most part, but the exhaustion was still heavy in every muscle. But he was alive. That was more than he expected. 

The moment he took that blaster to the chest, he thought he was a dead man. He still cursed himself for getting sloppy. He should have been more careful because now that his cover was blown, he was useless. 

"Yeah I'm gonna need like.... 10 bombs or so. Just in case. Those keep in a closet, right?"

You could just about see the perfect 90 degree angles in Thace’s stance. It seemed like everybody stood that way in the Hub. Belost saw that plenty with Sendak when he was onboard his fleet but he’d always assumed it was a hardass thing rather than a rank thing. But from the look on Thace’s face… maybe he wasn’t wrong.

He stepped in fully and looked over at Thace. “Not sure how much the commander told you about the mission. He wanted me to deal with this rebellion that sprang up on Fo’Gosh IV. Want the short version or the long version?”

Thace turned and headed to the desk set up on the far side of the room. He pressed a couple buttons, the purple interface lighting up at his touch. Several screens appeared, including one that would monitor voice levels. 

Thace had already planted a bug that would encrypt the files and send them straight to the Blade of Marmora. 

Thace narrowed his eyes as he stepped up to Haxus. The urge to slide his luxite blade through the chinks of his armor and kill him then and there was overpowering, but he resisted as he always did. 

The question made more sense to Argyle as he blocked the hit much more quickly than before. The burst of anger and determination running hot in his veins had him more alert and braver.

Brave enough to actually try an offensive hit. He was sure Thace would block it, but he wanted to prove that he was trying, at least.

The corners of his lips raised in a smile before breaking out into a full on grin. 

“Good!” he exclaimed, easily dodging the next blow. 

Argyle’s form was sloppy, and he lacked power, but confidence was half the battle. He couldn’t fight until he believed he could. 

Argyle was quiet as he got back into position, thinking. He soon looked at Thace, back straighter and a fire burning in his eyes.

“Because I care. My father taught me that Galra are not meant to be soft. We aren’t allowed to be kind, or to feel compassion, or help others. I don’t believe in that. I can’t. I- I respect life. And Zarkon doesn’t.”

A smile curled his lips, and he nodded. Every Blade had their own reason to be here, and knowing that reason was imperative to their mission. 

“Good. Never forget that. Now block me.”

taken prisoner meme // accepting

He timed his steps with the sentries, easily slipping passed them and down into the dungeons. He was off duty, but he had to be quick. Prorok could call on him at any moment, and the last place he wanted to be was caught talking to the prisoner. 

Thace ducked behind a corner, waiting until the guards passed by. Then he ducked down and pushed open the small slit in the door where food could be passed through. He peered in and searched for the prisoner.