Snippets: Free Day Thursday (Second, sillier part to follow Friday)
Poll Results: Trespasser Jak
Picking up from HERE, Jak and Daxter have been taken back to Spargus
The drive back to the city was not quiet. Every couple seconds, the kid with the amulet he shouldn't have had was pointing to something else, talking a mile a minute to the fuzzy orange thing. The red rock bluffs fascinated him. The crocadeer on the clifftops fascinated him. The frith-rotted cactus was interesting to this stranger.
Jak started to lean out of the seat again, trying to take in every speck of the horizon.
"Will you stop that?" Damas asked irritably, "You're going to fall out, and I'm not turning this car around to go get you. What are you so entranced by, huh?"
Jak's enthusiasm wasn't dimmed in the slightest. "After they took us to Haven- I thought there was nothing left out there but wasteland!"
"You're in the Wasteland," Damas reminded him.
"Nah."
Jak stood up despite the driver's protests and clung to the turret gun to watch a flock of birds.
"This place isn't wasted. It's alive."
"And you won't be if you don't sit down right now-!"
Damas’s headache only multiplied -- exponentially. once they had actually returned Spargus.
The stranger gawked at everything, sometimes lagging as many as ten behind to look at the most mundane things. Forges. The communication hub/post office. Leapers. A stray chickalope he tried to pick up-!
Getting him into the Gate District garrison building took five minutes longer than it should've, by which time Damas’s patience was almost completely gone. It was all he could do to keep some modicum of professionalism as he herded the boy and the talking spirit thing into a clean, well-lit room for interrogation. He left them with a stern warning to wait there until someone came to figure out who they were.
Then he left to make a very strong pot of coffee. He wasn't going back in there without it.
He quickly decided that needed another kind of drink when he returned ten minutes later only to find Jak, barefoot, sitting on top of the table like a moody teenaged gargoyle. That ratty blue winter tunic was tied around his waist now, and the loose scarf and oversized undershirt didn't quite cover a surprising amount of scars for someone his age -- or maybe not so surprising if he was an Heir, given the proclivity of Haven to put those through the wringer-
No. No jumping to conclusions.
Old burns on the soles of his feet that looked roughly six to seven years old -- a childhood accident or stubborn adventure, most likely -- were the most benign of them. Damas saw old, healed clawmarks, and strange fractal-like patterns not unlike those struck by lightning, crossing his upper arms, shoulders and chest. Here and there he saw raised lines -- the telltale sutures of do-it-yourself shrapnel removal. Regardless of whose blood flowed in his veins, this kid was a soldier. And it looked like he'd been a soldier for a depressingly long time.
Damas pushed the thoughts from his mind and took a seat in the chair the trespasser had ignored.
"Alright. Let's get this over with as quickly as we can, shall we? I have a lot of work to do today."
"Oh...kay...?" Jak gave him a puzzled, wary look and scooted back across the table to rest his back against the wall. "I mean, I can't answer everything, and half of what I do tell you won't sound believable, but that's honestly not my problem."
Patience, Damas. Inhale, slowly. You're just stressed. You can't kill him if he's related to you.
Damas took an exaggerated breath and folded his hands on the top of the table. "I don't much care about your activities in Haven. My agents deliver news regularly enough. No, I want to know how you opened a locked door with a Seal of Mar on it."
The kid looked surprised, and then intrigued.
"Mar? Wait, really? He made it out here too?" Jak looked almost impressed. "Huh! Guy got around!"
"Answer the question."
The orange one answered in the kid's stead.
"Jak here's got the distinct misfortune of being descended from the guy-"
*Allegedly," Jak interrupted. His voice was distinctly harder than before.
"What "allegedly"? Dragging me into the frickin nightmare tomb wasn't enough for ya?"
"Everything we know about that guy we got from Krew, or Samos," his companion argued, "And most of the Oracles didn't bother to warn us that Samos was lying to us our whole lives. So no, I'm not taking that on faith."
Clearly this was a sore spot for the young man.
It just so happened to also be a very sore spot for Damas.
They were just going to act like they so happened to "conveniently" let slip that this boy was supposed to be related to him? Did they think he was a fool?
"What are you playing at?" he snapped, startling them both. "Do you think I am so easily taken in?"
"What-?"
"Tell me, boy," Damas said, much more quietly, "What makes you either brave enough or stupid enough to try to pull that story with me?"
And Jak blinked at him with eyes that were a little too familiar. Wide. Full of shadows and pain and anger but still clinging to the vestiges of innocence. He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head.
"Um. Who? Are you?"
If this was a con, the kid was a decent actor, Damas had to give him that.
"You're telling me you're a survivor of the House of Mar."
"No? I said other people told me I was related to that guy. People with a vested interest in controlling me."
Jak scoffed bitterly and spread his arms wide.
"Little "abandoned" orphan boy kept isolated to train as a soldier, so he wouldn't know what they planned for him. Wouldn't run. And then magically suddenly he's heir to the worst city on the planet? Give me a break. The guards in Praxis's lab came up with better lies than that."
Damas wanted to agree with the kid. He wanted so much to agree with him. Whatever else he might be, clearly Jak was not the kind of person who bought into delusions of grandeur. In fact, he sounded like he actively resented the thought. Damas could appreciate that. Rot, he could even sympathize with the kid.
But.
He had opened a sealed door.
And the river-weasel had just said something about a Tomb.
He really really didn't want to be right, but if they could give an accurate description of the Tomb at some point, that information would be pretty hard to fake.
"Why did they think they could pass you off as Haven's heir?" Damas asked bluntly.
"Because I can make old Precursor crap work, I guess? And the Oracles like me." Jak folded his arms and shrugged. "They're useless when it comes to actually protecting anyone, but at least they tried to help after the fact. More than most hu'mens did."
Oh. Alright, okay. Maybe he's a sage prodigy and he's never been trained. That would make sense-
"Pal, the Oracle called you a "chosen one". That's gotta mean something."
"Chosen for what? Time looped torture?" Jak's entire posture had become rigid. He was beyond agitated, but Damas couldn't quite pin down if it was anger or fear or something closer to grief.
"....I...sorry." The orange one looked down, clearly ashamed. "That's- fair point. I won't bring it up anymore."
Damas didn't want to hear another word of this. Not one. Without stopping to think lest he talk himself out of it, he drew a knife from the back of his belt. The boy tensed even further, looking like he might snap as he watched Damas pull a sheet of paper haphazardly from the notepad that came standard in all the interrogation rooms. Damas ignored him and placed the tip of the blade to the pad of his thumb, pushing until two large drops of blood dripped onto the paper. The boy's tension eased slightly, but he still looked vaguely alarmed.
Damas wiped the blade and, steeling himself, held it out hilt-first to Jak.
"Your turn."
Jak glared at him.
"Are you nuts?"
Damas remained stonefaced. "You want to prove those people wrong? Blood comparison. Computer will be able to identify if it matches old records or not."
"Then why'd you cut yourself?" Jak challenged.
"Control sample," Damas answered shortly, staring until the boy gave in and set the blade against the tip of his little finger.
He declined to specify whether he meant for or against.
Jak twisted his pinkie between his fingers and let a single drop of blood fall onto the paper. He narrowed his eyes at Damas.
"And this is supposed to take...how long?"
"Two months if they're not busy."
Jak unfolded his legs and slid off the tabletop. "Months?! What good does that do me? They'll probably have found a way to guilt me into going back to Haven by then!"
Hm.
Damas leaned back in his chair and studied the boy with a new perspective.
"You're a runaway. Aren't you?"
Jak scowled and folded his arms.
"I'm not! I'm just...there's something I have to do out here. And I can't go back yet."
Suspicion trickled in cold at the back of Damas’s mind. He folded the edge down over the bloodied paper and tucked it into his belt.
"And what," he asked warily, "is this "something" you intend to do?"
The boy's ears dropped, broadcasting uncertainty despite his belligerent posture.
"I...don't know yet. There's just...something was calling me. And I can't leave until I know what it is."
This boy was going to be a walking migraine trigger, wasn't he? But unfortunately there was a reasonably high probability that he was Damas’s kinsman, which meant that under no circumstances could he just toss the kid back to Haven and say "not my circus, not my moncaws".
Just get through this until the blood tests come back. Who knows, maybe the guy will find a place here in the meantime. Or he might decide to fight the squid and die horribly. One step at a time.
Damas opened the door and beckoned to one of the district guards down the hall. Commander Shui left her subordinates immediately to respond.
"Sir?"
Damas nodded back towards the trespasser.
"Have someone show him to the showers. Once he's cleaned up, see if you can't determine his age."
Shui glanced at Jak, but never lost her stoic expression. "Understood. Is he a candidate for the trials?"
Damas ignored the harsh whispering between the boy and the...okay that was called an ottsel apparently. Didn't have those out in the desert.
"I doubt even he knows. For the moment, we will proceed as though he is a refugee."
He sighed.
"I have matters to attend to. Inform me if he causes any problems."
Jak wasn't sure how to feel about this turn of events. Six days of maddening dreams of eco comets and a broken string of beads. Five days of something pulling on his eco core, or his soul, the way the Precursor Stone had.
He wasn't sorry for leaving Haven in the middle of the night. The Grand Council had been getting more and more vocal with their more...Praxian...views on his right to life and liberty, and Samos just kept telling him to focus on what was "more important", fighting metalheads and new Krimzon Deathbots.
When the Call took him down that ancient eco mine, it had felt like an escape. He'd told himself he'd go back after he found what was at the end of the tunnel. And he'd meant to, if only because he thought he had nowhere else to go. After all, Daxter had built a life in Haven. He had a mentor. A girlfriend. A whole business!
But regardless of all the pretty lies Samos and Onin and Ashelin filled his ears with, Haven was not Jak's home. He would not take responsibility for their evil. And even if he was descended from their founder, they all let Praxis kill whatever blood relatives he might've had! They decided the line of Mar had no say in government, so who was Jak to contradict them?
It was strange -- almost unfathomable -- how his perspective could have changed with a rebalancing of eco. The Oracle down in that desert temple, it had pushed through old scars, given him access to light eco, when he'd thought the substance didn't exist anymore. The constant aches that ruled his every waking moment when it was even slightly cold out, the irritability, the burning in his core, it was gone.
How had he become so accustomed to at least low levels of pain as a daily companion? Jak hadn't realized how bad his condition had been until it was gone. And his mind felt clearer than it had in months. Maybe even years. Home was far behind them now. Sandover was forever lost to them, along with all remains of Jak's innocence. Because of Onin. And because of Samos.
Without his thoughts dulled by pain and lack of sleep, Jak thought of his heartfelt thanks to the manipulative old sage and wanted to be sick.
And now he was on an island, eighty nautical miles from Haven. A wild, living, sanctuary of Wastelanders and open wilderness. They called it "wasteland", but Jak couldn't understand why when it was so beautiful.
That Call still pulled at his heart, told him he wasn't done here yet. And he was relieved, because the longer he spent under clear, blue, sky, the more he hated the thought of returning to that corrupted city.
Just because he'd told Ashelin it was worth saving didn't mean he belonged to it.
Damas -- the angry man he'd startled when they came up out of the catacombs -- left, and a well-built woman about his height entered the interrogation room.
"Holy crap, a lady Sig!" Daxter hissed in his ear.
The Wastelander did have a prosthetic eye -- her left, not her right -- of the same make, but that was really the only similarity. She carried herself like Ashelin -- someone in command, used to cooperation if not obedience -- and that alone put Jak on-edge. He met her searching gaze with a hard stare, determined not to be the first to flinch.
"Hm." The woman clicked her tongue disapprovingly.
"I see what he means. When's the last time you washed?"
"Do pools of water count?" Jak asked. If there was sarcasm in the tone, so what? "Expendables don't get time to wash."
"Eesh." The woman curled her lip. "Well that's not going to fly in my garrison."
She turned to shout down the hall, "Strom! Get the rookie to the showers before the flies move in!"
"Oh rot you!"
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Voltron Rewrite Episode Fifteen - The Imprisoned Princess
The Dark Reality - Ten Thousand Years Ago
King Alfor looks down at a burning Altea. Tears stream down his face, as he is helpless to do anything else.
“Don’t act like you didn’t see this coming, Alfor” A voice says from behind. “Your people burn because of your actions.”
“You...monster!” Alfor whirls around to face Zarkon.
The pair of them stand on a suspended walkway hanging on the remains of the altean royal palace. The fires cast the pair in angry light.
“I wonder,” Zarkon says, “did you weep this much for Diabazaal? Did you even hesitate? Or were you eager to finally have an excuse to remove such a thorn from your side?”
“I did weep for your world, Zarkon! But do not compare my efforts to save the universe with this...this butchery!”
“There it is again. King Alfor, up on his moral high ground. Well in case you haven’t noticed, there isn’t much ground to stand on anymore.” Zarkon nods down to the burning fields that used to be Altea.
“You talk to me like a bitter enemy Zarkon...but you were my friend. A brother to me…” His eyes look very tired then. “But this...this isn’t the Zarkon I fought beside. Not the hero I knew. You are a warped shadow wearing the skin of my friend. How could someone like that do this to my people!? To my...my wife...oh stars, my wife.” He pauses, staring downward for what seems an eternity. When he looks up, his eyes are hard.
“One way or another…” Alfor summons his bayard, forming it into a longsword. “...this ends now.”
“At last, we agree on something.” Zarkon materializes his own wickedly curved bayard sword.
The two paladins charge down the walkway at each other.
Alfor’s first strike is a thrust for Zarkon’s midsection. The large galra turns the strike away and kicks Alfor in the chest. Alfor goes flying backwards across the walkway, only barely managing to land on two feet.
But Zarkon is back upon him almost immediately, unleashing a flurry of strikes. Alfor blocks the series of blows, but the power of each one pushes Alfor back further. Alfor ducks beneath the final swing and shoves his own sword upward, grazing Zarkon on the shoulder.
Snarling, Zarkon knocks aside Alfor’s followup and grabs the King by the head. He slams Alfor’s face into the walkway’s railing, dazing him. As Alfor stumbles back, Zarkon swings again with his sword. The blow is only just blocked but the force throws Alfor down onto his back.
Zarkon jumps up, sword plunging downward to pin Alfor to the walkway. Before he can be skewered Alfor throws up a hand, firing off a blast of blue lighting that blasts Zarkon backwards.
Zarkon lands on his back, much like Alfor.
Both leap to their feet, Zarkon moving in for the sword swing, while Alfor unleashes another blast of lightning.
The lighting strikes Zarkon, wrapping it's glowing tendrils along his body. Zarkon cries out in pain and anger but he does not fall. In spite of the alchemical lightning, he takes a step forward.
“Th-that’s your problem...Alfor…”
Another step forward.
“...you have never been…”
Another step.”
“...as strong…”
Another.
“...as ME!”
Zarkon swings his blade.
Alfor stumbles back, gripping his gut where the blade struck home. He sways, trying to remain standing. Then, he drops his sword and falls to his knees. He looks up at his former friend, face awash with pain and sorrow.
“You may kill me...but you will never have what you really want. You will never have Voltron!”
Zarkon chuckles, then laughs. He steps back and continues his mad cackle. Alfor looks on with confusion. Eventually, Zarkon regains his composure, looks back down at Alfor and smiles.
“Oh, Alfor...my men sent word just before I found you here. Your ploy to send the Lions away didn’t work.”
Alfor’s eyes widen.
“Yes, my men captured them, along with the Castle of Lion while they were trying to flee. Still, I must commend you. It very nearly worked. My men said it was fifty-fifty odds. Seems the coin didn’t fall in your favor, old friend.”
“Allura…” Alfor says with horror. “Wh...what about my daughter?”
Zarkon stares down at Alfor, as if hesitating.
“...she fought to the very end. Too much like her father, it seems.”
The light in Alfor’s eyes dies. He slumps over, drained completely. For a moment, both are silent. The crackling of the fires and occasional distant blasts are the only sounds audible.
“...just end it already. I want to join my wife and daughter.” Alfor finally says
Zarkon raises his blade, but stops before the swing. Alfor waits. The blade never falls.
“...no.” Zarkon says, lowering his blade. “I’ve changed my mind.”
Alfor looks up, mystified.
“I wanted to kill you at first. But that wouldn’t be the real punishment, would it? Being returned to what you only just lost, if one believes in that sort of thing. No...the far greater penance would be to live, knowing that you were the reason for the death of all that you loved. Only being able to watch as I use Voltron to conquer the rest of the universe.”
If Alfor’s eyes were horror before, they are utter dread now. “I...I can still stop you! Somehow I…” His voice trails off, lacking the energy to finish the sentence.
“Stop me?” Zarkon leans down and grins. “Alfor, you’re going to help me do it.”
“Never.” Alfor says, in a voice just above a whisper.
Zarkon chuckles. “Honerva may have lost her memory for now, but I’m sure in time we can put things right. With her help, we’ll twist you so far you’ll barely be able to remember your own name. But don’t worry, I’ll leave enough of you for the pain to remain.”
Alfor is speechless.
“Look on the bright side. You get to continue doing your duty as a Paladin of Voltron. And I’m going to make sure you’ll never be able to stop…”
Prime Reality - Now
Raimon carries an unconscious Allura down the landing pad of a shuttle. He steps out onto the soft soil of the altean colony. Zarkon and Lotor stand in the middle of a town square, with a small crowd of onlooking alteans on the periphery. At the precise center of the square is a metal post jammed into the ground, with a chain dangling from it's top.
Raimon carries Allura over to the post, ignoring the stares of the onlookers. He lays her down so she sits with her back against the metal. Then, he reaches up and pulls down the chair to begin wrap around her wrists.
As he does, Allura begins to blink and moan groggily. ‘
“Where…?”
Suddenly her eyes shoot open and tries to leap to her feet. Raimon shoves her back down, then locks the chain in place.
“You!” She says in an accusatory tone. “You can’t...couldn’t…” Her voice loses its strength and trails off as she stares up at Raimon. Impassively, he pulls the chain taut, forcing Allura to her feet, with her arms stretched above her head.
“Oh, it's really him, Princess.” Zarkon chuckles. “But deep down, I’m certain you already know that.”
Allura gets a foul expression and averts her gaze. However, her eyes quickly find their way back to Raimon. The man does not meet her gaze, rather he doesn’t seem to look at anything in particular. His eyes are distant, almost dead.
“Well then, Princess. You wanted to see your people? Here they are!” Zarkon sweeps an arm across the alteans.
Slowly, Allura tears her eyes away from Raimon to get her first good look at the alteans. They come in all ages, but elderly and children are the most common. All look back at her with some mixture of fear and uneasy.
Allura smiles at them weakly. Many avert their gaze or shift uncomfortably.
Lotor clears his throat. “Father do you think it entirely wise to do this? What if she ties to incite them to-”
“Is their faith in you so weak?” Zarkon asks immediately, “And if it is, what matters? You know how to maintain loyalty no matter what. I’m sure I’ve managed to teach you that much.”
“Y...yes, father.” Lotor says reluctantly.
Zarkon smiles down at Allura. “Let her say whatever she wishes. It will not matter in the end. That is my purpose in bringing her here. To show her that our victory is inevitable.”
Allura scrowls, her posture and expression regains some of its original defiance. It is somewhat spoiled by her uncertain gaze occasionally drifting between Raimon and the alteans.
“I have work to be doing. Enjoy the stay, girl. Soon your friends will be joining you.” And with that, Zarkon walked away. Lotor followed shortly afterwards, only pausing briefly to shoot an uneasy glance at Allura.
Finally, Raimon turns to go.
“...I don’t care what reality you’re from.” Allura said suddenly. “My father...King Alfor would always fight to the bitter end to stop men like Zarkon! Especially to protect his people. If you’re my...if you’re Alfor, then I know there must be some part of you still fighting him!”
Raimon stops in his tracks. He stays there unmoving for a long moment. Then he says, “There is no longer any Alfor…only the servant of Zarkon. Only Raimon.”
He leaves. Allura watches him go, wilting.
Eventually she forces herself to turn her gaze back to the still staring onlookers. She seems to regain a modicum of strength at the sight of them. She closes her eyes and takes a breath.
When Allura opens her eyes, she has a smile on her face. It is a weak ragged, unconvincing smile. But a smile nonetheless.
“H-hello...my name is Princess Allura. I’m here to rescue you.”
***
“Dammit!” Keith swears, slamming his fist into a wall. “We fell right into their trap!”
He and the other paladins are back inside the Garrison base. They are all either standing or sitting inside a living area. Sullen expressions are on all their faces, save Keith’s. His is one of unbridled rage.
“I can’t believe what a complete idiot I was!” He punches the wall again.
“Easy, Keith.” Shiro says gently. “This isn’t all on you.”
“The hell it isn't! I was in command, I had final say! This is my mistake! It's my fault they got Allura!”
“And do you think anyone else here would have made a different choice? It was a risk, yes. But at the time, it seemed a worthwhile one. Lance? Hunk? Pidge? Would you have made a different choice in Keith’s position?”
“Probably not…” Lance admits.
Hunk shakes his head.
“It...seemed to make sense, risks notwithstanding.” Pidge says.
“And how about you, Shiro?” Keith retorts. “Would you have made such a colossal screw up? Would you have put her and everyone else in danger like that?”
“Keith...did you forget?”
Keith tilts his head in confusion.
“I did.” Shiro shrugges.
Keith blinks, looking more confused.
“Back when I was leading Voltron, Allura and I infiltrated that ship to get information. I barely got out and she ended up captured.”
“...right.” Keith replies, embarrassed.
“So no, you aren’t the only one that can make bad calls. And this also isn’t the first time Allura’s been in a sticky situation. She’ll manage, she’s a paladin too. So with that in mind, what do you think we need to do?”
Keith takes a breath before responding. “...calm down and plan our next move. We need to get Allura back, but at the same time can’t go in half cocked. That’ll just lead to more mistakes.”
Shiro nods with approval. “Alright then, seems like you’ve got a handle on things.”
Keith smiles. “...thanks.”
“Anytime.”
The door opens on the far end of the room.
“The Princess has been captured!?” Coran says marching in.
“I...yeah.” Keith replies.
Coran takes a breath and look as if about to rant but hesitates, then shakes his head and sighs.
“I suppose...that’s part of the job.” He says finally. “Really doesn’t do my stress levels any favors, though.”
“We’ll get her back, Coran.” Keith swears.
Coran nods slowly, then more quickly. “I know”
“Grand Regent!”
Keith cringes. He turns to see Skriel run inside, followed by the other galra commanders.
“I only just heard what happened to the future empress! I swear to you that Urok, Erva, Mutava and myself will not rest for an instant until she is rescued! Even if it means laying down our lives! And by the stars if it comes to that, they will know that it was the mighty Skriel who-”
“Enough.” Keith sighes. “No ones going anywhere until we have a handle on the situation. Going in half-cocked isn’t going to help anybody. You guys will have your chance to help, just not yet.”
“...understood.” Skriel says, looking disappointed.
“And stop calling Allura the future empress!”
. In spite of the situation, the other Paladins stifle snickers.
“Of course.” Skriel winks
“And stop winking!”
“Uh...right.” Skriel straightens.
“Now...anyone have ideas on what to do first.”
“Well you could start by seeing the message we just received.” A new voice says.
All turn to see Admiral Sanda now at the door. “Seems like you’ve gotten yourself into quite the mess.”
“Yeah, well...what else is new?” Keith sighs. “Now what’s this message you’re talking about?”
Sanda pulls out a handheld device that projects a large holographic image in front of them. It shows Zarkon.
“To this reality’s pitiful excuses for Paladins: Hello, it's me. Your proper ruler. I understand some of you are having trouble accepting that. It's understandable. Weak minds often have difficulty comprehending their betters. You will not bow without a fight. To that end…”
The feed changes to show a new subject. Allura chained to a post, in the center of the altean colony. The paladins all gasp.
“As you can see...your friend is waiting for you.” The feed switches back to Zarkon. “I dearly hope you don’t keep me waiting.”
With that the feed goes dead.
Keith's fists clench, then tremble.
“...the colony.” He says finally. “That’s where she is.”
“You and your mother went there, correct?” Sanda inquires. “Do you know a way in?”
“We got in once, but that doesn’t mean much. Lotor wasn’t there at the time, and this was long before Zarkon took over. I have no idea what kind of new defenses he’s added by now.”
“Well then it sounds like you’re back in the same position as before. Only this time the bait is far more enticing, and you can’t afford not to take it.”
Keith says nothing for several moments, apparently thinking. Then, his eyes widen and he straightens.
“...we do have one person that knows both the colony and Zarkon better than anyone.”
The other paladins look confused then their eyes widen with realization as well.
“I think it's time we talked to Lotor. Our Lotor.”
***
“I know this must be hard to hear...but the man you serve is not who you think!” Allura exclaimes.
The alteans reply with angered boos.
“We don’t want to hear your lies!” One woman shouts.
“Traitor!” Says another.
“Please you have you listen to-” Allura tries to get in.
“Keep you mad ramblings to yourself!”
Allura continues to try to reason with the increasingly angry crowd.
“I’m trying to help you quiznak it!” She eventually shouts.
“Help us by shutting up!” bellows an older man.
She grits her teeth with frustration, but does not give up.
“Please! He’s using you for his war! He-”
But she is soon drowned out by the angry cries.
“Oh dear Princess, your foolishness would be comical were it not so pathetic.” A loud voice declares, breaking through the clamor.
The crowd opens a wide berth to reveal Prince Lotor standing behind, with Luca at his side. The former has a gloating expression. The later averts her gaze when Allura looks at her.
“I must say, it was entertaining for the first hour, but it's really gotten quite dull.” Lotor says.
Allura sneers. “I see you finally grew a spine. And here I thought you might be too scared of what I had to say to these people you’ve been manipulating.”
Lotor scoffs. “I was, at worst, concerned for their welfare in the presence of such deceptive ideals. But my people are loyal to their very bones. You cannot break that with a few poorly constructed lies.”
“The only one telling lies here, is you Lotor.” Allura shoots back. “Or would you like to be the one to tell these people that you are an imposter?”
“Quit your slander of Lotor!” One altean hisses.
Lotor chuckles. “Don’t let her provoke you.” He turns to face the crowd. “That goes for everyone. You only empower this woman by listening to her ramblings. Let her serve as an example, nothing more. Please go back to your duties.”
Reluctantly, the alteans mumble agreements and begin to disperse.
Allura watches biting her lip with frustration. Lotor smiles with satisfaction before he too turns to go.
“...I wonder if Zarkon reigns you in the same way you just did with them.”
Lotor freezes.
Allura shakes her head. “No, on second thought, I’m sure he uses a much firmer hand on you.”
Moving like a blur, Lotor whirls around and strikes Allura across the face. Everyone is stunned. Even Luce blinks with shock. There is fury in Lotor’s eyes.
“You will not speak of things you know nothing about.” he says with barely-suppressed rage.
Allura spits. “I don’t know why you continue to follow that vile man, father or not. You could always just kill him like our Lotor did.”
“Do not repeat that lie again!” He shouts.
“Why!?” Allura shouts back. “Are you so afraid of him that you can’t bear the thought of trying!? Or are you just terrified of what life would be like for you without him pulling your every string?”
Lotor pulls his hand back to strike again, unbridled fury on his face. Then, he seems to notice the staring crowd of alteans for the first time. Slowly, he lowers his hand and composes himself.
“...it's not worth it.” He spits out, before marching off.
Luca looks curiously between him and Allura. She shoots an uncertain look at Allura before running after Lotor.
The crowd remains for several more moments before they too, one by one, disperse. Finally, once alone, Allura sighs and slumps against the post.
***
High above it all, in a viewing station, Zarkon stares at a screen from which he watched the exchange.
“How...troubling.” He growls to himself.
***
Lotor, pilot of Sincline born of the main reality, sits alone in his cell. His glowing eyes stare at the blank wall opposite him.
Suddenly, the door pulls open and Keith marches in, with Shiro and the other remaining Paladins. Lotor turns his head, but is otherwise unresponsive.
“I need your help.” Keith says simply.
“Isn’t that funny? Because I don’t need yours.”
Keith narrows his eyes. “We could make things better for you here. Nicer cell, anything you want.”
“Not interested.” Lotor waves a hand. “I’m quite comfortable here.”
“Zarkon has Allura.” Keith tries again.
“How unfortunate.” Lotor replies coldly.
“He’s keeping her captive at the altean colony. Your altean colony. Where he’s also been using them as living weapons.”
“...that too is unfortunate. But do you know what else it is?”
“What?”
“Not my problem.” Lotor turns his gaze back to the wall.
“I thought you said you wanted to help defeat Zarkon.” Keith says through gritted teeth.
“Maybe I don’t care anymore. Or maybe I just like seeing you feel what it's like to have the rug pulled out from under you.”
“Hard way it is, then.” Keith nods.
Lotor is looking up with confusion when Keith grabs him by the collar and shoves him against the back wall. Lance and Hunk move as if to stop him, but Keith waves them off, and they hesitantly step back.
“You will remove your hand from me or I will remove it from your arm.” Lotor hisses.
“No, shut up. I’m going to talk and your going to listen!” Keith barks back.
Lotor is surprised by the outburst, giving Keith all the time he needs.
Zarkon has Allura. I am going to get her back. And right now you are the best chance of making that happen. I don’t like your Lotor. You’re a liar and a killer. But right now, I don’t really care about that, because frankly, I’m going to do whatever it takes to get the Princess back. If you don’t cooperate, the only difference that makes to me is that while I’m on the way to bring her back, I’ll make sure to stop and drop you into the nearest black hole. So how about you pick up what’s left of your ego, and stop pretending like you don’t want a chance to kill your dad a second time.”
Lotor stares down at the shorter boy for what seems like an eternity. Then, strangely, he smiles. It's a striking sight, with his new darker features.
“Remove your hand and we’ll talk.”
Keith lets him go and steps back. Lotor sweeps his gaze across the Paladins who all stare daggers at him. Lotor lets out a hollow chuckle.
“Seems you lot have more spine than I thought. Alright. I’ll help. If only to remove Zarkon’s vile hands from my precious colony. But I go free. That’s my price.
Keith hesitates. “...not until this is all over.”
The others look surprised at this but do not speak up.
“Fine. But I at least have to get out of this cell. I might have been lying about it's comfort.”
Keith nods curtly towards the door.
Lotor starts to move but Keith catches him on the arm.
“You make me regret this and I really will drop you down a black hole.”
Lotor sneers in reply. “Threaten me again and see what happens.
Keith glares back but releases him. Lotor strides out of the cell, head held high, as if he owned the place.
“Oh yeah this is a greaaaat idea.” Lance remarks.
Pidge elbows him.
“What?”
Shiro eyes Keith. “You sure about this?”
Keith shakes his head. “Not really, but we’ve made our deal with the devil. Let’s see what he’s bringing on his end.”
***
Keith, the other Paladins, Lotor and their other allies conviene around a table in one of the Garrison’s briefing rooms. Lotor sweeps an unimpressed look across the room’s occupants. His eyes briefly meets Acxa’s but they turn away just as quickly. His gaze soon settles on the faces of the galra warlord commanders.
“Well now, I knew you were in league with the Blade of Marmora, but I did not realize that any real galra military commanders had joined your cause. Skriel I’m most surprised to see you here. Didn’t you want the throne for yourself but couldn’t make it to the Kral Zera?”
Skriel folds his arms and smirks. “Aye! I coulda gotten that throne if it hadn’t been for those pesky arganterian pirates. But that’s in the past now. I’ve the one man in the galaxy I can accept besides myself as leader, and that’s Grand Regent Keith Kogan!”
Lotor’s eyes widen and he turns back to Keith. “Grand Regent? My you’ve gotten far for a half-breed.”
“I don’t have any less galra blood than you.” Keith points out.
“True enough. But mine was royal. Do you really think you can hold onto the throne when your lineage is some earth-man and a turn-coat mother?”
Krollia flinches. Keith looks about to strike Lotor.
“Hey man!” Lance suddenly shouts, surprising both. “How about you shut up before I deck you myself!? Keith’s risking a lot asking you for help, but I’ll be honest, I’ve wanted to punch you since the day we met, so keep talking and why don’t ya see what happens?”
Both stare at Lance, dumbfounded. Keith regains himself first.
“...thank you Lance, but that’s alright. He was only trying to provoke me after all.”
Lotor smiles again, but with less malice in it this time. “So you are capable of seeing subtly after all. Good. Zarkon will provoke you with far more than that, and with much larger stakes at hand.”
“Right. But word of advice. Don’t talk about my mom.”
“As you wish. Now, I assume Zarkon has contacted you? Perhaps leveled some kind of taunt or ultimatum?”
Keith nods to Pidge who taps a key on the table and a hologram appears above. Lotor watches intently as a projection of Zarkon’s message plays.
The message ends, and Lotor closes his eyes.
“...well?” Keith asks.
Lotor opens his eyes. “Bring up everything you have on the colony, and enemy movements around the Quantum Abyss.”
Kolivan steps forward and taps several keys. A holographic projection of the Quantum Abyss appears, with the colony specifically being magnified. Several galra vessels highlighted in red are shown in and around the Abyss.
“This is the best we can get for enemy movements in the area. Intel is limited as Zarkon has taken great efforts to compartmentalize everything. If we had more time we’d be able to get a clearer picture, but…”
“It doesn’t matter.” Lotor shakes his head. “I just needed confirmation.”
“Of what?” Keith asks.
Lotor frowns. “That this Zarkon is the same as my real father, that he thinks the same way. What you have here confirms just as much. I’d know those formations anywhere. It really is him. Now, Is all his military might held here?”
“Many of his forces are spread about to other locations, but the bulk of them seem to be here.” Kolivan reports.
“There is one other location of significance.” Mutava speaks up.
The blades look confused, which causes a smirk to form on Mutava’s lips.
“So you don’t know everything. How nice to hear.” he plugs a device into the table, and a new projection appears. It is of the teleduv, in space with several larger rings build around its circumference, and one smaller ring within it's center. Construction on the massive rings continue. Dozens of galra ships and silver robeast surround it.
“The teleduv…” Kolvian muses. “We haven’t been able to get any information on it since the attack on the station. Haggar, or Honerva rather, cleaned house after the incident. How did you get this?”
“I have my sources.” Mutava shrugs. “You may work hard to insert spies in key positions, but I prefer to pay off the average engineer or workman. So much easier. Anyway, it seems that they conversely moved the teleduv after our little attack and have concentrated many of their robeasts there for protection. Unfortunately, I cannot speak to their intentions with the device.”
“I might have something later.” Pidge speaks up. “Those files we stole from the station should be done decrypting soon.”
“This is...concerning.” Lotor notes. “It always is when you don’t know what Zarkon is up to. But ultimately, this is irrelevant. For now our goal is retrieving All...The Princess. Anything else is a distraction.”
“Agreed.” Keith nods. “So, how do get past Zarkon and his forces?”
“Not easily. My father could be a fool at times, but he knew battle strategy better than almost anyone.” Lotor allows the barest hint of a smirk, which ends up looking more like a sneer. “But there’s no one in the universe who knows my father’s tactics better than me.”
“Can you outsmart him?”
“Possibly. The Princess makes this...difficult. As long as he has her he will be able to manipulate you and force your hand into meeting him in battle. That is where he is strongest.”
“What about his weaknesses?”
“His arrogance. And his pride. He could have threatened to kill the Princess. It might not have worked, but he’d have lost nothing. But wants to beat you in battle. Show that he’s the strongest person in the universe. He needs to show the universe that, lest he shows even the slightest bit of weakness. But at the same time, it won't be so simple to get him to appear in person. Pride works both ways. He won't fight himself if he thinks the battle is above him. That’s what minions are for.”
“So where does that leave us?”
“Ideally you would infiltrate the colony and snatch the Princess from under his nose. But that’s a great deal easier said than done. And he’ll be expecting you to do that.”
“We got in easy enough.” Keith nods to his mother.
Lotor scoffs. “That was when I controlled the colony. I had limited resources and Its primary purpose was to keep people in, not out. The Quantum Abyss was supposed to be barrier enough for any outsiders. Apparently, that proved false. But this is far different. Zarkon will have countless ships guarding any approach vectors. That’s not to mention any upgrades on the dome’s security that he’s certainly made. Even if we somehow make it past all of that, I’m sure he’ll have at least a couple of traps inside the colony itself.”
“Again, I’m not hearing a plan.”
“Well I don’t exactly have much to work with here. Meeting Zarkon in force is suicide, but subterfuge is nearly as risky...” Lotor hesitates for a moment. “...there is one possible way…”
“Go on.” Keith urges.
“It's...something I set up should something similar happen. A backdoor, if you will. A hidden transport tunnel connecting the colony to the far side of the planet. It was well concealed, so I doubt Zarkon has found it. With a good enough distraction, we might be able to slip a small team onto the planet, and circumvent all the dome’s security.”
“What kind of distraction?”
“Remember when I said my father wants to beat you in battle?”
“Yeah…”
“Well the one thing that might entice him to fight is all of you to bring an all out attack in your Lions, and whatever else you have. With him occupied, the planetary defenses might be thin enough to slip through.”
“Yeah let’s just ignore the part where Zarkon can form Voltron and we can’t.” Pidge says.
“With the Atlas and the Lions we might be able to hold out long enough.” Shiro points out.
“Alright.” Keith muses. “For the sake of argument, let’s pretend we do all that and meet Zarkon head on. THen we’d need to send in say...the Blades to do the infiltration and get Allura out. It's definitely risky but I suppose-”
“There...is a catch.” Lotor cuts in.
Keith sighes, but motions for him to continue.
“The tunnel will only open in response to my biometrics.”
“In other words…”
“I have to be on the mission.” Lotor said flatly.
“No.” Keith says firmly.
“It's the only way.” Lotor replies matter of factly.
“After everything you’ve done, you think I’d trust you with that? Trust you with bringing back her!?”
“Keith,” Krollia steps in. “It's not as if we’re forced to sent him alone. We can keep him in line.”
“I don’t like it.” Keith shakes his head. “Even with Blades there, he could pull something. He knows that place better than anyone, how do we know this isn’t a trap of his own?”
“Do as you wish.” Lotor replies coldly. “I’m only telling you what I think is your best chance at retrieving the Princess. If you don’t like that, then maybe you can try your hand at fighting Zarkon without my help.”
The two stare each other down for several long, uncomfortable moments.
“...I need some air.” Keith finally says, before walking out of the room.
***
Allura remains chained to the post, now looking weary. It is now night at the altean colony, and besides Allura, there is not a soul in sight.
She looks up at the synthetic moon of dome, and sighs.
“Father what would you do?”
An image of Raimon flashes in her mind.
Allura cringes and shakes her head.
“Must Zarkon ruin every good thing in this universe?”
She sighs and leans back against the post. She closes her eyes, as if to rest.
“...psst! Hey lady!” Someone whisper yells.
Allura’s eyes shoot wide open. She scans her immediate surroundings, seeing nothing in the darkness.
“Down here!” The voice goes on.
Allura looks down to see a young boy standing right next to her. He has a curious expression on his face.
“...hello.” Allura says, with confused optimism.
“Hi.” The boy waves nonchalantly. “So you’re supposed to be the bad guy, huh?”
Allura winces. “Is that what Lotor says?”
“Yeah.”
“And what do you think? Do I seem like a ‘bad guy’?”
“Lotor says bad guys can look nice.”
She sighs. “In that, I have to agree with him.”
The boy doesn’t reply, choosing to instead stare up at Allura.
“So...if I really am the bad guy, why would a nice boy like you be hanging around me? I could be dangerous.”
The boy merely shrugs. “Did you really mean what you said about Lotor? The part about him not being the same Lotor?”
“I did.” Allura says without hesitation. “...why? Do you think I’m right?”
Again the boy shrugs. He does a double take before leaning in to speak the next. “He...seems kind of different from before.”
“Different how?”
“He doesn’t remember anybody’s names. Lotor used to know all of us. He also kinda acts more...I dunno, careful? Like he’s scared of something’. Old Lotor was never scared of nothin. And that’s not even mentioning his scary parents. Especially that Zarkon guy…”
The boy shivers. “And I know I’m not the only one that’s noticed it. The other kids agree with me. And when my parents don’t think anyone’s listening they talk about it too sometimes. They still worship and serve Lotor and everything, but they seem a little confused.”
“They should be confused.” Allura nods. “They’re being used by a very bad man. He looks like the Lotor you’ve known, but he is not him. He’s taking advantage of your trust and worship and using it for his own evil means.”
“Why would he do that?” The boy asks curious.
Allura gives a pained smile. “Because we alteans are capable of great things. We have so many gifts, but unfortunately there will always be people like him who want to exploit us...” Again, Raimon, Alfor’s face flashes in her mind.
The boy looks down, uncomfortable. “My mom says that we used to have a whole planet to ourselves. That people used to look up to us. But we almost all got wiped out, and now this is all we got. And if it weren’t for Lotor we wouldn’t have even that.”
Allura nods carefully. “Yes I...suppose that much is true.”
The boy’s expression grows sad. “So, if we used to be so awesome, how come we’re like this now? All bunched up here, scared an’ hiding. At least the ones Lotor picks get to see what it's like outside. The rest of us just gotta sit and wait. If Lotor’s really been replaced with a bad guy, then what can we do? Seems like all we’ve done for a long time is get pushed around.”
Allura’s eyes grow hard with determination. “What you do is stand up on your own two feet. Show them that we’re more than their pawns. All it takes to prove bad men wrong is to show them that we’re still willing to fight to do the right thing. That’s...something my father used to say.” She frowns, but slowly it grows back into a smile. “We’re a proud and noble people with a great history. How about acting like it?”
This makes the boy smile. “Ya know...you’re pretty nice for a bad guy.”
At that Allura chuckles. “I try.” She grows serious. “But be careful about talking about this. I don’t know what Lotor will do if he finds out, but certainly nothing good. Having courage doesn’t mean being careless.”
The boy nods quickly, face concerned.
“Man this is all so...scary. I just wish the old Lotor would come back. I bet he’d beat up all these bad guys.”
Allura is quiet. She opens her mouth, then closes it again. The boy looks up at her, confused. Staring down at him, Allura sighs and shakes her head.
“It's nothing. Just be careful, as I said.”
The boy nods again.
Allura tilts her head in curiosity. “By the way, what’s your name?”
The boy grins. “I’m Ayden!”
“Nice to meet you Ayden. My name is Allura. I’d shake your hand but…” She shakes the chain.
Ayden chuckles.
“Ayden!” A distant voice calls. “Where are you!?”
Ayden flinches, and gets a guilty expression. “That’s my mom. Looks like she figured out I’m not in bed.”
“Well then, you better get home and back in bed, before she finds out where you’ve really been.”
The boy nods and starts running. “Night Allura!” He calls back.
“Goodnight Ayden.” She smiles back.
The boy disappears, leaving Allura alone again.
This time, when she stares back up at the artificial moon, she is smiling.
***
Keith steps out into the night air, expression sour. He strides out onto the dirt ground, kicking up dust in his wake. He finds a decent-sized rock and plops down. He glances up at the night sky but his gaze quickly turns down to the dirt.
Shortly there is the pitter-patter of feet behind. Keith stiffens and turns around. He relaxes when he sees that it’s Kosmo approaching.
“Hey boy.” Keith smiles as the wolf walks over to sit beside him. “Sorry I haven’t had much time for you lately, buddy.”
The wolf barks in agreement. Keith shakes his head, and starts scratching Kosmo on the top of his head. The wolf lays down and it's tail begins to wag as Keith continues his scratching.
“We’re gonna be going back to the Quantum Abyss soon.” Keith explains. “I bet it’ll be nice to be home huh?”
The wolf predictably, does not reply.
“Then again maybe not. Was kind of a crazy place to try and survive in wasn’t it?”
Kosmo barks, and Keith cracks a smile. He shakes his head and looks up at the night sky.
“...quiznak. How did I get us in this mess. I could really use Allura’s advice right now. Isn’t that ironic?”
“Well, I’m no altean Princess…” Comes Shiro’s voice. “...but I’ve been known to give advice from time to time.”
Keith turns to see his mentor approach.
“This seat taken?”
Keith shakes his head, and scoots over. Shiro sits and the two are quiet for a moment. The only sound is Keith scratching Kosmo’s head.
“...be honest with me Shiro, am I screwing everything up?” Keith finally asks.
Shiro studies him. “Do you think you’re screwing everything up?”
“I made a really bad call agreeing to go meet those alteans. Then I couldn’t stop Allura from getting captured. And now, the best plan I can come up with is to trust in the guy who tried to kill us less than a year ago. I’m trying to keep my hold on the situation, but it feels like everything’s spinning out of control.”
Shiro scratches his chin. “Well you asked me be honest, so I won't tell you that everything’s turning up roses. We’re in a rough spot, that’s for sure.”
“You can say that again.” Keith agrees. “Trusting Lotor...I’m just terrified that this is going to be one more bad call. One more screw up.”
“Well Keith, it's not like you’re the only one in there. Kolivan, you mother, the other blades. If you can’t trust Lotor, you can at least trust them to handle him if anything goes wrong. You’re the leader of the team, so yeah a lot of the responsibility falls on you. But part of that is knowing when to trust the people under you with a task. You might be the head, but the rest of the body’s there for a reason.”
Keith sighs. “You’re right, as usual. I guess we just gotta hope Lotor isn’t completely making all this up.”
“Worst case scenario, we just improvise.”
“Yeah, that never goes wrong.” Keith smirks, shaking his head.
They grow quiet again, as Keith begins staring at the stars again.
“You’re getting better at it.” Shiro says with a smile.
“At what?”
“At showing how terrified you are.”
Keith stiffens.
“Relax, it's normal. Every leader is scared that they’re doing the wrong thing and making a bad call. The key is not showing it, and you’re doing alright.”
“You still saw through me.” Keith replies scratching the back of his neck.
“I’ve got a bit of a knack for spotting stuff like that.” Shiro shrugs. “...so you’re really worried about her, huh?”
Keith hesitates, then nods his head. “...yeah. I know she’s probably fine and knowing her, already working on her own escape plan by now. But...it still sucks. Not knowing, I mean.”
Shiro pauses. “...yeah. It does suck.”
Keith laughs. “Really? No words of wisdom or guidance for that one?”
“Nah. Some things just suck. But that’s life. We’ll get past it.”
Keith nods with determination. “Yeah we will.”
Kosmo barks in apparent agreement.
Shiro looks down at the wolf and chuckles. “Sure would be nice if you could just use Kosmo to jump in, grab Allura, and jump out.”
“Yeah it would, ” Keith smiles. “But even he has limits.”
“Oh yeah?”
Keith nods. “Usually he needs line of sight, or has to have been there before. Limited distance too.”
“Ah well. Never is that easy, is it?”
“Nope.”
Keith gives the wolf one last scratch and stands up.
“Well…I’ve wasted enough time out here.”
Shiro gets up and they both start walking back to the Garrison Base.
After a moment, Keith smiles and shakes his head. “You know Shiro, I have no idea what I’d do without you.”
Shiro frowns. “You’d get by.”
“You kidding? I’d be completely lost.”
“Well you’d better figure it out.” Shiro’s frown deepens. “I may not always be here to give you advice...”
“Hey, quit talking like that.” Keith says serious. “And that’s an order.”
After a moment Shiro shrugs. “Yes sir.”
“Now let’s go in there and pretend this plan isn’t as crazy as it really is. Because...that’s what leaders do?”
Shiro smiles widely. “Now you’re getting it.”
***
Morning rises in the altean colony. Alteans begin to rise and go about their daily tasks. Allura still receives many dirty looks, but none try to engage her this time. The sun continues to rise and as it does Allura begins to pant. Her breaths start to grow ragged.
That is until a short while later, when an elderly woman approaches her. The woman walks with a slow gait, age wearing heavy on her. She carries a basket in her hands. Strangely, she looks on Allura with a more curious than hateful expression.
“Well...I’m not impressed.”
“...s-sorry?” Allura stutters, coughing.
“The way everyone talks about you, I figure you ought to have horns, scales and be able to breathe fire. Instead, I see a young girl strung up and left out to dry.”
Allura blinks with surprise.
“You haven’t had anything to eat or drink have you?” The woman goes on.
“No…” Allura replies, uncertain.
The woman shakes her head and reaches into the basket. She pulls out a glass bottle of water which she opens holds up to Alllura’s lips.
“Come on now, drink slowly.”
Allura draws from bottle, taking slow but long gulps. The woman pulls the bottle away, empty.
“...thank you.” Allura says genuinely.
The old woman shrugs. “What’s your name, girl?”
“Allura.”
“Well Allura, I’m Sahan.”
“Nice to meet you, Sahan.”
Sahan studies Allura, tapping her chin.
“So, Allura. How does a nice young girl like yourself end up here, tied to a post?”
“Why don’t you ask Lotor?”
“Because i’m asking you.” Sahan frowns. “Now don’t make me ask again, I may be old but I still know how to discipline an unruly child.”
Allura smirks at that, which Sahan doesn’t seem to like.
“I’m here because I was trying to help some alteans that I thought wanted to be free of Lotor. It turned out to be a trap and I was imprisoned here.”
“And why would you think someone would want to escape from here?”
“Because believe it or not, Lotor isn’t who you think he is. He’s an imposter who’s manipulating your affections so he can use you as pawns in his father’s war.”
Sahan studies her for a long moment. “...are you a loon?”
“I’m not crazy, fi that’s what you’re asking.”
The old woman chuckles. “Well you must think I’m one then, if you expect me to be able to swallow that story.”
“Oh? And you haven’t noticed anything strange about Lotor, since his return? Forgotten names? Unusual behavior? Bringing strangers into the colony? Fighting alongside the Galra Empire, the institution which displaced you all in the first place?”
Sahan says nothing, opting to pilfer through her basket instead.
“Let’s...pretend I think your words hold some weight. I didn’t say they do, but let’s...pretend. Who would that make you then? You’re altean, that’s for sure. But I’ve lived here as long as anyone, and I don’t recognize you. Where are you from? Are there other surviving alteans on the outside?”
“I’ll answer your last question first: Not really. To my knowledge only myself and one other survived, besides those from this colony. As for who I really am…” Allura straightens. “I am the last of the royal altean line. Daughter of King Alfor, I am Princess Allura. And whether you believe it or not, I am here to help my people.”
“Princess, huh?” Sahan says skeptically.
“Ask Lotor yourself, if you do not believe me. I think he will admit to that much, though I’m certain he will call me a coward and a traitor to my people with the same breath.”
“Well if you really are the Princess then-”
“Sahan!? What are you doing over there? Don’t listen to that viper!” An older man calls over.
“Oh stuff it down your gullet, Merv! I can talk to whoever I please!”
The old man reddened at that, but Sahan paid him no heed and turned back to Allura.
“So girl, if you’re the Princess, then where have you been all these years?”
“My father, King Alfor sent my advice Coran and I away to protect the Castle of Lions and the secrets of Voltron from Zarkon. We slept for many millennia in stasis, until new Paladins arrived to help us begin to fight back against the Galra Empire.”
Merv, maintaining a foul expression, slowly walks over to the pair. He stops dozen feet or so back, and continued to look on disapprovingly, but said nothing more.
“So if that really is true then...you used to live on old Altea?” Sahan asks carefully.
Allura smiles and nods. “It was the most beautiful planet in the universe…”
As she continues to talk, more curious alteans approach. If questioned, Sahan always gives a curt reply and asks Allura to continue. However, as the number of alteans grows, the more they simply listen. She smiles and winks when she sees Ayden in the crowd. He returns the expression.
“...and if the wind hit them in the right way, it sounded like those whispering trees were singing.”
The alteans are glued to Allura’s every word on the subject of Altea.
Sahan smiles wistfully. “My...grandmother told me about those. She used to tell me lots of stories of how grand old altea was.”
“It certainly was…” Allura remarks, equally wistful.
The two are silent for a moment. Then, Sahan seems to notice the crowd around them for the first time. She sweeps her gaze across them, and nods seeming satisfied by the number.
“Allura,” She says, growing serious, “there's something I’m going to ask you, and by stars you better answer me truthfully.”
“Alright.” Allura nods for her to continue.
Sahan takes a breath. “...many of our youths have gone to fight alongside Lotor in those monstrous contraptions. Many have not come back. Did you kill any of them?”
Allura’s eyes blaze. “You have been lied to. Those altean pilots are alive.”
The is a series of gasps and mumbles. Sahan puts up a hand silencing them. She studies Allura, as if searching for any sign of deception.
“...can you prove this?”
Allura frowns with uncertainty. However after a moment her eyes widen.
“I believe I can! If those alteans died in battle, there’s no way I would know any of their names, would there?”
“...perhaps.”
Allura draws in a breath. “Dramor, Lagmor, Gratva…”
As she rattles off names, many from the crowd let out sounds of shock and joy.
“...Vatta.” Allura finishes.
Sahan’s eyes widen but she otherwise remains guarded.
“I’m going to need a little more than that.”
Allura thinks for a moment. “Well Gratva is a stubborn older fellow…”
“That he is.” Sahan nods. “What about Vatta?”
She considers. “...perhaps it was my imagination but there seemed to be something between her and that Dramor boy-”
“That’s her. For reasons I’ll never fathom she loves that fool-boy.”
Sahan lets out a sigh of relief and smiles warmly. “Thank you.”
Allura nods in reply.
“So you believe me then?”
“About them being alive? Yes. I said nothing about the rest of it.”
“And yet, this means that Lotor lied to you.”
“Or he was mistaken.”
Allura sighs longsufferingly. “I understand your hesitation but-”
“All of you are to return to your duties!” A voice bellows through the crowd. Luca walks through the crowd of alteans. They collectively look down as if in guilt. Except for Sahan, of course. Luca strides up to stare Allura in the face.
“You are not to speak to them.”
“Or what?” Allura replies.
“There will be consequences.” She turns back to the alteans. “Leave now. Lotor’s orders. This woman’s propaganda is clearly affecting you all. Return to your duties.”
The alteans quickly disperse, with only a handful hesitating.
“Thank you, Allura.” Sahan says quickly. “For telling me that my granddaughter still lives.”
“And thank you for listening.”
Sahan smiles. “Well after a certain young man vouched for you, I had to find out for myself.”
Allura looks over at Ayden and nods in appreciation.
“You will return to your duties.” Luca repeats.
“Luca I remember when you were in diapers don’t you talk down to me.”
Luca hesitates but ultimately remains her stance. Sahan gives Allura one last nod, before turning to walk away, with the remaining alteans in tow. Luce turns as well but stops, shooting a curious look over her shoulder.
“You can’t really think we’ll turn on Lotor.”
Allura shrugs. Luca scoff and looks as if to leave, but hesitates once more. When she speaks next it seems to be with a great deal of effort.
“...why?”
“Why what?”
“Why did you save me? When the trap was sprung, you threw me out of the way.”
“It...was the right thing to do.”
“I betrayed you, I’m your enemy!” Luca hisses. “That makes no sense!”
“That’s not the way I see it.” Allura says simply.
Luca stares at her, shifting from foot to foot. Then, throwing up her hands in frustration, she stomps off, leaving a smirking Allura behind.
***
When Keith and Shiro return to the briefing room, they are surprised to find a commotion among the room’s occupants. It seemed to somewhere between argument and discussion.
“What’s going on?” Keith asks, and all eyes turn to him. Then, they shift over to Pidge, who adjusts her glasses nervously.
“That data that we stole just finished decrypting. I’ve been spending the past few minutes going over it and trying to interpret what it all means…”
“And?”
Pidge sucks in a deep breath, and forces herself to look Keith in the eye. “I know what happened to the Dark Paladin’s reality. I know why they came here.”
“Go on.” Keith says, uneasy.
“It's all detailed here in Honerva’s notes.” Pidge brings up an image of Voltron, with several energy readouts beside it. “Zarkon a machine unlike any other and what could be done with it is almost unfathomable to any sane person. Unfortunately Honerva and Zarkon aren’t sane. They thought that Voltron could serve as a conduit for all the universe’s supply of quintessence.”
“What does that even mean?”
“It means that they were going to open the floodgates of the quintessence field, with Voltron as the focal point. They were going to try and energize Voltron completely with all the quintessence in their universe.”
“Like what Lotor did with Scincline?”
“No.” Lotor shakes his head. “What I did only soaked up a tiny portion of that sea of energy. Zarkon was trying to draw in the whole space-damned ocean.”
“But isn’t that...infinite?”
“Pretty much.” Pidge nods. “The amount of energy that would be funnelled into Voltron would effectively be endless. If Zarkon were to be inside Voltron when that happened assuming he survived...well he’d basically become all powerful. All the universe’s energy at his disposal. The notes say that Zarkon wanted to reshape the universe to his will, to make a reality where no one could ever resist his rule again.”
There is a collective shiver among the rooms inhabitants.
“Well...what happened?” Keith finally ask.
“Their calculations were wrong.” Pidge explains. “Nothing, not even Voltron could accept all of that energy at once. Voltron survived but the strain that trying to funnel all of that energy put on the fabric of space-time was unbearable. It actually frayed the fabric of their entire universe. They didn’t have much time after that. They used all the energy they were able to draw in to bore a hole into our reality, and the rest of it is history. The Darktron reality is just...dead. Torn to pieces.”
The room grows silent. Keith swallows hard, and forces himself to ask the question on everyone’s mind.
“...do you know what they’re going to do next.”
Pidge looks sick. “Some of the notes were more recent. The reports there indicate that...they’re going to try again. ”
“They...they’d really risk destroying a second universe? After what happened the first time?”
“Yes, but they have a resource they didn’t have before: the alteans. They have a unique relationship with quintessence and the colony was pretty much a gold-mine for them. Honerva plans open another breach to the quintessence field with the modified teleduv, and then use alteans in robeasts to filter the flow of quintessence, before in turn passing it off to their Voltron. With enough of the alteans she thinks she manage the massive flow of quintessence this time.”
“Is she right?”
“Honestly? I have no idea. The amount of math here...I could spend years going through it all.”
“So in other words, we have two nightmare scenarios. We just don’t know which one is most likely.”
“That’s pretty much it.”
Keith closes his eyes and sighs. When he opens his eyes, they are hard as stone.
“Then I don’t think I need to tell anyone in this room that failure is not an option. We will not let this happen to our reality. We’re going to stop Zarkon, and that starts with getting Allura back. We’re gonna need her to form Voltron and kick Zarkon and his cronies back down the hole they crawled into our reality from.”
He turns to Lotor. “We’ll do it your way. What do you need?”
“A ship. Fast one, with stealth.”
“Done.”
“And, whether I like it or not, I suspect I’ll have some company.” Lotor’s eyes flicker over to the blades, Acxa in particular.
“That’s right.”
“Then the only other thing I need is form you, is to distract Zarkon.”
“I think we can manage that.” Keith nods, he sweeps his gaze across the allied leaders of the Coalition. “Any question.”
There are none.
“Good.” His eyes narrow. “Let’s go get our Princess back.”
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