Broken

She hadn't expected this, never even thought about it. Being caught by the Galra was never really on her bucket list but there she was. Cole Autherium, blue paladin of Voltron, being escorted down a long hall with her hands tied behind her back, surrounded by soldiers. She knew she could easily kick one of these dumb drones but what would be the point? There were at least six of them and one of her, and let's face it, she wasn't as skilled as Astrid. It was an idiotic idea. She'd need to think of something else. She could sense her lion, Blue was close by. The robo cat was in a docking hangar a level or two down. If she could just find a way to get there she could-

"Ow! Hey, watch it!" Cole shouted angrily. For someone who wished for nothing but freedom, being shoved into a cell was not her idea of a good day. She was forced to her knees and the bar door was slammed shut and locked behind her. She turned her head to watch the metal covered minions leave to retrieve more orders from who she assumed was either Haggar or Sendak. Zarkon was too high up on the ranks to be in a dump such as this. Cole scowled at the cell bars as if her gaze could melt away the metal. It didn't work. She sat there, trying to calm herself down and think. Her brown eyes closed and she took in her bodies conditions. Her back, arms, and shoulders were growing sore by the second do to the alien cuffs restraining her. Her legs hurt from being forced to the ground. Her stomach was queasy because she still didn't have a way out and a headache was forming because of stress. This was all too much. Her eyes fluttered open again. She looked around and things only got worse. Her cell was small and square-like. Resembling the capacity of a McDonald's restroom which everyone new wasn't the biggest in the world. This would suck if Cole was claustrophobic. Oh wait. She is. She tried to think about anything else besides the gloomy metallic silver walls closing in on her. Then she heard a voice.

"You'll never be good enough." Okay so she was pretty sure that voice was in her head. She whipped around anyways, searching for a source. She didn't find one. Yep, definitely in her head. "They've probably already forgotten you." She knew that voice and it wasn't her own. Now she was certain it was Haggar in charge here. This had to be her doing. Manipulation seemed to be her specialty. Cole stood on sore legs and leaned back against the nearest wall, she disliked having her back exposed.

"You can say what you want, I don't care." Cole said aloud because she wasn't going to talk to the strange voice in her head, that was just weird.

"You can't depend on them to save you anymore. They won't come." Said the voice, eerie and a bit annoying. Cole clicked her tongue.

"I don't need them to come save me, I can do it myself! I don't have to rely on anyone." She whispered her last statement. She honestly hated how this evil woman could get her to admit to things so easily. Cole could get out of here. She just needed to think. If only there wasn't some bitches voice echoing through her head. The dark haired girl tried to block her out and think up her escape. If she could get her hands in front of her maybe she could-

"You'll never leave here."

"Oh my god, just shut up." Cole said, already frustrated. She heard Haggar chuckle.

"I'm stuck here dear." Before the blue paladin could even retort she heard heavy footsteps coming nearer. That couldn't be good. In minutes there was a group of soldiers in front of her cell again. She let her head roll back as she released a loud, over exaggerated groan. "Come ooon, give me a break." It had barely been ten minutes since she was placed in the cell. But hey, she was being taken away from this tiny place, that was the only up side. The bar door opened and one of the mindless drones entered, forcefully grabbing her right bicep and leading her out. She clenched her teeth at the unnecessarily tight grip. She was pulled down another long hallway that looked just like the other. Or maybe they were the same. It was hard to tell. They walked for a good five minutes until they stopped at a metal door. Everything in this fucking ship was metal though. One of the soldiers, not busy holding her, punched in a code each button making a loud beeping noise in different pitches before the door slide open and she was taken inside. She was not happy with what she saw. She clenched her fists, back going straight as she stared at what was in front of her. A table, could it even be called that? A slab of metal long enough for her body to rest on was a few feet away from her. There were straps, most likely for her limbs, in certain places and the slab was tilted, not completely vertical but leaning back a few degrees. This could not mean anything good for her. The soldiers pushed her forward and she tried to dig her heels into the ground, shaking her head,