Ace Pilot

“There are Galra on this planet! I’ll get you out of here fast, you just have to trust me!”

Masahiko had been preparing for his shift when the other burst into his “dressing room”, as such. He’d finished doing his stretches, golden silk-like material clinging to his hips and wrapped around his chest; he was just making sure everything looked okay. 

The other was certainly… odd. They looked rather weird, not that he judged, and those mannerisms… Maybe it was a private client? He… really wasn’t sure how to react. Besides, Ukiyo usually told him if he had one, so he was never just put in a situation like this. 

“Well… I…” He stuttered, stumbling over his words. Should he play into the fantasy he was going for? Better than nothing, he supposed, even if the fantasy itself was weird. Maybe it was some sort of slave/saviour kink…

“I’m afraid if I leave now, that my absence would certainly be noticed far too quickly,” He began, fake tears gathering in the corners of his eyes and tracing a glittering trail down his cheek, his expression helpless and submissive, “It will have to be after my dance, my hero…”

     “ There’s no time to waste! ”

     Fortunately, the halls were void of the enemy - he’d heard in passing that they’d all gone to enjoy the show and would even have some fun after hours, although he didn’t want to know what that entailed. Something didn’t sit right with him about this place, but he couldn’t put his finger on it, and wasn’t about to wait around long enough to find out.

     Leaving now would be their best option - he reached for the scantily clad alien once the fake tears ran down his cheeks. Maybe it would take some convincing, but the sooner they got to the red lion and were on their way, the better.

     “ I’ll have you off this planet and back on planet Arus within the hour, but you need to trust me and we need to go now! ”

The gorgeous man frowned - Zarkon had been defeated, correct? Of course they still had a bit of work before they’d be safer and had completely stopped the Galra Empire, but at least Zarkon had been defeated. 

And what did he mean “look at those ears of yours”!?

     “ Last time we faced Lotor we sent him running for his life, I remember that! ” he replied stubbornly, “ but Zarkon is still out there somewhere, prowling around for a way to kidnap the princess and take Arus for himself! ”

So he’d ask Lance how instead.

     “ I don’t know - the real Coran would have scolded me by now for wastin’ my time while Zarkon is on the prowl. ”

     “ Alright, then, prove it! ”