Now or never. That's the kind of person he was. A quick thinking, get the job done sort of person. That's why Keith hated these sort of missions. They were tedious, uncomfortable, and sometimes ended up serving no greater purpose in the long run. But someone had to do this infiltration mission and being that the Blade of Marmora's forces had been stretched thin, they had no choice but to send their most juvenile agent.

From the outside, he was galra. Light, purple skin, with markings adorning his cheeks. His head was covered in dark hair, almost black; but in the light, it was quite obviously a deep plum shade. His violet eyes were offset by yellow sclera. But despite his appearance, he was a halfbreed runt, smaller than most galra in stature and more quick to temper than his fellow marmora members.

Since he was a small cub, he had, and still was, working long and hard to prove himself. Sure, this mission opportunity was a massive display of trust. That didn't mean he had to like it. He had been aboard this galra ship for a considerable number of movements and had began to get restless. This vessel seemingly had nothing to offer that they didn't already have. But there was a reason he was sent here, right?

Today it seemed like he might actually be able to find out. The higher ranking officers on the ship had seemingly disappeared, locked away in meetings or whispering secretively with one another. Normally he wouldn't have bat an eye at this sort of thing. The really suspicious part was that security seemed spread incredibly thin. With the exception of an officer here or there, it had been mostly sentries. Even still, there weren't many of those.

This wasn't one of those heavily guarded ships. It didn't need to be. They didn't generally transport prisoners or classified cargo. It was mostly just parts for other things like technology or weaponry. Even for a minimum security vessel like this one, there still should have been sentires on patrol in every hall.

Keith rounded each corner, only seeing sentires in a couple of halls. Whether something weird was going on or not, he didn't care. This was the perfect time to strike and get the data that Regris had asked of him. Movements of sitting around on this ship and he'd finally be able to get off of it.

The young galra entered the control room, checking all directions to ensure no one had spotted him entering. Once he got up to the panel, he pulled out the device Regris had given him to store data. Hacking wasn't his forte, but the other marmora member had made it simple with the little gadget.

Keith inserted it into the system's drive, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for each file to upload onto it. He felt it had been an eternity before the process was finally completed and with a sigh of relief, finally was able to exit the control room.

He headed down the hallway quickly, eager to begin planning a smooth escape route. If he was too sloppy about it he risked either getting captured, or the possibility of being identified and placed in the system, making him unable to do these sort of assignments anymore. Although, the latter didn't sound too bad to him.

Seeing a couple of officers ahead of him, Keith lessened his pace, not wanting to draw any suspicion to himself. As he passed, he could hear them talking, their tones hushed and eyes darting about to ensure the wrong people didn't hear them. "-Yeah in sector C!" He heard one of them quietly exclaim.

Sector C? That was the lower level of the vessel. To his knowledge, not much was down there except some storage and a few empty rooms. So what could they have possibly been keeping down there? His brow arched as he fought a small, internal war as to whether he should continue on with his escape or investigate.

Curiosity ultimately won out, but at least he could say he put up a good enough mental fight. If it was some really good intel, then maybe they wouldn't be so upset with him for going against the direct instructions of the mission. The last thing he needed after this snooze fest was a long lecture.

Keith continued on his path, feather-footed and cautious. Despite the lack of officers, he felt uneasy. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, almost as if his body had been telling him there was something in this direction.

Every sentry he passed was not given a second glance. He didn't linger in one area for too long. It was as if he had been pulled forward by something; an energy, beckoning him- no, demanding him to come their way. A pit settled in his stomach, discomfort crashing in waves.

When he finally approached a door with four guards standing outside of it, he knew that the source of this feeling had to be coming from within. But what was it? Why did it need to be so heavily guarded? It was strange for a prisoner to require one guard, let alone four. But Keith knew he had to get in there. This feeling would not subside until he did.

Violet eyes shot about the hall as he continued walking. He was searching for some way in without having to go through those guards. Keith knew beyond a doubt that he could do it, but taking out those guards would only mean more would come.

His gaze locked onto a grate in the ceiling, most likely linked to the ventilation system. It was perfect. Knocking out a grate in the middle of the hall in front of a number of guards, however, was not perfect. Keith would have to slip into an empty room if he wanted to pull this off. Even then, it was still a gamble.

Not every room was guaranteed to have a vent in it. If the cell he was aiming to get into didn't have one, then the entire plan was thrown out the window. He would simply cut his losses and leave before he got himself into trouble. At least, that's what the rational side of his brain told him to do.

Keith slipped into a few different rooms before he finally found one with a grate. He made quick work of taking it apart, hoisting himself inside, and heading to where he needed to go. Sure, he had a general idea of where he was headed; but it was more the instinct and the pulling feeling in his gut that pushed him onward.

Each move forward only caused that feeling in his stomach to tighten. Feelings of anxiety, loss, pain; all were present and all felt like his own feelings. But they weren't. These were things that he hadn't experienced since childhood. So why now?

Now hovering over a grate, those feelings seemed to reach their peak. They were so intense he could swear his heart would pound right out of his chest. He pressed through the heavy emotion and kicked in the grate, a feeling of satisfaction running over him as it clamoured against the floor below.

Dropping himself into the room, it was as if all of the feeling from before had washed away. Now, with his head straight, Keith began to search around the room. It was dark, the only light provided being a thin, illuminating stripe along the four walls. Even still, his eyes were quick to adjust and he was able to take in the room in moments.

Barren was the only way to describe it. There was no furnishing as a far as the eye could see; though this was standard for prison cells. This made it easy for him to spot the only other being in the room.

A small mass lay upon the floor. Long strands of auburn hair strewn about in a mass of waves. Keith leaned down, brushing hair out of the other's face. His eyes grew wide in both shock and confusion. A girl. But not just any girl. She looked like a primitive, save for a set of pointed ears and lilac markings beneath her eyes. She was so still he had to wonder if she was even breathing.

He lowered his head to her chest, trying to listen for any sign of life. That's when a small gasp sounded in his ears. Keith's head shot up, his violet eyes now staring at a large set of gold ones with fuschia pupils in the center. Her mouth opened wide, as if she were about to let out a loud wail.

Keith acted quickly, his hand clamping over her mouth as he shushed her gently. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I swear. I'm here to help you." Her expression quickly shifted from one of shock and fear to anger. Keith felt a sharp pain in his fingers as her teeth clamped down onto his hand. He quickly retracted, exhaling a quiet yelp.

"What the-!"

"Don't touch me!" She spat, now trying to scoot her body as far away from him as possible.

"Okay, okay! Just keep your voice down." He whisper yelled. She gave a defiant nod, her lips pressing into a tight line. "Why are they keeping you here?" He asked. It didn't make any sense. She didn't look like a rebel and he certainly didn't recognize her species, with the exception of her looking reminiscent of a human.

"I don't know! Nobody will tell me!" She returned his whisper-yell tone, but that didn't stop him from peeping over his shoulder to make sure nobody would come bursting through the door. This didn't make any sense. A strange girl, held under maximum watch, and she didn't even know why.

He gave her another once over. The prisoner garb displayed minimum skin, but from what he could see, she was covered in a number of bruises and cuts. He couldn't just leave her here. Keith drawled out a sigh, "Alright. We're getting out of here."

"How?" Her brows furrowed in confusion. Keith looked around, then up and pointed to the vent overhead. Her expression remained same. Then she shook her head. "That won't work."

"What? Why?" It was the simplest and quietest means of escape. Anything else would involve a fight.

"I can't walk." She stated matter-of-factly. His mouth hung open, stunned at that little revelation. She shrugged at his surprise. "They stuck me with some sort of drug. Now my legs are all shaky and I just fall over."

"Well, shit." This threw a wrench in his plan. Well, he supposed they would just have to go out guns blazing. That was more his style anyway, Keith stood up, stretched a few crooks out of his joint here and there, and then nodded. "Alright then. Guess we'll have to just blast our way out."