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Lance McClain didn't exist. At least not truly, he was just a mask. A character Lance created for solo missions from the Blade of Marmora.
He hadn't expected to run into one of his past teachers on said mission, nor get trapped in a tiny, single person pod hurtling through space headed for a strange planet untouched by the Galran interlopers with another species. He especially didn't expect to be taken as another 'human' prisoner by the bulky man in the pod with him. But Lance was a planner, since birth - strategizing had been instilled in him by his older sister and uncle, then it was honed by the Blade of Marmora - so he rolled with it.
He didn't know what would happen after they crashed, but it was certainly not being manhandled to the ground and then strapped to a table. He really didn't expect a pale boy with purple eyes and a strange haircut to bust in.