#parlexdrabble

[lostpaladin-violet]

Prelude - Drabble Prt 1

[EDIT/ UPDATE 7/15/18: in the months after I wrote this, some of the details never seemed to add up. I changed quite a bit of Zusu’s information & history. I’ve changed a bit of Parlex’s as well to be more realistic and fit with new information that has come out since Parlex was created around the end of season 2. I’m leaving this posterity. :) ] ---------- I’m writing a drabble or short story of sorts, setting up Parlex’s situation before he ends up in the cell with Shiro, in the rp between myself and @lonelypaladin

(Who’s a good rp partner. Very creative & easy to plot with.Not fast, but screw being fast when you have someone this reliable and great to work with. I’ll wait foreeeveeerrrr if I have to)

I haven’t edited it for grammar and continuity yet. I had to invent a few terms as the character Zusu is from a race I created because it gave me a way to add to the depth or dynamic of rps with Parlex and his fellow paladins because I have a tool by which to introduce situations that the paladins in VLD may have not encountered previously. AND, Zusu’s race doesn’t use him/her/she/his in reference to themselves. They use a variation of ande (part of the root of their racial name). It’s because they view themselves as either no-gender or single-gender (traditionalists vs modernists). However, a human would call them hermaphroditic.

The dust settled lightly across the hard ground. The mineral and rock encrusted shell covering the Balmeran could easily be mistaken for a regularly formed stone, etched by weather rather than being the result of several millennia of being surrounded by debris and asteroids. Parlex frowned as the dust crept closer to his own boots as it leapt off of Zusu’s paladin boots and onto the ground. How he missed the meadows of Dendaren with the grass so soft it was as light and delicate as a chick's downy feathers.

It certainly made for far more comfortable beds and blankets than what they had scavenged, bought, stolen, or traded this past decade. This Balmeran's atmosphere was cold compared to its counterparts, but it was the only one left that they had successfully kept hidden from the Galra Empire.

“You’re finding the dirt unusually fascinating today,” Zusu quiped with a dandes typical fluid tone. Zusu's race had a genetic and racially cultured voice which most found to be somewhere between sonorous or melodic. Zusu's was closer to sonorous where there was a hint of a masculine rumble in the throat that rolled into clearly enunciated words in a rhythm that was distinctly poetic.

Parlex looked up, giving the fellow paladin the exact smile which said, 'I have an idea’, that any sane person would consider a solid kick to the door of trouble to open in wide seeking some solution to their never-ending war.

“I think I've found him! It! Whatever he would want… “

Zusu's eyes widened, “Silver?”

The Anden sat down on the bench opposite of Parlex's. There was no one sitting close by in the living hall. Only a handful of their comrades in arms and a few of the indigenous Balmerans eating two long tables away. At the evening meal, the respite from the work day, the tables would be full of to the camp’s residents. Laborers, and warriors alike.

Parlex nodded and sat up straighter as he began to beam with enthusiasm, “We found records buried in the last hack. I don't think the Galra realized what they had. Probably dating back a century… or even within a decade or two of when we lost Silver.”

“Parlex…” Zusu's melody faltered with a degree of emotion that an Anden seldom showed. Softly ande continued, “ We can't do this again. You can't do this again. The rea.. “ Zusu quickly caught ande-self and amended, the original guardian is back. We need to find it, not the lost ones. Give it up, please.”

Immediately Parlex glared, his one natural eye drawing tight as there was a brief turn in the lens in his cybernetic eye which Zusu equated with the same inherent frustration Parlex's natural eye had just demonstrated. Violet's paladin hissed.

“And what? What are we going to do when we find them? Tell them we're sorry but we only have half a guardian to help you with?! We've been fighting for years, and where has this other guardian been? Lost? You really think that it's not another ploy!

Zusu frowned,  voice resuming its normal rhythm as Zusu studied the tension burning through ande fellow paladin. Parlex's eye glowed with the same intensity as the paladin's partner, Violet.

“The dictator has been dethroned, though temporarily. I received the confirmation not long before you signaled me. Cobalt went through and the probability is in compliance with our database. The original has returned and Zarkon has retreated. Unseen, but unfortunately not dead.”

“We will sing the stars alight with new fire, a hundred worlds reborn with our celebration when the manak is dead.”