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Lance turned yet another corner and found himself standing on what appeared to be a loading Dock. Large crates were stacked high like a fortress, blocking off a section of the room.
He could hear music of a sort. Being in space must have been making his ears work weirdly. Because he was sure that the Empire outlawed music.
But he could hear music. A steady drummed rhythm that rose and fell like breath.
And alongside it whistles and cheers.
His curiosity got the better of him as he felt around the metal crates, sneaking ever closer to the sound.
Eight galra were sat in a half circle. Penning in another Galra. However, this one was different.
Their fur held a slight curl to it, their ears were rounder at the tips, and their eyes were a more pointed fox-like shape, that was not to mention the dappling of stark white that caught the light around his lips, eyes, and nose, giving the impression of inverted freckles and scarred tears.
They wore grey and red armour that made a faint clicking sound as they moved. Their long tail is banded with engraved gold.
They were dancing.
Perfectly.
Their movements were at the exact same time as the music. Perfectly poised. Each move was so precise and fluid that Lance would almost be convinced it was the only thing this being was made to do.
He felt his breath catch in his throat. Before he spotted a collar of small, white teeth decorating this Galra's neck. One carved into a shape Lance was sure he recognized from somewhere.
And that was when those dark eyes closed, a deep breath was sucked into their lungs, and a blade appeared in their hand.
It spun around in a flash of indigo light and was drawn across the throat of the closest of the surrounding Galra in an instant.
Chaos erupted.
Throats were slashed, blood splashed across metal plate, and screams were cut short.
The dancer lifted slowly up off the chest of the mutilated corpse unfurling from the position they had been left in after plunging their blade into his heart.
They stood slowly, the blooded weapon vanishing in a flash, and the music still played. Their tail twitched. Their shoulder rolled. And they resumed their dance. Mauve blood splattered across their fur, their ear steadily oozing and their armour sporting a new scratch.
They spun, and as the music reached its conclusion, they locked eyes with Lance.
A soft smile of bared fangs, a polite nod and a bow. And Lance found himself praying as he slipped away that he would meet that stranger again.