#Prorok Lines

[galraluver]

Prorok lines, English dub

[drawnandredrawn]

YEAR LONG VOLTRON ART CHALLENGE --ORIGINAL VERSION

Okay so, was talking to @giugiuryu​ about this challenge, and decided that yes, it was time to write this list up and post it.

So below the cut here we have 365 Voltron art prompts, one for each day of the year!  This list was written up by my lovely wife @wireslide​ and is very, VERY informed by her personal preferences and headcanons.  So I invite anyone and everyone to join me in the fun of doing this challenge, but also to make changes to the list where you see fit.  Don’t want to add stuff from the comics?  Want Lotor prompts?  Need the entire ‘draw these two people together’ section to be exclusively your OTPs?  Make it so!  I, for example, will NOT be doing the list exactly as posted, but making a few changes where the daily prompt doesn’t really catch my interest.  So think of this as a framework and jumping off point for your ideal year of Voltron.

And please, please tag me if you plan to join in!  I’d love to follow and watch your progress!

PART 1: DOODLES, SKETCHES, AND STUDIES

FOCUS ON STYLE - Sketch the topics below and get into your style

Bayards

Haxus (head/face)

Space Mice

Markings/scars

Insignia

Sendak (head/face)

Shiro  (head/face)

Lance  (head/face)

Keith  (head/face)

Pidge  (head/face)

Hunk  (head/face)

Allura  (head/face)

Coran  (head/face)

Nyma  (head/face)

Trigel   (head/face)

Rollo  (head/face)

Zarkon  (head/face)

Gyrgan  (head/face)

Blaytz  (head/face)

Matt  (head/face)

ANATOMY STUDIES - Spend time understanding how their bodies fit together

Arusians

Galra

Olkari

Bi-Boh-Bii

Krellians (insectoid)

Mu

Taujeerians

Krellians (draconic)

Kotka (domestic)

Yuppers

Slav

Bob

Mer

Balmerans

Borf (Kosmo The Space Wolf)

Alteans

Narti

Unilu

Kotka (wild)

Yalmor

Dhavdabau

Kaltenecker

Kova

Ranveig's Beast

Myzax

Balmerans (different)

Krellians (draconic-dragon form)

Galra (different)

Chameleon/Drazil

Baku

INORGANIC - Study by sketching or painting

Accessories

Chain Sword

Sendak's arm

Kuron's (fully activated) arm

Shiro's Altean arm

Rover

Beezer

N-7

Galra Sentry

Altean sentinel

Altean Target Drones

Lifegiver Statues

Kral Zera Altar

Marmorran Blade

BOM Mask

Druid Mask

Lance's Rifle

Space Junkyard

Altean Broadsword

Hunk's Bunker Buster

Pidge's Grapple Taser Thing

Haxus' Legs

Myzax's Weapon

Balmera Crystal

Galra Connective cables

Komar

Zaiforge Cannon

Zaiforge base

Robeast Prorok

Xanthorium Crystals

SHIPS - Like...ships.

Black Lion

Red Lion

Blue Lion

Green Lion

Yellow Lion

Altean Pod

Galra Fighter

Galra Cruiser

Taujeerian Ship

Olia's ship

Olkari Fighter

Lotor's Flagship

Blade of Marmora Outpost (Ulaz's)

Lotor's Crazy Ivan Ship

Galra Bridge

Olia's Bridge

Castle of Lions Bridge

Lion Cockpit

Robeast Coffin

Altean Pod Cockpit

Galra Hangar Bay

Altean ship

Komar Mech

Honerva's Mech

Sincline

Angel of Death (fusion mech)

Mobile Suit Zarkon

Galra Central Command

Castle of Lions

IGF Atlas

VAGUE TOPICS - more abstract prompts. Doodle, sketch, and study whatever comes to mind for these.

Power Source

Oriande

Alchemy/Alchemists

Monsters & Mana

Lion Goddess

The Rise of Voltron

Space Mall

Hole in the Sky

The Voltron Show!

Kral Zera

The Black Paladins

Lion's Pride

Clear Day

Battle Scars

Blade of Marmora

Druids

Battlefield Loss

Gladiator

Altea

Remembrance

Galaxy Garrison

Crown

Sacred

Forgiveness

Space Madness

Blood Ties

Microwave

Down Time

Rebels

TRANSPARENCY

Oldadins

Rebirth

Redeath

Alternate Universe

Bargaining

Escape

Family

Arena

Daibazaal

Arus

Quintessence

Balmera

Olkarion

Princess

Firstborn

Sheath

Ressurection

Altean Colony

Betrayal

Love

Memorial

Bounty Hunters

Space Pirates

General/s

VREPIT SA

Distortion

Sacrifice

Redemption

Vengeance

Heritage

Magic

Food Goo

Feels Bad, Man

Freedom

Addiction

Birth

Death

Adam

Justice

Peace

PART 2: ONCE MORE, WITH POLISH!

A COAT OF POLISH - move of out sketching, move into more detailed and polished figures! Lines!  Colors!

Wing Commander Shiro

Lance

Hunk

Pidge

Allura

Keith

Shiro

Coran

Young Zarkon

Young Alfor

Trigel

Gyrgan

Blaytz

Young Honerva

Krolia

Ezor

Zethrid

Throk

Morvok

Macidus

Romelle

James Griffin

Nadia Rizavi

Veronica 

Sam Holt

Matt Holt

Young Sendak

Young Haxus

Ladnok

Ranveig

Herschel

Slav

Hira

Moxilous

Empress Allura

Gladiator Shiro

Pike

Block

Meklenor

Mystical Archer of Valyuun

Thunderstorm Darkn'ess

Paladin Shiro/Jiro

Dakon, The Dark Wizard

Honerva

Young Lotor

Young Allura

Antok

Regris

Kolivan

Acxa

Narti

Lotor

Thace

Haggar

Emperor Zarkon

Adam

Ryan Kinkade

Ina Leifsdottir

Iverson

Colleen Holt

Sendak

Haxus

Gnov

Trugg

Sniv

Olia

Curtis

Taavo

Firstborn Allura

Gladiator Lance

MULTIPLE FIGURES - FRIENDS, ENEMIES...SHIPPERS!  Ink me your lines!  Time for multiple figures!  Swap duos out as pleases you!

Shiro & Lance

Hunk & Keith

Shiro & Keith

Zarkon & Honerva

Shiro & Sendak

Keith & Adam

Shiro & Matt

Coran & Kythalian

Allura & Lance

Shiro & Ulaz

Pidge & Matt

Shiro & Gary

Lance & Blue

Shiro & Black

Allura & Romelle

Acxa & Gregory

Narti & Ezor

Antok & Kolivan

Pidge& Keith

Lance & Lotor

Shiro & Hepta

James & Keith

Acxa & Narti

Ryan & Hunk

Veronica & Nadia

Romelle & Acxa

Hunk & Lance

Keith & Lance

Zarkon & Alfor

Zarkon & Sendak

Kuron & Lance

Shiro & Adam

Keith & Matt

Allura & Shiro

Shiro & Ezor

Pidge & Haxus

Keith & Sendak

Ezor & Zethrid

Zarkon & Black

Hunk & Romelle

Acxa & Ezor

Narti & Lotor

Keith & Regris

Shiro & Curtis

Kuron & Lotor

Acxa & Zethrid

Krolia & Keith’s Dad

Acxa & Veronica

Lance & James

Ryan & Shiro

PART 3: BACKGROUND = CHARACTER

BACKGROUND ADDS CHARACTER - Add extra detail, backgrounds, and extra figures.  Create polished images from more abstract prompts.

Voltron

Black

Blue

Oriande

Galra Sentries

Ryner

Plaxum&Crew

Olia&Crew

Robeast Zarkon (life support armor, from Blood Duel)

Close-up Deltarian Host

Space Pub

Altea (Pollux)

2+ Lotor's Generals

Galra Teeeeth

Sphinx

Shuttle Crash

2+ Garrison Brass

Quintessence Processing

Cloning Facility

Evil Wizard's Lair (M&M)

Red

Yellow

Green

Blade of Marmora HQ

Space Pirates

Alternate Universe

Melenor

Blades of Marmora

Rollo, Nyma, Beezer

2+ Oldadins

Rift-Steeped Lotor

Daibazaal

Altea (Arus)

Feyiv

Yalex Temple

Keith’s Dad’s House

Atlas Bridge

Space Whale

Quintessence Poisoning

Dream Machine

FUCKING Y I K E S - Multiple characters and complex scenes.  Push yourself.  Try poses with multiple characters interacting and scenes with difficult perspective.

Current Paladins

MFE Pilots +Ronnie

Keith +Family

Lance + Family

Shiro, Adam, Iverson, Matt

Altean Alchemists

Medical Area

Central Command

Space Mall

Space Battle

Oldadins

Galra Command Circle

Holts

Hunk + Family

Garrison Trio

Slave Market

Space Junkyard

Coronation

Tavern/Inn (M&M)

Wedding

PART 5: LEGENDARY ARTIST

CONGRATULATIONS, THIS IS THE HOME STRETCH!  IF YOU WERE NOT A LEGENDARY ARTIST ALREADY YOU SURE ARE NOW!  Don’t feel like these prompts need to be finished in a day.  Take your time.  Think of the most epic scene you’ve wanted to draw and call upon your powers to make it so.  Savor your victory.  Flaunt your mad skills you funky little artist.

Allura v. Haggar

Galra Arena Fight

Kuron And The Clones

Empress Allura v. Zarkon (Alternate Universe)

The End and Beginning of the Multiverse

[medu-nefer]

5 - Gunpoint - Thace

(read it on ao3) (Warning: Suicide/Suicide Attempt)

The glass clinked quietly when Thace set it down with not enough care. The Galra winced and looked up at the bartender but the accident apparently went unnoticed.

Before he took another sip of his drink, he heard a familiar voice cry out in triumph and he turned slightly to look over his shoulder. Then, he raised his arm and waved, catching the newcomers’ attention.

The Paladins approached him with Lance leading the way. The Blue Paladin patted him on the shoulder and peeked into his glass.

‘Whatcha drinking, big guy?’

Thace shrugged. ‘Just some whisky, I think.’

‘You think?’

Thace turned to look at Keith, taking in his raised eyebrow and a poorly suppressed smirk. Then, he grinned and leaned back on the bar.

‘Well, you took your time. Had to entertain myself somehow.’

He could feel the pull of the scar tissue on his face when his lips spread in a smile. It’s been deca-phoebs since the end of the war, and three more since the explosion that had cost him his left arm and leg and left huge plains of scar tissue on his body.

Now, he no longer felt pain – or at least, not for the most part. There were bad days too, of course. He was lucky he had prostheses, though, and at least the limbs themselves never ached or failed him in any other way.

Three vargas later found the six Paladins, Coran and Thace at a table in the far corner of the bar. Glasses and plates littered the tabletop, and boisterous laughter filled the air.

They remembered the endless shenanigans the youngsters had always seemed to be up to in the Castle of Lions. They laughed upon hearing some of Coran’s ridiculous anecdotes. They fake-gagged when Lance kissed Allura on the cheek and she whispered in his ear.

At some point, Thace leaned back and took them all in, basking in their camaraderie and friendship. They were all so different but fit together perfectly.

Shiro, the reason they were here now in the first place. The poor man had been through so much and still remained such a sweet person.

Keith, the lone-wolf-turned-family-man, grown so much. A true hero, with so much space in his heart and the wish to push as many people into it as possible. He was Thace’s favourite, if he was honest. Shiro was close second.

Lance, so happy and cheerful, and supportive. They had all been working on his insecurities and now there was less troubling him, finally.

Hunk, a true sweetheart. A culinary and technological genius in soft packaging. He always put Thace at ease.

Pidge, who made him realise he wasn’t quite as good at hacking or programming as he had thought. And there was nothing more important to her than her family.

Allura, so strong and brave in the face of horrible tragedy. She wasn’t perfect, but then again, who was? She was as perfect as one could.

And Coran. This man was a treasure, really. He really was a gorgeous man.

A little unwillingly, he returned his focus to the current topic. It appeared the Earthlings were exchanging their best “pick up lines”. He listened to them for a while, delighting in the Alteans’ almost horrified expressions, until everyone turned to him expectantly.

Thace pursed his lips, faking being in deep thought. Then, he leaned forward, half-hooded eyes fixed on Lance and a teasing smirk tugging at his lips.

‘If looks could kill, you would be a weapon of mass destruction.’

The table erupted in laughter, Thace’s own louder than anyone else’s. They didn’t have to know it would actually be a good one for a Galra, since fighting was in their blood. Irrelevant now.

Eventually, Thace decided it was time to call it a night.

‘All right, I’m going to head home,’ he announced, seeing slightly unfocused faces turning towards him. ‘I’m really glad we managed to meet tonight. I had fun.’

‘Aww, come here, you big guy!’ Lance cried and threw himself at Thace, wrapping his arms around his huge frame.

Soon, both Alteans and Paladins had had their turn, and only Keith remained. Thace hugged him for a little longer than the others, and held him a little more tightly. When he finally released him, he still kept his hands on the young man’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes.

‘Tell Krolia I miss our old days, and that I’m glad I’ve met her. And Kolivan, too.’

Keith frowned. ‘Why won’t you tell them yourself?’

Thace shrugged. ‘It may be a while until I see them again, and you will, and soon. That’s all.’

The spy gave the youngster a reassuring smile and finally let him go. He glanced at them all once more, made his final farewells, and left.

The night was brisk and quite dark already. Well, all the better views. Thace loved Earth, especially at night. The quiet, empty streets with few people scurrying around and an odd vehicle driving unhurriedly. Sometimes, he could see the stars.

That was one of the drawbacks of living on Earth. Humans loved their light and surrounded themselves with it, making it hard to spot anything in the sky at night. Still, the rest made up for the lack of visible celestial bodies.

The walk to his apartment wasn’t long, maybe just over a dozen doboshes. To Thace, it felt both all too short and like eternity.

When he walked up the stairs, he let all traces of his smile drop from his face, returning to the more natural expression of indifference and tiredness. Stars, did he feel old. Strange, since he had been fine just a couple of deca-phoebs ago.

The thought made him grit his teeth and he didn’t waste any more time getting inside his apartment.

It was a luxurious, beautiful place, tasteful yet cosy. The interior was a perfect blend of Galra technology and decorations with Earth’s usual interior designs.

Thace hated it.

It was quiet and empty, devoid of what he had always believed truly made a place one’s home.

The Marmoran took his jacket off and hung it in the wardrobe, then padded over to the kitchen island and drank the rest of the water from his half-empty glass. After that, he took some time to clean up the place.

And then, he slowly walked over to the massive window in the living room, stopping just by the coffee table. He stared at the dark silhouettes of trees of the nearby park, then lifted his gaze to check if he could see any stars. Just barely, but yes.

Well, it would have to do.

Without looking, he reached down and grabbed the only object on the table, and brought it closer to his face.

A brand new model of a pulse gun. He didn’t know exactly how it worked but enough to know it would do for what he had planned. And it wasn’t messy, so there was that.

Taking a deep breath, he raised it to his head, pointing at his temple.

An awful smile tugged at his lips. He must be really messed up if all he could feel was impatience – and pain, always pain.

He unlocked it and was about to press the trigger when he heard something. Before he could do anything, he felt someone’s presence behind him.

‘Thace?’

He turned on his heel, his eyes locking with Keith’s. Thace hated how small and confused his voice had sounded. Now, he was staring at the spy as if he had never seen an alien before, his eyes wide and his mouth partially open.

‘I think I’ve left my book last time I came over,’ the youngster whispered, eyes still glued to Thace and his still poised arm. ‘You weren’t picking up your phone so I decided to come over myself.’

Thace’s eyes narrowed and he used his free hand to point at the bookshelf without a word.

But Keith didn’t move. He was scared and his Galra features were showing.

‘Put it away, Thace, please,’ he said softly.

The Galra shook his head slowly. ‘I can’t.’

‘Yes, you can, Thace. You don’t have to do this. Whatever it is, we can deal with it, okay? It’s all right.’

And just like that, Thace snapped. The tame in his heart broke and he started shaking.

‘No! No, it isn’t!’ He was breathing heavily now. ‘He’s dead. He’s dead and I got him killed,’ he rasped, desperation making him sound crazed.

‘What are you talking about?’

‘If I hadn’t lowered the solar barrier, Prorok wouldn’t have been transformed. He wouldn’t have been sent after you.’

It had taken a moment for Keith to connect the dots but when he did, a horrible pang lanced through his heart.

‘Thace, you had nothing to do with Ulaz’s death. You really didn’t. He sacrificed himself to save us, because we couldn’t defeat that Robeast. Please, Thace, put it down.’

‘No, no, no, no, no. It’s my fault. It’s all my fault. I could have stopped it. I could have done something.’

‘No, Thace, you couldn’t. It was Zarkon who gave the order and Haggar who transformed him. You had nothing to do with it. Do you blame us?’

‘No.’

‘Then why are you doing this to yourself? It was war, Thace, people died. All we can do is remember and honour them by living the life we all wanted.’

‘I can’t do it anymore,’ Thace mumbled, as if he no longer could hear Keith. ‘I can’t do this.’

‘Yes, you can, Thace. We’re here for you. You know that.’

‘No, I— I need him. I need him here.’

‘I know you’re hurting, and that Ulaz was your friend. I don’t think it’s your fault, but if you do, Thace, each of our actions could have condemned someone. If we hadn’t been gone for three years, the Blade wouldn’t be picked out the way it was.’

‘You don’t know how it feels.’ Thace’s throat was burning, as if he’d swallowed a shot of pure acid. He was dimly aware that he was crying but he didn’t care. He didn’t have the strength to keep pretending anymore.

‘Thace, I—’

‘You haven’t killed your mate!’

He couldn’t stand looking at Keith, at the heartbroken look on his face. He turned back to the window, saw how badly his hand shook. He kept looking at Keith’s reflection and made sure the youngster was aware of that.

‘I’d rather be nowhere with him than somewhere without him.’

He wasn’t sure what he was doing but he had been lost ever since he found out about Ulaz’s death. He couldn’t imagine living a violence-free life without the love of his life. No lazy mornings, no goodnight kisses, no future young. It was all gone. All of it, buried beneath the pitiful remains of his memory. And Thace didn’t want that. It wasn’t enough.

‘Thace, we all care about you,’ Keith spoke up suddenly. ‘We want to have you as our lifelong friend, not one we have to bury, and at time of peace.‘

Thace didn’t respond.

‘Do you think Ulaz would want you to do this?’

He shook his head slightly. ‘No. It would break his heart,’ he whispered.

‘We love you, Thace. Please, don’t do this. You know your place.’

Keith was right. They all cared about him. Hunk had been sending him recipes to try out, just because he thought Thace might like them, and he had never asked for it. Pidge sent him memes daily. Lance would call him once a week and prattle about his life, and how amazing the New Altea was, and insisting that he had to come visit. Coran would invite him to movies when he was on Earth so they could learn more about the culture.

Every single one of them had accepted him as a part of the team. Each of them would be heartbroken if he died.

Keith was right. He knew his place.

People belonged together, even if separated by worlds – like the Paladins.

His hand stopped shaking and remained as motionless as the prosthetic. Tension left his body, leaving him feeling unbelievably light.

He found Keith’s eyes in the reflection.

‘Yes, Keith. I do. Thank you.’ He smiled at the reflection and his smile turned soft when he saw Keith’s own lighting up his face.

His finger twitched against the trigger.

He belonged with Ulaz, always and forever.

[rosiebrie]

Reference: Galra Voice Actors

I like making lists for fun so... I made a list of the VAs of all the named Galra and some that are unnamed, but had speaking roles (but not all of them). Lemme know if I made a mistake so I can fix it- all the information is from the wiki and from GenerationWest’s “Complete Series Edition” of Voltron Characters and Voice actors.

Antok- Trevor Devall

Beta Traz Warden- Fred Tatasciore

Big Armored Pirate on Zethrid and Ezor’s Crew- Fred Tatasciore (s7)

Commander Bogh- Trevor Torseth

Commander Branko- Ike Amadi

Commander Drick- Grey Griffin

Commander Gnov- Cherise Boothe

Commander Ladnok- Katie Lowes

Commander Mar- Kevin Durand

Commander Morvok- David W. Collins 

Commander Prorok- Keith Ferguson 

Commander Sendak- Jake Eberle

Commander Sniv- Nolan North

Commander Throk- Tony Curran

Commander Trugg- Laura Post

Doctor Haggar- Grey Griffin

Emperor Zarkon- Kevin Durand (pre-corruption), Neil Kaplan (post-corruption)

Female NY-Accented Galra Pirate on Zethrid and Ezor’s Crew- Kari Wahlgren

Fentress- Kari Wahlgren

General Acxa- Anika Noni Rose (until “The Hunted”), Erica Luttrell, Cherise Boothe (“Kral Zera”)

General Ezor- Kimiko Glenn, Kimberly Brooks (for one line in s8)

General Herreh- Mark Rolston

General Narti- None

General Raht- Bill Millsap

General Zethrid- Jamie Gray Hyder

Governess Dayak- Andrea Romano (young), Mary McDonald-Lewis (old)

Hawkins- Fred Tatasciore (s7), John DiMaggio (s8)

Ilun- Cherise Boothe

Keith Kogane- Steven Yeun

Kolivan- Mark Rolston

Krolia- Ana Gasteyer 

Lieutenant Haxus- Robin Atkin Downes

Lieutenant Hepta- Matthew Mercer

Lieutenant Letch- Nolan North

Male Pirate that Messed with Pidge's Bayard on Zethrid and Ezor’s Crew- Tony Curran 

Medic Who Delivered Lotor- AJ LoCascio

Prince Lotor- AJ LoCascio

Quartermaster Janka- Fred Tatasciore

Regris- Josh Keaton

Thace- Mick Wingert 

That One Female Commander from Season 4 (can’t remember the ep, tell me if you know)- Jessica McKenna

The Archivist- Michael Bell

Throk's General Friend- Travis Willingham

Ulaz- Arnold Vosloo

Varkon- Fred Tatasciore 

Vrek- None

Vrepit Sal- Fred Tatasciore 

Warlord Lahn- Ray Chase

Warlord Ranveig- Angus Sampson

[ganymedesclock]

Okay so... I’ve gotten so distracted talking about the Atlas that I didn’t make a post about this beauty! Which is a crying shame. Because when it comes to the Hammerhead Robeast, as I call her, I have two major contentions:

1. Haggar has likely retrieved Sincline and is using Lotor’s designs and research for her own purposes, and the Hammerhead is merely a prototype for what’s to come

and

2. I don’t think the podded Altean removed from Hammerhead’s body was only a battery.

For point number one, well.. if you look at Hammerhead and you look at Sincline:

Look at the shoulder plates, look at the prongs on the feet, the lateral ‘fins’ on the head, the spines protruding from the center of the hips and the overall “hourglass figure” build of it. The “cuffs” on the wrists with fully articulated hands. The glowing ‘panes’ on the upper biceps.

Furthermore, you can compare Sincline’s favored two blade weapons:

to what the Hammerhead splits its scythe into:

Several of those pieces- the specific way the foot prongs are set up- are allusions to the generals’ armor, not something Haggar would put on a structure on her own. While other pieces of it highly resemble the upgraded sentries (its overall color scheme and face plate in particular) I can’t help but feel the Hammerhead was designed by Haggar looking at Sincline. Which she wouldn’t have seen back in s6 because Sincline was only assembled in full after she’d tapped her sleeper agent spy- Shiro- and he was in a totally different galaxy trying to kill Keith.

Haggar has retrieved Lotor from the rift. Collected him, as she collected the colony Alteans, and that’s most likely what she’s been so busy with while AWOL for four years with the druids and Sendak keeping all her enemies busy. With the Hammerhead being the fruit of her labors.

The Hammerhead has Haggar’s handiwork all over it. Its chest laser uses her unique black-on-purple energy scheme that we’ve never seen even other druids use, it’s explicitly compared to the Komar, her previous opus, and I was thinking about how much s1e3 and s7e13 mirror each other. Sendak is set up against the paladins and fails, his ship crashes... and Haggar rapidly retaliates by sending down a Robeast.

But it’s using Lotor’s designs, Lotor’s work, Lotor���s research. And, given the revelation of the Altean inside of it, the people Lotor wanted to protect- which was his goal, as he repeatedly says- he earnestly believed sacrificing a proportionately small number of the colony Alteans was his only means to stay in power to protect the rest of them.

That’s significant, because it raises the implication that Haggar’s use of Lotor’s work is likely against Lotor’s own wishes... but Haggar made it clear she was going to move ahead with this back in s6e5.

Remember:

Haggar’s primary objective with tapping Shiro as her spy was to bring Lotor to her. That’s why she started watching in s5e2, after her flashback about Lotor. In s6e5 she had Shiro leave a trap for the paladins but focus overwhelmingly on bringing Lotor and the Sincline ships to her. She didn’t have him stay behind and kill any of the people he took out.

Haggar put an awful lot of effort into that whole dramatic Honerva reveal and trying to talk Lotor to her side. As soon as he didn’t go for it, she got angry, and demanded the generals take him away from her, which makes two things clear: she wants Lotor, and she doesn’t care how Lotor feels about it- if he won’t walk into her arms as her son, he’ll stay as her prisoner.

She also outright commends Lotor for “continuing my work” which in and of itself suggests she’s got interest in what Lotor was doing on the colony and with Sincline- since she did want those ships.

It’s unlike Haggar to just passively give up on something she sunk that much effort and resources into. It’s unlike Haggar to give up on anything, unless she’s got a bigger fish to fry that will get her the same result. So I really doubt Acxa threatening her once with a shot that she effortlessly dodged was enough to make her give up on Lotor, who she’s been scheming after for a while.

And Haggar has a marked habit of attacking right at the end of a battle. As soon as her enemies are exhausted or don’t have any fight left in them.

Let’s think about how nicely s6 worked out for Haggar.

Lotor rejects her, sneers in her face, he’s adamantly her enemy, he doesn’t want her approval, and the last thing he’s gonna do is share his work and the people who he at least has mixed sentiments about wanting to protect with her. He actively challenges her that the end is near and he only might spare her.

And then Lotor rushes off, urgently, trying to reconnect with Allura, the generals, the rift, and three for three, they all fall through on him. Sincline has its defenses torn down by Voltron, who’s unable to stay in the area to secure it, Lotor’s alone, and very likely injured himself.

He’s in no state to fight a second drawn out battle against Haggar, who we caught only the faintest glimpse how vast Haggar’s forces are in s6e5.

Haggar could just pluck him out of the rift like an apple off the tree. She’s got Sincline, and she’s had enough time to study it. She may have even had Lotor’s “help” constructing Hammerhead, because it’s established that when the empire (both Slav and Sam Holt’s cases) or Haggar (the many allusions that druids can search people’s minds) really wants someone to design for them, they don’t take no for an answer.

So I would expect Lotor is alive and out of the rift, but, in one way or another, he’s either Haggar’s prisoner or her thrall.

Onto point number two:

Hammerhead doesn’t merely stand out compared to the other robeasts for her sheer power, but the versatility of her armaments and strategic cunning. Because the robeasts as we’ve seen them are one-trick ponies; Prorok as a galra comes up with rather ingenious tactics like we see in s1e7, while as a beast in s2e3, he operates exclusively by vacuum, laser, rinse and repeat. Drazil’s one trick is lasers. Myzax’s one trick is catching people between his own attacks and the energy ball.

They lack much imagination, and we never see them obviously take in and reconsider their environment.

But Mecha Zarkon, and Sincline have an edge in that category because the person inside hasn’t been turned into a monster, they’re still awake. They’re driving.

And Hammerhead is more like Sincline than Drazil in this regard. She obviously strategizes- uses very different tactics vs. Voltron and vs. Atlas. When Atlas first takes the battlefield in its combat form, Hammerhead backs far off and stays away from its blasts, then changes to hit and run moves using that bigger energy form sparingly and trying to hit Atlas in its blind spots, use its size and relative slowness against it.

Hammerhead has a broad diversity of weapons and makes use of all of them. With the implication being...

This person is not merely the beating heart of the Hammerhead beast... she was likely its mind as well. Voltron and Atlas weren’t fighting a robeast with a hostage... they were fighting her.

Which puts a whole new concerning edge on this stinger, and what’s going to happen in s8 when she wakes up. How conscious she was, how deliberate her attacks were... that she’s at least in some sense a victim is obvious to me because an exploitative, abusive person like Haggar doesn’t change her stripes, but if the Hammerhead fight is an indication of this lady’s personality, I’d expect her to be tenacious, clever, and aggressive by her own merits.

Especially because while I know I’ve been enthusiastically looking for a certain DotU Queen of Darkness in every mystery female character that shows up...

This is a pale-skinned redhead with “horns” positioned up and wide on her forehead with distinctive blue shoulder pads, pointed ears (since she is an Altean) and... just compare the line on Merla’s metal headpiece to the “shadow” on the pod Altean’s helmet, and the red, diamond-shaped “brooch” both of them have in the exact same place.

Which, incidentally, if this is correct, would be another thread pointing towards Lotor’s survival- since Merla mostly worked with Lotor. And it could also be very interesting since, if I recall correctly, there genuinely was a scene where Merla appealed to the paladins to try and get them to help Lotor (she questions them being defenders who are supposed to help anyone in need, no matter who it is, to which Lance fires back a “Lotor’s not a who, he’s a what” which IIRC Jeremy Shada actually recreated in his modern Lance voice once at fan request)

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there was some problem with my laptop and it wouldn’t save my drafted so I had to copy pasted so of it and I did a lot of editing but there are something I couldn't fix and I'm sorry about that now have fun reading this chapter it’s a long one  book one chapter 26  Haven

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In the Galra command center Empire Zarkon sat on his throne hearing the damage report and the casualty list  from  when votron attacked with Prorok kneeling before him.

“ We have lost over 25 battleship, 32 warships ,19 destroyers, 6 dreadnaughts ,over 6 hundred fights, over 1 thousand sentries “Thace sighed heavily  as he look at the ever growing list of fallen soldier” Three hundred soldiers and counting”

“ it is sad to hear that. But do we know how the princess escaped?” ZArkon asked not really caring about this news

“it seem like one of are sentries were hack. then lead her to a ship that had slipped in to one of our hangers during the battle with the lions ant Valkyrie  sir” Thace said

“Have you found out who lower barrier and let voltron escape ?” Prorok asked hopping that with the culprit found that Zarkon’s wraith will fall upon them instead of him

“  You don’t have to worry about that Prorok I think I'm about to save months of investigating if I remove the one who has been chipping away at my victory. The one who sent his fleet to capture voltron with out my permission“  Zarkon said starring at the kneeling Prorok  as two guards walked up behind him and grabbed him and started to drag him away

“ No my lord your making a mistake. Your making the galra weaker. THIS IS MISTAKE. YOU OLD FOOL YOU HAVE DOOMED US ALL YOU HAVE DOOMED US ALL” Prorok yelled as he was dragged to Haggars lab.

“lieutenant Thace take you place before me” Zarkon said calmly 

“ Yes my lord” thace said

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYLLvLneU2k&t=17s

“You have now been promoted to fleet commander and will now let the investigation do not fail me” Zarkon said

“I will not my lord “ thace said 

“Jay was started to wake up from the crash because of this planets sun  light shining in through vas eyes . this was the second time he had passed out and crashed after he when though a wormhole He thought to himself. His entire body was sore as he was getting up from the floor and sat back down in his chair. “Hey val you alive�� He asked there was no response from his partner.Then a loud groaning sound rang through out the mechanical dragon.”good to see your up and running my friend. now where are we ?”  

“ it seem like were currently on a planet made up of nothing but swamp lands from what my scanners say also there seems to be a settlement about three hundred miles from here. An are long range comms are down and we can’t fly for a days ” She replied as she was getting getting up from the bog she was half submerged in

“Alright let head to that settlement and lets hope they let us use their comms tower if they have one and if they don’t then well just wait out your repairs”Jay said as he removed his helmet and lend back in his chair as vals started running towards the settlement

the planet they were on was full of colorful creatures that ran from val as she ran a cross the muddy land scape.some of the beasts that didn’t run from here were huge like the massive birds or the massive spiders that hde under the muddy and tried to fight Val only to loss a leg or any eye or the mountain sized turtles that walked in a hoard they has trunks like any elephant that helped them pull out the spiders from there hole or to drink water.the Flore here was very much like a jungle he saw massive tree that block out the sun or the giant man eating planet that just clamped down on a monkey like creature. This place was beautiful and he couldn’t wait to show the other the pictures he was take.

in the empty streets of the colony as the sun was starting to set  two kids were sneaking around an abandon restaurant looking for food

  “HEY Bastion I found more food” the smaller of the two kids yelled as he waved a can of food from behind a counter to his older brother

“Usamu keep your voice down” Bastion quickly moved from the kitchen to his little brother and grabbed the can from his brother’s hand and placed it in a bag with other cans of food 

Why the monsters are asleep right” Usamu asked in a hushed voiced

“yes but some of them wake up earlier then other or you could tell  bandit where we ar” Bastion freeze and pulled usamu under the counter and put his hand or his little brother mouth. As the sounds of people moving through the kitchen

”I swore that I heard someone in here” man1 said in a hushed tone

“Yeah sure you did are you sure the stress isn’t getting to you Ban “man 2 said  

“Shut up your going to wake that thing up” Ban said still in his hushed tone and pointed toward a red mound that was rhythmical breathing 

“why are you so worried it’s just a drone . They’re easy to kill and are heavy sleepers” man 2 said as he fired his blaster into the air once to prove a point and looked to the still sleeping drone 

Bastion held onto his little brother who was breathing rapidly  after the shots were fired. this wasn’t good  and bastion know that .He had noticed  his little brother eye were going from a calm kind blue to a dark purple meaning Usamu was starting to lose control  

“what the hell are you doing do you want to die”  Ban yelled completely forgetting about the red mound  

“see ban  nothing to worry abogghhgghh.” the second man looked down at his chest and saw a sickle like claw jutting out covered in his own green blood.

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He turned his head to see a humanoid insectoid being with . It towered over the one man shaking to raise his rifle . it was about seven feet tall with a lanky and smooth body with a dark red color carapace that within the dark kitchen made it even more intimidating then it already was. with its lack of eyes and it’s hand still imbedded into the other mans. a line appeared going down it’s face where the jaw would be as it let out a loud vicious buzzing screech causing the jaw to spilt in to four pieces each having rows of teeth. it throw the body of the man it impaled and charged the other man with it’s four sickled arms.Bastion and usamu listened to blaster fire and a louder screech and a body hitting the metal floor.

”goddess be dammed Reve you had one job and you blow it. You big moron. it’s almost sundown better get back to the hide out” Ban said 

“ Us are you ok?” Bastion Asked in calm voice .trying to keep his brother from losing control and lobotomizing everything in a two mile radius

“ I’m scarred”  he said .Holding onto his brother trying to keep his cool as the darkness started to takeover his visons 

“ I know I know.” Bastion said trying to keep it together himself  “ok lets move quickly and quietly “

“Alright” Usamu said grabbing the bag of food they had collected  

the door to the restaurant opened letting out chime. Causing the brothers to freeze up. A Silence fell upon the restaurant only being broken by heavy foot falls and a low deep buzzing. Followed by two smaller sets of foot step.  the Ban looked into the dinning room and  saw two more bugs accompanied by a hulking beast. it was taller then the two next to it .the only thing it had in common with them was it’s dark red carapace,the number of arms and it’s lack of eye. what made it differenced was instead of bladed it’s four arms were much thicker arms that ended in polydactyl claws. it’s body was covered in small spikes and a single horn jutting out of it’s head. Ban starred at three beasts just standing there just moving their heads around listening  for the source of the noise. Ban starred to move backwards slowly going to the back door he and Reve had come in from. Bastion and Usamu were still hiding under the counter when the sound of pots hitting the ground followed by a loud screeching  the sound of people running , things being crushed and a door being opened then it being smashed opened . The two brothers sat there for a few minutes then they heard a screech from out side then the sound of a blaster being fired. a few more minutes passed, 

“ Ok I think the coast is clear let me check” Bastion said as he moved from their hiding place from under the counter. As he peeked over the counter he saw that the dinning room was empty”  ok the coast is cle-” Bastion froze when a drone that had stayed behind to collected the bodies that  had walked out of the kitchen with the two bodies hooked on it’s claws.

“ Hey Bastion what is wro-” Usamu said as he peeked out from under the counter.Then he froze up as well when he saw the drone stand there looking at him with it’s blank slat of a face

the drone started walking toward the noise with the bodies still hooked to it. Usamu tried to leave the small space he was hiding in only to be face to face with the Bug’s open razor tooth maw .His heart was beating fast his breathing was becoming more an more  sporadic as the bug got closer to him. He felt his horns start to grow again. This was bad he didn’t want to lost control again he didn’t want to hurt people again he didn’t want to go back to the dark place. He closed his eyes and put his hands on his head trying to keep control. Then he heard the bug let out a screech of pain then heard a screech of pain from bastion and a table being knocked to the ground.

Usamu jetted out from under the counter and saw that the bug had a dagger in it's back. He also saw bastion slumped against a table and a bleeding shoulder

“ Run!!!” Bastion yelled as the drone started to wake toward him. this was it.This is how it all ended .But at least his little brother got away safely. He watched as the bug walked towards him. Then a wave of purple aura expanded throughout the restaurant and caused the bug to freeze . he looked passed the bug to see his brother floating there. His eye’s were no longer the light kind blue they were now a dark purple

“ Stop breathing” 

An hour Earlier  

Jay and Val had made to the settlements .

“ So Val have you been able to contacted anyone in there ?” Jay asked starring at the gate

“No one seem to beat the control at the time. But something doesn't fell right about this place if I being honest” She said looking for a new way into the settlement

“ Why is that?” He asked

“ there seems to be a low number of  life signs for a settlement this big”

“ So maybe there was a plague or a purge or there is a monster that is killing poelpe or the galra showed up and killed a lot of people here” Jay said as he was knocking on the door trying to find a weakpoint” Hey Val can you pry the door open for me please “

“ Alright then” Val stabbed her wings into the door and pried the door open. giving Jay an opening to he could slip though 

The door slammed behind with a loud echoing boom .Jay looked around  the area for a control panel for the door only to find that it was smashed.” Sorry Val I can’t get you in right now sorry” 

“alright I will find another way in. Just stay safe in there your my only pilot” She said as she started waking towards a huge number of life sign she just detected

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“ Alright then” jay said as he found himself in a residential district which looked similar to the one he grow up but this one was completely empty . It was weird this place should be brimming with life but no. So Jay turned on his helmet’s scanner to see if anyone was in here that he couldn’t see and Started walking around the distract for a few minutes only to find that this district  was truly void of life.He found this unnerved by this fact. So he turned  his comms to a open channel so if anyone was still out there could reveal themselves to him and then he started looking for away out of here

A few minutes after he opened his comms it let out a huge crackle of static before a voice of an elderly women came out yelling “Hello Hello can you hear me”

“ Yes I can hear you . uh who are?” he asked

“Sorry how rude of me. I’m  Isara leader of Queen slayers and the new lead of haven. Now who are you newcomer?” She asked with a imitating tone to her voice.  .

Jay felt imitated by this women “ I’m Joseph I'm a paladin of voltron.”

“ Voltron Ay So where’s your lion then Joseph ?” She asked 

“ Well I don’t pilot one of the lions I pilot a metal dragon called the Valkyrie. Also I prefer to be called Jay if you don’t mind” he said as he made it to a door that was blocking his way

“ Alright Jay what bring you here to this Hell hole of ours and where is your huge metal dragon then?” 

“ Well She is looking for away in and were here to help. Also Val need a place that wasn’t a swamp or crawling with giant trap door spider monsters . Also again what seems to be the problem here and can you open this door?”

“ Well it started about a four mouth ago. When they were expanding are boarders because of a population boom When they stumbled upon a nest of a sleep  red queen causing Seventy eight percent of this colony member to either be eaten or flee the planet. leaving a small few to there fate.Then me and my husband showed up to kill the queen before it woke up” She said 

“ Ok What is a red queen and why haven't the empire or the rebels come to help yet “ He asked

“ well a Red Queen is a invasion species that launch their young into space on a meteor. So they can made a hive for themselves on some other world. They also adapt to there surrounding after they go through a hibernation like state for a few month then when it wakes up there ready to start making there hive and using any life on the planet their on  to strengthen there hives. the reason no one has come to back this place up is because me and my crew were the back up.”  She hit a few buttons in the control room she was in and the door in front of Jay.

“Ok if your the back up why haven’t you  killed it yet” Jay asked as he walked into the next districted which was a industrial area which was yet again unnervingly quiet 

“Well  this one seemly kill one of those mountain turtle things when it impacted with the planet and it was eating it for a few years before going to sleep in it’s shell.  Causing it to Grow twice the size a normal one would. “ She said 

“Twice the normal size. How big do these thing normal get may I ask?” Jay asked now dual wielding  revolver and Bayard just a little panic by what she just said 

“Normally Queens grow to be about thirty to forty feet . But this one is about a hundred fe-” Jay was concerned when suddenly she stopped taking. But then he hear the voice of a very distort man with what sounded like a deep Russian like Accented. Jay couldn’t quite heard what he was saying but three words he did  heard were Huge Metal Dragon.

“  Hey Val Where you at ?” Asked With a smile on his face

“  I’m at the north west gate where the biggest sign of life is. But the man I was talking to yelled at me to leave. Then he went somewhere to talk to someone named Isara” She said a little insulted by how rube the man was to her 

 “ Hey I think your friend is here and I need to leave you to calm the civilian down before a mass panic attack hit them. But I will give you a way point to Haven then we can talk and get here quickly before sunset”  Isara said as she left a new way point appear on his heads up display

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Jay started picking up the pace as it would take him sometime to run seven before sunset. As he was running through the empty streets when a blip appear on his motion tracker. Then the sound of something being ripped a part followed by a weird honking could be heard from a building he was running pass.Then several more blips appear causing Jay to stop in place as a cacophony of the weird honking erupted around jay  

{what the hell is that} Jay though to himself as the sound of something being torn apart coming from a near by ally. Jay went to investigated the sound. As he turned to look in the ally what he was scared him. it was a ten foot tall hulking pink skinned humanoid bugs with four thick clawed arms was emerging from a red cocoon. it’  s head was jerking around unnaturally causing cracking sounds as a red spikey carapace was growing out of the pink shin then  long sharp horn started jutting out of it’s forehead. Jay started to move back slowly from the allay and bumped into something. Jay turned to see another bug but this one was smaller then the one in the allay but it still towered  over him by about a foot.

It turned to face jay it let out a huge screech into jay’s face and brought it’s four bladed arms up about to attack this foe. Jay put he’s Bayard into it mouth and fire it causing the bugs head to explode sending chunks of meat and blueish yellow blood flying everywhere. then the body hit the ground  with a wet slapping sound . He starred at the body for a few second before a loud screech came from the allay Then the sound of heavy foot fall . Jay turned to see the hulking beast charging towards him with it’s arms covering most of it’s unarmored stomach and chested . Jay turned both his guns toward the creature and fired several time most of the shoots went into it’s arms but a few of his shots hit its shoulder, underbelly and one shot took off the horn. But it kept on changing toward him. Jay had to jump to the side to avoid being trampled. He hit the grounded and watch as the bug slammed into an abandon vehicles casing the alarm to go off

The loud alarm caused the a huge scream to erupted from the hulking beast. It placed it’ s hands onto it’s head and it started violently lashing out at the air swinging it’s massive arms in random derations as it tried to locate the sound. Jay watched this display as I was just swing then some of the smaller one started to come out of building ,allay do the the car alarm blasting and the screams big one was letting out . But the moment they walked out of there hiding places they started to scream in pain as well. Jay found this really useful because he started getting back to his feet and start to run but stopped in his tracks when the sound of metal being crashed, the alarm and the screaming stopped. Jay turned to see what was going on and a fear creeped up his spine. me out of building                                                        

Jay had three real fears in life the first was the empire finding his home, the second was losing his other arm. his third and finally fear was bugs. He hated bug there weird body the odd numbers of legs the way they fly and their eye. This thing  had wings, the lower body of a hornet the upper body of a mantis with  scythe hands and unlike the drones which had no horns or the soldier which had one this thing had two horn pultruding from the back of it’s head they curved around his head and stopped near it’s mouth making it look like tusk and unlike the other this one had eyes. it then eye meet jays and let out a low hiss then the other bugs turned to look at him and all the bugs started to walk toward him ready to rip him apart. Jay holstered his revolver ,closed his helmet and ready himself to fight with both guns drawn. But then they stopped and started to fall back . Then Jay hear a clacking sound then a voice 

“ What are you you you” A raspy emotionless said from behind him” You aren't like the others others others.” Click  clack click clack.

Jay turned to see a Tall lanky being the long razor sharp clawed hands. it walked om six spider like legs on a scorpion’s body with a tail swing back a forth and on it’s head it had three bug eye’s and three horn in the form of a crown.

“ What the fuck are you” jay replied 

’What the fuck are you you you” it mimicked in his voice while it’s head was turn

“I’m jay” he replied

“Jay Jay Jay” it mimicked him again “Are you alone lone lone? “ it mimicked in a different voice

Jay could guess what would happen if he said yes or no so “here a better question can you die?” he asked as he fired his Bayard twice times at it. then started to run after he shot another vehicle causing all the drones and the lone soldier to start screaming in pain again  

The first shot was blocked by it’s tail. But the second one hit the beasts in the side blasting a huge chunk of causing a loud scream of pain. the king fell to the floor holding it’s side the it yelled in Isara voice” Kill it before it gets away “

Jay was following the way point to Haven which lead him into a new distract . As he was running he hear a buzzing  coming from behind him. he looked over his shoulder to see the mantis hornet thing was flying toward him at break neck speeds . Jay looked back to see what was in front of him and saw a restaurant that had two drones and a soldier going inside of it . the bug came down to tackled jay to the ground. But as it was coming down jay fire his Bayard blindly. it tried to dodge bolts but  one of the hit it’s right wing causing it  to hit the ground .

Jay kept on running to the way point only to stop when the way point stopped at a sewer grate. Jay started to pull the grate up only to be knock away by a scythe like hand. his head hit curb and his helmet flow off after that. The world was spinning around as his ears were ringing. Then the bug got right on top of him and tried to stink it’s mandibles into jays neck only to be met by a metal hand punching it in the eye it recoil from the punch and stumbled backward a few feet it blinked a few time before it turned back to it’s pray only to see a  helmet on the ground. it walked over to the helmet on the ground it looked at it curiously .it pick up the helmet in it’s claw it moved it around before a burning sensation in it’s chest then it’s sight started to blur it then when dark .

The bug hit the ground with a smoking hole in it’s chest. jay stood there breathing heavily for a few seconds before slumping onto a near by car holding is head in his metal hand. As he held his head the sound of march and buzzing start to be heard in the distains . Jay looked to the sky and saw dozen of the bugs in the sky and dozens of them crawling and running toward this location and then he saw the big one the front no longer holding it’s side and when it saw him it started to charge toward him with the hoard following behind it . Jay got up on his feet then stumbled an felt to his knee has the world started spinning again

.” yeah that a concussion.” Jay said then got back on his feet and started walking  to the grate and started to pull at the grate and lifted the grate up.But Then he heard a child scream coming from a restaurant to his left followed by a  screeching then jay turned to see  the biggest one charging toward him with it’s tail ready to strike and jay dropped the grate and pulled out his Bayard .But before either one could strike the other a purple wave erupted from the restaurant causing both of them to freeze up and in the back of jay’s mind he hear a Childs voice say { stop breathing}

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Jay felt the air leave his lungs  then he unfreeze to grabbed his throat . His lungs were on fire everything was on fire.jay looked a round the aera for his helmet through blur eyes  and found it by the vehicle he sat on earlier . Jay tried to walk towards his helmet only to fall to the ground everthing was starting to fade into darkness and he started to crawl toward his helmet with his metal hand but then his body stop working as it start to go numb so as a last resort. He stretched what was left of his left arm as far as it could using his nature ability to shape shift and the energy chair he stole from sendak .Pushing both to there limits and grabbed his helmet an pulled back towards only for a clawed hand to grab it .

Jay turned to see the biggest bug trying to pull the helmet toward it’s self as it was also chocking as well along with every other bug in the area. How he didn’t noticed that before didn’t matter this was his helmet his only chance to survivor maybe and no bug is going to stop him so he yanked the helmet from the bug and watched as it struggled to grabbed the helmet again. the moment the helmet got to him he tried to put it on but that was hard to do with one hand and the fact that everything was going dark and his body was fully numb .But with his last ounces of strength  slammed his head into his helmet.

The moment his helmet was place onto his head the weird purple wave effect stopped. he could breath again he looked toward the hoard and saw them all laying on the ground dead or dying. Jay lay there unable to move for a few minutes do to his body start to regain feeling. {thank god my half altea that could have ended badly for me} he thought to himself as he got to his feet As the  wave disappeared. He started walking to the restaurant the door opened automatic.

The first thing he saw was a drone on the dead on the floor with a dagger in it’s back and two body hook on to it’s bottom two bladed arms. one body  was another drone and the second body was of a golden scaled fish man with a beck for a mouth. Then he saw a Boy with red skin gray hair and goat like horns growing out of his scalp. He ran to the kid and lifted the kid . Jay’s helmet scanned the kid an showed his vital signs. He was alive but had a fever of a hundred and five. This was bad he need medical attention state. Jay was about to get up when he hear the sound a blaster charging behind him. then he turned to see another kid with gray skin blue hair,amber eye and with a gashes in his shoulder  holding a blaster he guess belong to the dead man

“ Get away from him” the boy say while shacking there 

“ He needs to go to a hospital he has a fever of a hundred and five he needs help” Jay said slowly trying to calm the boy down

Bastion looked at the masked man who was hold his brother. He starred at usamu who was breathing heavily and sweating profusely. Then his eye’s opened and had returned to normal. Then he spoke

“ Bastion your ok “ Usamu said with a faint smile on his face before his eye closed again.

Bastion dropped the blasters and  started to cry ” Please save him. Please make my little brother better”  he said through the tears 

“I will I promise now get ready to move because more of those thing are coming” Jay said has he looked a his motion trackers and saw several blips running around the area.

The two moved quickly and quietly to the grate. Jay handed Usamu to the bastion to start pulling the grate .Bastion looked around an saw all the dead bugs on the ground then to his brother still unconscious and wonder how this stranger survived this but he would ask that when they were safe.

Jay had finally removed the grate fully and saw a latter “ ok Bastion hand me your brother and start climbing down then” he said. 

Bastion handed usamu back to the stranger and started to climb down the latter. Then he watched the stranger  with Usamu under his arm climbed down. then he handed back Usamu and climb back up the latter to grab the grate and pulled it back into place then climb back down Bastion hand his brother back to the stranger then hoped on to his back because he couldn’t run with how bad his shoulder was.

“  uh mister Where are going and who are you?” Bastion asked as he

“ oh sorry I forgot I’m jay by the way and were going to a place called Haven a safe place for the people here. wait your not from there?”Jay asked as he started running towards the way point 

“No me and Usamu were living in an abandoned radio tower a few block from the restaurant you found us in. I guess that where that lady , the huge winged man and all those other people who were killing the bugs came from” Bastion said

“ ok but why were you two live in a tower don’  t you have pera-” Jay stopped mid sentients realizing that they both might have lost there family when the queen wake up

“ I never had them. I was raised in the orphanage here. But Usamu’s dead when he was small do to his power” Bastion said as he looked a his brother still breath heavily

“ Let me guess his power is to stop people from breathing”   Jay said now just a little scared of the kid he was hold

“Yes he has something called psycokin something another. Some big word I don’t understand”

“Wait this kid has psychokinesis so strong that it can kill dozens of bug at once and he was in a normal orphanage with normal kids.” Jay said now worried about his own safety.

“ No they were going to give him to the Galra empire when they found out about his power. But I ran away with him the moment I heard that”  Bastion said 

“WHY?!?!”

“Because I was scared of being alone..because No one ever picked me and all my friend were gone and I was lifted alone for years.Then Usamu came along and he became the family I never had. Then when they were going to take him away I didn’t want to be alone again so I took him before the empire could and we’ve been on are own for the passed two years”  Bastion said

“ How old are you two?”  

“ I’m Nine and He’s Seven” Bastion replied 

Jay started having thoughts about taking them to matt and the rebel to keep them safe. But then he thought about Keep them with him so Fitz had brother to play with Along side the gain Shiro and Adam were having. He really need to tell them about that before it was born so they didn’t kill him maybe. But then he remember about the Gain he had panted before the mission to save Allura and though about how Allura would start telling him off on how bring kids on the castle would be stupid an dangerous. But leaving these  two here would leave a bad tasted in his mouth. He would bring it up with her when they came to get him. “Wow your quite brave for two kid your age” 

“Thank you” Usamu said weakly 

“Sorry for waking you brother” Bastion said 

“ No problem I've been awake the whole time. I'm just lazy and tired “ He said sheepishly 

“Good to know” Jay said as he follow the way point to a corner and saw two armed men guarding a latter 

“You there holt. State your names and purpose here ?“ A tall lizard man with bronze skin asked 

“ this two are bastion an Usamu And i’m Jay. Isara sent me a way point here and I need to get Unamu to a hospital quickly he’s running a high fever and it’s getting high” Jay said trying to convince the two men to let him into 

the two men looked at each then back to the three of them”So your the man the boss told use about be on your way then” the other man said pointing to the latter

“Thank you both “ Bastion said smile

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lSjBh71Im-M

Jay climbed up the latter and found himself in a bustling town made out of the shop district . the three looked in aw a the scene rounded them it was a nice change of pace compared to the empty bug infested streets they were just in  it did take them a while to find the hospital  but when Jay did he check in immediately giving the boys to the doctors there and follow into a room where they stitched up Bastions shoulder and gave Usamu medicine to lower his fever and they gave him a few meds to help with the concussion . Jay sat down in the chair that was in room and stayed the night to keep watch over them. He told Val he was here and not worry about the concussion he would be fine and asked about her repair. She was able to fly again but her long range comms were still down  and there was a lot of mud in her system .But the people here were help her and she was using there long range comms to contacted the other with no real luck at the but she would keep him post if she found them. So decide to get some rest. He sleep for a few hours until the door to their room was slammed open and a galra women wearing what Jay could only  describe as Ana default skin from overwatch with pointed back ear and a blue bandana on her head said

“ My name is isara and your going to help me kill a queen Joseph”  with a huge smile across her face

[purplerubyred]

Lieutenant Hepta’s Hands

Hepta is drawn with bulkier than average forearms and hands. The line pattern is similar to General Branko who appears to have most of his torso and the entirety of both arms replaced with cybernetic parts. Their natural forearms are slim like ours. 

Hepta is never shown with claws either which leads me to believe that his hands were replaced. 

I really want to know under what conditions will Haggar replace parts of their bodies. Does she do it for experimentation, punishment for failure, upgrades, to replace a lost limb or a combination of these?  How did Throk and Gnov manage to make it without any notable prosthetics? To what extent can quintessence heal? Can it regrow limbs? That’s a lot to ponder.

Zarkon and Haggar are known for discarding defective soldiers, yet Sendak was given both a new arm and eye. It seems that if a subordinate’s mind is in line with the Empire’s goals, their broken body can be repaired.  Branko had extensive work done! It appears that half his face was destroyed. However, if their minds are not in line, that’s considered an irreparable and intolerable weakness(Kerberos Luetenant and Prorok). 

[brittysaucefanfic]

Operation: Voltron

Part 29

Keith

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“Keith, hide in the ceiling-” Lance had said. 

Keith, of course, didn’t disobey and used the desk to pull himself into the ceiling. It's thin, barely able to hold his weight without falling through. Other than that, he is perfectly fine with staying up here, especially once the guy they were stealing information from walked. He looked around with beady eyes, slowly moving across the room as Keith watched from above. 

Keith looked around for a way around this guy, maybe even a weapon. The janitor uniform didn’t really allow for hidden weapons. The cart maybe, but it was decided against in the final stages of the planning process. 

He curses as he catches sight of the USB drive thing Pidge made for him.

It’s still connected to the computer, and Pidge expressly told him not to yank it out before she was done no matter what or they’d lose everything. Keith held his breath as the target walks directly beneath Keith, and he lets the ceiling tile he was holding up slip shut before he could be spotted. 

“Anyone have eyes on Lance?” Allura asked over the comms, and Keith is reminded that Lance went rogue. God, when this mission is over, Keith is beating his ass. He wants to reply out loud, but then he’d be compromised. There’s an intake of breath and suddenly the door opens again. Briefly, Keith thinks Hunk is blowing his cover and pulling something Keith would do, but he’s wrong when someone else walks into the room. 

Keith almost doesn’t recognize him, if not for Shiro’s suit jacket.

Lance saunters into the room lazily, a hat Keith’s never seen before perched on top of his head and hiding his face from Keith. That’s it, they’re all gonna die. The man who owns the room twirls around, almost falling on his ass. Keith takes a moment to look at the scene. Their target, some guy who goes by Prorok, is short, plump, and has neck roll gunk that makes Keith want to puke. 

Lance is the complete opposite in appearances.

Tall, lithe, dressed in a casual business sort with a t- shirt and jeans with Shiro’s suit jacket. Which kind of looks tight around Lance’s shoulder, and it shows off the broadness of his chest. His very strong chest, and very strong thighs encased so well in those jeans. Wow, eyes up Kogane, Keith says to himself before he can get carried away.

“Well, if it isn’t an old colleague of mine. I assume it was you who set off my alarm?” Prorok says, crossing his arms and raising his chin like he’s trying to stare down his nose at someone far taller than him. Lance chuckles, swiping off the fedora with a charming flip of the hat before bowing with a sarcastic smile.

“At your service.” Lance says, then does another hat trick when he slips it back onto his head. Allura’s voice filters in his ear, but with all of his attention on Lance, Keith barely hears her.

“Keith has eyes on Lance, hold your positions, we’re patching the feed through.”

Lance moves to lean casually against the desk, effectively blocking it from Prorok’s line of sight. He looks at his nails, like he does when he’s trying to piss Keith off with a challenge or dare. Keith was always weak to that side eyed look lance gives him, and always caves into doing something stupid to one-up Lance. Sometimes he wins, sometimes Lance does. It’s a tie as of now. 

“And no need to sound upset, us splitting was just business. You know how it is, right?” Lance says, like he was trying to sooth the heart he just ripped in half with a breakup. Slick and deceitful. No wonder Lance is so good at being a thief. That sly tongue of his could get him anything he wants. Or as the saying goes, he could drop the panties of a nun. Prorok’s eyes narrow even more than they already were, making him look like he was constipated. 

“You blackballed me and nearly ruined my business. Why are you here Prince? Or whatever you call yourself these days.” Prorok says. Lance picks up the stapler and starts snapping it closed and making a click click click sound. He points at Prorok with the stapler before waving it in the air lazily while he spoke. 

“I wanted to know if we could have one last go, for old times sake is all. I’ve got some paintings I need fenced, but my usual fence has the heat on their tail so I’m stuck with three Matisse paintings ready to sell. Care to help a guy out?” Lance says, setting down the stapler and stepping forward only a step with his hand out to shake. 

“I got it! Download is complete.” Pidge said. Keith sees the brief tensing of Lance’s hand, as if to grab the drive, but he’s too far away. Stepping back towards the desk is suspicious, so they have no way to get it before Prorok sees. Keith is mid freak out, when he sees Prorok sneer at Lance.

“No deal, I work only for one person now. I don’t need a traitor’s business. Now leave.” Prorok says, but he doesn’t wait for Lance to leave on his own, already pushing him out the door. The door is almost shut when Prorok yells at Hunk, firing him. Hunk hesitates, but he leaves. Keith tries to slip out of the ceiling as quickly and quietly as possible, and has the drive in hand when the door slips shut. Keith tenses when he hears the locks turn in the door, and he rushes to try the handle. But Keith is locked in, and with Hunk being ‘fired’ he has no exit strategy. 

Shiro is at the end of the hallway, outside a storage room a few doors down. Keith tries the windows in the office, but off course these don’t open, and smashing the window isn’t an option. Too much danger for pedestrians below with all the falling glass. Keith is halfway to a panic attack when he registers he’s being talked to in his ear. 

“Keith! Keith do you copy?” Allura says. She sounds stressed and exhausted. Who wouldn’t with the bullshit she has to endure? Keith swallows thickly and breathes slowly, shutting his eyes so they can’t see him as he freaks out.

“I’m here Allura, you wouldn’t happen to have a way out of here would you? I’m kind of trapped inside the office.” There’s a groan in response to his claim and he opens his eyes to try to find more exits. Maybe he needs to think like the Blue Lion? Except how does one do that? How does Lance think his way out of situations like these? 

“Uh guys?” Hunk says, his voice a cross between relieved and worried sick. “Lance isn’t behind me in the stairway anymore. And I’m almost to the ground floor.”

“It’s fine Hunk, exit the building and come to the van. Pidge you too.” Allura says, far more calm than she was mere seconds ago. “Lance must have some sort of plan going on, so I say we take his advice and trust him.”

“Just great,” Keith says. “I’m entrusting my freedom to an idiot.”

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[black-oxeye]

Jak zwiększyć swoją inteligencję / Podniesienie IQ

Jednostka osobowa, która jest cały czas wystawiona na działanie formalności kontrolnych - będą obserwować związane wzorce i jednostkę powierzchni, gotowe do użycia tych wzorców, wspomnianego archanioła Woodleya, jednego ze wszystkich współautorów publikacji w wywiadzie dla Associate in Nursing ze Skype. “Prawdopodobnie nauczyłeś się w college'u odgadnąć testy wielokrotnego wyboru.” Nawet poza salą lekcyjną, zwiększenie ekspozycji - zazwyczaj w trybie on-line - do gier z funkcjami psychologicznymi, doceniam Sudoku, Bridge and Go oznacza, że jednostka jednostki terenowej jest dodatkowo zaznajomiona z problemami ilorazu inteligencji sortowej po tym, jak usiądą aż do testu.

“Wchodzimy w kolejną funkcję psychologiczną niż kiedykolwiek wcześniej” - wspomina Woodley. Woodley i jego autor, prorok Armstrong, zaliczyli czternaście testów ilorazu inteligencji, badając zakres, w jakim zostaną rozwiązani, stosując i ponownie stosując zasady. Niektóre testy, takie jak Test Matryc Ravena, wymagają od testerów obserwacji skomplikowanych wzorców - jednak znalezienie i ponowne zastosowanie kilku prostych reguł może spowodować znaczny wzrost wyników.

http://test-iq.live

Różne testy, doceniają testy słownictwa, zależą od danych, o których mowa; nie będziesz w stanie ich rozwiązać za pomocą reguł. (Ustalenie zależności reguł od testów jest najbardziej subiektywną częścią tego artykułu). Kiedy Armstrong i Woodley porównali wiedzę Flynna dla każdego z czternastu całkowicie różnych testów inteligencji, ich wyniki były uderzające: dodatkowe zależne od sprawdzenia, a dodatkowo wyraźnie wynik Flynna to - sugeruje, że wynik Flynna nie jest spowodowany wzrostem zwykle inteligencja jednak silniejsza zdolność do krótkotrwałego sprawdzania przez policję i stosowania zniesionych reguł.

[zargar-fangirl]

An artistic collaboration project between yours truly and @astfut: an illustrated Mer!Galra AU story.

Rating: General Audiences

Relationships: Prorok/Thace

Additional Tags: Galra Empire, Mer!Galra. mermaid au, Prorok is a frontier guard, Adventures, Happy Ending, no one dies, No Smut.

Summary: Frontier guard Prorok finds an intruder in his area, but his pursuit is unsuccessful. Later, he finds a message that pulls him into a conversation the will change his life. Mer!Galra AU: no space, but Galra empire is present.

Status: finished. Enjoy! (and don’t forget to drop a line to @astfut saying thanks for her amazing work)

[khellamendra]

GAC Often Cost Too Much

This was my entry for a Side Character Appreciation contest on the Voltron Amino which I actually ended up winning. I had a lot of fun writing this and I love the characters in it. They don’t get enough love. Voltron in general has a lot of great side characters that I would have loved to see more of. I’ve seen zero evidence that Rolo made it to the last season which makes me really sad.

This stands on its own as is but I plan to expand it. I’ll do it after October. I have like six other challenges to get through this month plus a Zine I’m participating in. Story is under the cut, enjoy!

Title: GAC Often Costs Too Much

Characters: Rolo, Nyma, Beezer, Te-osh, Matt

Pairings: None officially. I honestly love Rolo/Matt though.

Word Count: 4,334

“I need a favor.”

Rolo took a deep swig from the bottle, enjoying the burn of the liquid. He had been doing his best to keep his head down and not drag attention to himself. Even his normally flirty companion had yet to leave the table except to score a few free drinks for them. Despite picking a table in the back of this dive hadn’t apparently been enough. He didn’t know how these people did it.

“We’re not joining your little group Te-osh.” he finally said, leaning back in his chair. Putting a hand behind his head, he gestured to their group with the bottle. “Actually takin’ a night off, for what that’s worth.” It wasn’t exactly a great idea to try and pilot a ship when you were trashed. He could do it, had done it in fact, but the repair cost had been enough that he promised himself he wouldn’t do it again. His dismissive attitude apparently wasn’t obvious enough as the feathered woman took over the empty chair, much to Nyma’s annoyance.

“I’m not here about that, not this time but the offer is open if you ever choose to take it.” She said evenly. Nyma rolled her eyes though Te-osh missed it, eyes focused on Rolo who was still just as uninterested. 

“So why are you here then?” Nyma scoffed at his question and crossed her arms. He shouldn’t be encouraging this but if there was one thing he knew about the rebel, it was that Te-osh was very focused. If they didn’t hear her out, she’d hang around or try again at the worst possible time. When she wanted something important then she got it. When she leaned in, he knew it had to be along those lines.

“Very soon, I will need some...cargo moved.”

There it was. “I don’t do live cargo that isn’t a bounty. Not since that Yalmor almost destroyed my cargo hold. The pay was not worth the clean up and the jerk tried to get out of paying. Didn’t appreciate having to wring it out of him.”

“I did.” Nyma said, snickering when he made a rude gesture at her.  

“This one should be much more behaved.” the rebel pushed. From the look on Nyma’s face, she obviously wanted him to say no. Taking another long drink, he sat the bottle heavily on the table.

“Tell ya what. I want to see this ‘cargo’ first and if it doesn’t look like too much trouble, I’ll say yes.” Rolo ignored the obvious and loud sigh from Nyma.

“You’ll say yes.” Te-osh said, standing up. “Stay in the Eluridan System. I’ll contact you when I’m ready.” She continued, dropping several GAC on the table before leaving without another word. Large fingers pulled the coins towards Nyma.

“I don’t like this, something about it feels off.” She said, idly starting to count them.

“I don’t either but after the Empire confiscated all our stuff, we could use the GAC.” He raised a brow as a smile finally came back to her face.

“Looks like the rest of the rounds are on her.”Nyma said, flipping a coin his way. Holding it up, he grinned.

“At least we know she’s good for it. Doesn’t mean I’m gonna say yes.”

“Of course not. Any thing the rebels want is a bad idea and we’re already barely getting by as it is. You know that we got lucky with Prorok right? If those Voltron jerks hadn’t been so trusting, we would have been locked away, or worse.” She said, waving someone down for their next order.

“If they had been a little more trusting we could have gotten away. They were pretty stupid.” Rolo offered with a shrug. “Either way all this business talk is killin’ my buzz.” He picked up the new bottle when it was sat down. “To the rebels, for their contribution to this round.”

Nyma grabbed hers. “And to several more!”

By the time the call actually came, they had forgotten about it. After dropping off a bounty at the closest outpost, they were all ready for some more downtime. Even Beezer looked ready or that could have been the new algorithms Rolo had installed a few quintant ago. As far as they were concerned, Beezer was a much a part of the crew as either of them. Not the best drinking buddy but great for flying their drunk butts around when necessary. Pushing the button, a familiar face popped up. “Yo Te-osh, I almost thought you might be dead. Congrats on another day.”

“Meet me on Varaden. One varga.”

Beezer gave a warning beep and Nyma frowned. “Varaden? That place is a dump and overrun with space pirates.” she said, sharing a look with Rolo.

“One varga.” Te-osh repeated before cutting the communication. Taking his hat off, he ran a hand through his hair.

“Rolo-”

“I know, I know.” He sighed.

“You’re not serious. Varaden doesn’t even have good booze.” She argued, crossing her arms. He laughed wryly. “True. Still, you know how she is and something about this whole thing has my interest piqued. What would she possibly risk bringing to Varaden of all places unless it was super illegal? Job like that’s expensive too.” He said, rubbing two fingers together with a grin.

“I suppose Beezer can keep the ship ready in case we have to make a break for it.” Nyma muttered, still not looking convinced but caving all the same. Rolo slipped the cap back on.

“That’s my girl, let’s go.”

Varaden was a damp and boggy world where it always seemed to be raining. Rolo thought he remembered hearing it use to be a more lush and sunny planet. At least until the Galra had gotten a hold of it and wiped out the natives. Space pirates had decided it was undesirable enough they could have it, which wasn’t a wrong assumption. The Galra had moved onto bigger prizes though some showed up now and then to slum it up. The weather always made his lower leg ache and the ground was unstable, filled with hidden sink holds just waiting to steal unsuspecting boots.

Shaking the water from their hoods, Nyma grumbled at her pants. The cloaks were heavy enough to keep them dry but no matter how careful you were, the mud always found a way to come with you. The bar was an even bigger dive than their last stop, noisy with laughter and at least one fight that was going on. A few glances came their way but everyone seemed more interested in their own companions or egging on the fight.

Nyma tapped him on the shoulder and pointed. There across the room he could see her, looking as calm and put together as she always did. It wasn’t until they got closer that Rolo realized she had something at her side. No on a second look it was actually someone, dressed in a brown cloak though he couldn’t make out any features with the hood up. Joining her, the person at her side was visibly startled and she put a had on their shoulder. “It’s okay, they are going to help.” Rolo was tempted to correct that they might help but bit his tongue. Even Nyma was silent on that front. “I need you to take him to these coordinates.” She said, inputting the information and sending it. They both pulled it up but it was Nyma who looked the most pleased at the GAC amount that came with it.

“I think I’m starting to warm up to this job after all.”

“Good. You’ll need to leave immediately.” Teo-osh stated, glancing around for the first time since the two of them had gotten there.

“Leave? We just got here.” Nyma whined and the other woman shook her head. “It needs to be now.” she repeated firmly. Scowling, Nyma played with the ends of her hair. Rolo knew that signal, one of many they had when discretion was the most important. Glancing to the left, he saw them, almost obscured by the crowd, bounty hunters, empire ones at that. He knew they weren’t here for either of them but that didn’t make him feel any better, not when he had a feeling who they were here for.

“Now you see why you have to leave now. There was only one before.” Te-osh’s voice cut  through his thoughts. Rolo sighed. There were currently four and the more time that passed, the more that would surely show up. “Well no fun for us tonight. I hate exercise too.” he grumbled. “Hey you.” Rolo finally addressed their far to quiet guest. “Hope you can run.”

The figure glanced up briefly, most of their face still hidden by the oversized cloak. “I-I can try.” The voice shook, sounding a lot younger than Rolo expected. This was not going to end well, he could already tell.

“No try, do. Otherwise I’ll owe our friend here a refund and I hate giving back good GAC. Get ready.” Leaning back in the chair suddenly, he bumped right into a short Unlilu who had been painstakingly carrying way more glasses than was safe or practical. Immediately sitting himself back up, the small action had been enough to put the poor fellow off balance and tumbling right into the neighboring table that was already well on their way to being drunk. The rowdy songs died the minute the drinks came down, drenching half the party and leaving only one very obvious culprit who was face first on the floor. The Unilu looked up just as the large hand came down, trying in vain to cover himself. The blow never happened as one of his larger companions came to his defense and just like that the fight was on.

“Now, go!” Rolo didn’t have to tell them twice, all of them jumping up at the same time and making a break for it just before the two large aliens fell on the table, still fighting one another as the rest of their respective crews joined in on the fun. Looking back, he saw their mystery guest lagging behind, the route he wanted to take blocked by the fight.

With no other choice the boy had to go the other way, frantically looking for the woman he had come with. More patrons were starting to crowd into the space, drawn in by the new entertainment. Holding the cloak tightly around himself, he caught a glimpse of purple and gold moving away from everything else. With no other choice he followed them, dodging various creatures and appendages. Never had he been more happy to be out in the humid and wet air, welcoming the sound of heavy rain. He might have enjoyed it more if he wasn’t standing in the middle of the muddy courtyard, still looking for any sign of Te-osh. The sound of someone shouting drew his attention and he looked back to see an unfamiliar alien pointing at him. That was all he needed to start running as fast as he could.  

The consistent rain and mud weighted Rolo and Nyma down but they couldn’t afford to stop. A sharp cry caught his attention and they looked back just in time to watch the small figure fall. Swearing in his own tongue, Rolo stopped. He should have just kept going. This wasn’t worth the GAC, the clean up, or the stress. He was not a good guy and yet here he was running the opposite way of a nice warm and safe ship, free of drama. Long arms easily picked up the bundle that thrashed in his grip. The extra weight caused his leg to sink in the mud and he cursed again. “Stop it, it’s me you idiot.” Pulling with all his strength, he was glad the boy (because surely someone this small was not that old), couldn’t see because he wasn’t sure he was going to get himself free. Reaching for his blaster, a shot came from behind and caught the first guy square in the chest. Nyma put her arm around his waist, helping him pull his foot free in time for him to shoot another one.

“The least this planet could have given me was a drink or five.” She grumbled before they started running and he managed a wry smile.

“I don’t think even that’s enough to be worth this.” He retorted. Shooting another one, it was enough to trip the other two long enough for them to get around the corner and slip into a nearby crumbling archway. Pressed up against the wall, they both held their breath as the sound of shouting and footsteps passed by. It wasn’t until they had faded that either of them thought to breathe again. Nyma cautiously looked around, purple eyes peering through the heavy rain. After several ticks she shook her head.

“A-are they gone?” The kid had hands wrapped around Rolo’s neck, face pressed to a shoulder. Rolo would feel bad for the kid if it wasn’t his fault this was happening.

“For the time being but they’ll circle back around eventually. If we don’t make a move soon, they’ll find our ship and stake it out.” Nyma said, pushing buttons on her communicator.

“Oh. I..um...I can walk now if you want.”

“No offense but you’ll just slow us down. I think I’ll just carry you. Not like you’re heavy or anything.” Rolo stated, peering out as well before readjusting his hood and heading out into the rain with Nyma in tow. A face pressed closer and he could feel a small body shivering against him. Apparently he weren’t built for this kind of weather, what a shock.

They didn’t have any problems until they got to the docks where more of those same people were hanging out. Rolo couldn’t help but think that was way to many for one measly kid. Keeping an eye out, they made their way as casually and stealthily to their ship as possible. They finally breathed a sigh of relief as soon as they stepped on board. “They aren’t going to try and stop us?” Rolo had almost forgotten about the burden he had been carrying, mind more on not getting caught.

“Nah this ship is registered as a cargo ship for the Empire. We can go wherever we want. Now if they had seen us gettin’ in it, that would be a different story.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth the small body tensed against him. “You’re with the Empire?”

Rolo rolled his eyes and practically dropped the boy, earning a startled yelp in the process as the kid got tangled in his own cloak. “If I was, I wouldn’t have carried your water logged butt this whole way. There were plenty of nice people out there just waitin’ to take you off my hands.” He said, pulling off his own cloak and hanging it up before heading for the cockpit, Nyma already ahead of him. “Better take yours off too. I don’t need whatever foreign germs you might have affecting us if you get sick.” Rolo said, flopping down in the chair and taking over for Beezer. They needed to get out of here before even thinking of cleaning up which he knew they were all dying to do. His companion could grumble all she wanted but she wasn’t the one that had to carry a wet and muddy kid around either.

They had just left Varden’s atmosphere when he heard their guest finally decide to join them. “Um do you happen to have something I can use to get cleaned up with? Sort of cold and...gross.” The soft voice asked, earning a chuckle from Rolo.

“That’s what you get for fallin’. I can show you where it is.”

“Hey ladies first!” Nyma protested, shooting Rolo an annoyed look which he ignored.

“Like we have any of those on this ship. Besides next checkpoint ain’t for another several varga. Beezer can handle this.”  Rolo turned around, smile turning into a frown as he got his first good look at their new charge. Something about the look on his face caught Nyma’s attention and she turned as well, swearing under her breath.

He had been right about their guest being a kid but he hadn’t expected a human kid with an all to familiar face staring back at him. If Rolo hadn’t already heard him speak, he might have wondered if they were the same person but no this obviously wasn’t one of the Paladins of Voltron. That wasn’t what had the both of them on edge, no the ragged purple and black outfit that clung to a too skinny and shaking frame was a big red flag.

(He’s an Empire prisoner.) Nyma said, switching her translator off. (She wants us to smuggle an Empire prisoner.)

(Which would explain our new friends.) Rolo stated.

(And not just any prisoner. Look at him, he has to be related to Voltron somehow. There wouldn’t be so many after him if he wasn’t important. We should drop him off on the nearest planet and be done with it. This is trouble that we don’t need.) She continued heatedly.

“Sorry did I do something wrong?” They both looked at the boy who had wrapped arms around himself in a vain attempted at warmth and comfort. Shaking his head, Rolo stood up.

“Nope, it’s cool. I’ll show you where to go so you can stop tracking mud everywhere.” Nyma scoffed and stood as well.

(Eventually our luck is going to run out. He’s not worth it.) She said, practically storming out of the cockpit. The kid had been quick to get out of her way, staring at the door she left through.

“Cool huh?”

“Yup. Now stop asking questions and follow me.”

Leading the boy through the ship, his companion was a little slower than he would have liked. That mostly had to do with the way he kept looking around in wonder at all the stuff they passed. Rolo didn’t think it was that interesting, the same typical stuff most ships had. Any modifications he had made over time were hidden and not completely legal. Then again nothing he did was ever completely legal. Stopping, he pointed at a door on the left. “That’s Nyma’s room. I would suggest you do not go in there for any reason. Fair waring.” Walking again, they went down another hallway before he pointed at a door. “That’s my room. For now you can have...” He thought about it before stopping again. “This one.” Pushing the button, the door slid open with a soft hiss. “Nothin’ fancy but probably better than what you had.” He said as the kid walked in, turning in circles as he looked around. “Get cleaned up, I’ll see if I can find something else for you to wear.”

“Thanks! Um..”

“Rolo. My name’s Rolo.” he said, watching as a smile finally appeared.

“I’m Matt. Thanks Rolo.” Such genuine cheerfulness just seemed so out of place with things the way they were. This kid had no doubt been through a lot and yet something as simple as this could make him smile. He wasn’t going to last long out here, Rolo decided as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Yeah no problem. I’ll leave whatever I find on the bed.” With that he left the kid on his own to figure it out while he went down to the cargo hold to dig through his stash. What did humans even wear? The Paladins had some kind of uniforms on so that didn’t help. Not wanting to think to much on it, he grabbed a bunch of stuff. Matt seemed pretty close to an Unilu in shape, that was was probably good enough right? Dropping it off as promised, he could hear the sound of running water coming from the adjacent room and someone moving around. “Brought you stuff. If you need somethin’ else I’ll be in my room for a bit or the cockpit.”

“Cool thanks!” a voice called out and Rolo bit back a sigh. This kid was too much. Maybe Nyma was right after all. Shaking it off, he went back to his own room to finally get cleaned up. He made a face at the sound boots made as they came off. Moving his leg carefully he could feel the difference in the prosthetic, no doubt clogged with mud from when the foot had sank after he grabbed Matt. Just another thing on a long list of things he was not going to let bother him. Instead he washed himself off, dropped his clothes into the laundry tube and pulled on some new ones before sitting at the desk.

It was messy with various tools and parts on and around it with just enough of an empty space for him to work. Carefully removing the leg, he pulled a light closer, switching it on before assessing the damage. The outside had been cleared of mud but as he started to take it apart, his concerns were proven correct. The slimy mud really did know how to get everywhere. Grumbling to himself he set to work, rolling himself around as needed. When he checked the time, a couple of varga had passed but at least it was finished and he was more aware of how tired he was. Leaving the prosthetic on the table, he rolled himself over to the bed, making a deep noise of appreciation as he laid down, putting hands behind his head. He must have dozed off, woken up by the sound of his door opening. (Finally cool down and get your head on straight?)

“What?” Opening his eyes, the person in the doorway was most certainly not Nyma as he had anticipated. Instead it was the kid again wearing some of the clothing he had picked out. “What are you doing in here? Figured you’d be takin’ a nap after all this.” Matt moved far enough in the room for the door to shut behind him, fingers playing anxiously with the long sleeves of the shirt he had chosen. It took Rolo a moment to realized Matt had tied the second pair back. Matt must have picked up on what he was looking at because he started fidgeting more. “There was an extra pair of sleeves and I didn’t want them to get in the way so this is the solution I came up with. I did try to sleep but I couldn’t. Every time I do I just have nightmares.” After everything that had happened, Rolo should have guessed that would be the case. It wasn’t uncommon for sleep to be elusive. Even for him, though he didn’t need much sleep to begin with. Generally enough booze fixed that problem but sometimes that was a luxury they couldn’t afford. Focusing on the kid again, he realized that eyes were now fixed on his leg or rather where it should have been. “It needed a little maintenance after all that runnin’ around we did. Was too lazy to put it back on.” He had lost it too long ago to be hung up on it though it was amusing the way the kid got all shy again. “I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry.” Rolo shrugged. “Don’t be, doesn’t bother me. Things like this happen.” He wasn’t prepared for the sad look that came across Matt’s face.

“It shouldn’t though.”   

“Maybe but it’s how it’s always been and always will be.” Loss was just a reality of the Galra Empire. Everyone knew that. Those that hadn’t lost anything would soon enough.

“It won’t be. Te-osh said there are people fighting against them and not just the rebels.” Rolo sucked in air through his teeth. Voltron had seemed so certain too but they had been less than impressive. Enough to beat a couple of low level bounty hunters who had gotten to cocky but not the entire Empire. Matt seemed pretty confident that he was right and as easy as it would be to prove him wrong, Rolo let it go. It wasn’t worth the fight or the headache, at least that’s what he told himself. Moving an arm from behind his head, he held it out to Matt. 

“Come ‘er kid. Before you fall asleep standing up.” Matt hesitated, obviously weighing his options before deciding to accept it. Maybe it should have seemed odd at how he curled up so easily against Rolo but considering he was a prisoner not so long ago, the comfort of another person had to have been scarce. It was obvious he didn’t want to be alone. “You seem pretty confident in all that.” Matt nodded. “I am and I’m not a kid. I’m seventeen.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Matt huffed.

“It means I’m practically an adult by human standards.” Rolo hummed thoughtfully.

“Well I can’t prove you wrong so we’ll go with that. Kinda small though.” He grinned at the pout on the boy’s face.

“As if you have anything to compare it to. Besides puberty generally happens between 10 and 16 for guys. I’m just a late bloomer, probably because of all the trauma. I’ll hit a growth spurt soon.” It was a bit of a surprise how easily Matt could say all that so matter-of-fact.     

“You got me there. Now go to sleep.”  The big yawn was more than enough proof Matt needed it, and he curled up a little closer.

“Okay.” The room fell silent again and Rolo was convinced Matt had fallen asleep before his voice filled the room again. “Hey Rolo?”

“What?”

“Thank you.” Rolo fought off a smile at the word.  

“Go to sleep Matt.” A small nod was all he got before breathing slowed and evened out as Matt finally stopped fighting sleep. He sighed softly. The kid was giving him too much credit.

[ganymedesclock]

I think one of my biggest issues with a certain amount of fanon around Lotor is that even if you count Lotor as an antagonist- which you can make a good argument for- he’s clearly measured with a different standard than other antagonists.

For example people really like to use the term “murderer” when they’re trying to shut down any insinuation that Lotor could be a good person. In my experience this often involves ascribing kills to Lotor that he didn’t actually do or that are very shaky.

For example? Zethrid’s comment that they tried to send ships into the rift, and the vessels exploded, which was “fun for me, not fun for your pilots.” I’ve seen this interpreted as “Lotor sent people into the rift to their deaths.”

We have to consider with very rare exceptions, the smaller fighter ships that both the empire and Lotor uses? Are piloted by robots. And what we see of Lotor’s subordinates in s4e3 shows us mostly drones- maybe a handful of actual flesh-and-blood galra. And it’s fair to assume it’s not those galra who are being sent out in fighter ships by Lotor- otherwise in s3e2 the paladins committed a massacre and they are our Y7 show heroes so that’s not a thing.

And even if I was a fan of your conclusion, you have to recognize that “these ships that we have a single line of reference to definitely contained real people when it’s very likely in this setting they didn’t, and Lotor definitely sent a large number of those people to their death when he’s not known to attempt the same thing futilely over and over and he doesn’t appear to have that many followers to sacrifice.”

You could make a much better argument for the two fleets that Acxa called in at the end of s3e3 to cover Lotor’s escape, which we know were manned by living people, but even then, given Voltron was the killing weapon, I’d hesitate to make that your triumphant stand of “this proves that Acxa’s a rotten person and by connection, Lotor”.

Yes, Lotor has killed. Raht, Narti, and Zarkon. (it’s also possible that he killed his first opponent in the gladiatorial ring in s3e1) All three individuals, to his understanding, posed an immediate threat to his own life.

The most ambiguous and nasty case in this one is definitely Narti- there are other ways Lotor could have handled that situation. Narti was not a willing spy- Haggar set her up and Lotor cut her down. S5e6 analyzes this thinking, however, and frames it as:

Lotor tends to self-sabotage...

...Via his incredible difficulty trusting others and tendency to assume that anything opposing him at the moment must hate him and want him to die...

...Which is almost definitely rooted in the trauma he disclosed to Allura that would mean he doesn’t have healthy emotional connections to draw from the idea that people don’t all inevitably hate him.

As an audience, a certain amount of us do have a reflex of “C’mon dude, Narti is your friend. She wouldn’t do that to you. Can’t you see that she needs help, not your sword in her chest?” because we’re detached, we have more information than he does, and we have an emotional investment in seeing Narti get that help.

And the white lion is used narratively to show us that it’s not an isolated incident and it had nothing to do with Narti personally- it’s Lotor’s problem. When the point of the lion trial is you have to realize the attacking beast won’t hurt you and isn’t your enemy, Lotor literally can’t win because everything he has ever known has taught him that he doesn’t have friends. At best, he has people who he’s useful to, and as soon as he’s not useful, they will turn on him.

And I feel like this is about the point people’s eyes glaze over because “come on Clockie I don’t care about Lotor’s sad backstory I care about the fact that he killed someone” but my point is these things are relevant.

Because otherwise it sure looks weird and inconsistent how after Narti and Zarkon both, Lotor goes really quiet, nearly unresponsive, and in the case of Narti, spends a long time genuinely not planning for his future at all that we can tell.

For me, the entirety of s4e5 and s4e6 is a huge red flag that Lotor didn’t want to do that. He did it, yes, because see the three points that are clarified for us in s5e6- but there’s a lot of difference between Lotor killing Narti and the way that Zarkon has Prorok disposed of in s2e1.

Lotor versus Narti, the team is in danger, he has seconds to make up his mind because if he’s wrong they’ll never shake their pursuers and any safe haven they seek out is going to be compromised, they’re on a ship under attack and everybody is panicking.

Zarkon versus Prorok, nothing is going on, it’s an ordinary Tuesday at the office, there is no pressure besides the vague, if he doesn’t catch a spy it might happen again, and there’s also no misunderstanding- Prorok immediately and clearly protests, and by the time Haggar’s carrying out his execution in s2e3, they know that Prorok isn’t even the guilty party. And Haggar makes it clear she just really doesn’t care.

And I mean there’s also the fact that we can list three people that Lotor killed (or had killed, in Raht’s case, the torn edge on his severed prosthetic suggest to me that Zethrid was at least involved) by name.

It’s flat-out disingenuous to insist Lotor’s three-man kill count is directly comparable to, oh, say, the two different inhabited planets Zarkon has been attributed with razing and conducting genocide on the inhabitants of (Altea in s1e1, the unnamed colony in s5e6) and his policies of torture, imprisonment in awful conditions, extended slavery, and carelessly disposing of his subordinates for, again, crimes they didn’t commit, would tell us that there are a huge number of other deaths on Zarkon’s head.

When, surprise surprise, all of those systems are things that Lotor would either have no need of the way he operates, or is shown to actively dislike. Taking new planets? He’d rather talk to them and even if he’s taking what he wants at swordpoint, he genuinely didn’t want to hurt the Puigians any more than bare minimum necessary and his soldiers went in under orders to kill no one. They didn’t even cause any property damage.

The system imperialism which relies on the galra owning everybody else? Lotor wants to dismantle it by giving power back to the occupied people (s3e1 and s3e2). 

(I have. seen too many people call Lotor an unapologetic imperialist when the one time he confesses he was interested in keeping a colony, he was put in charge of it by Zarkon and did everything he could to familiarize himself with the local culture and create good diplomatic rapport and not hurt their planet for his own exploitation. 

And Zarkon said “no” and burnt it down and didn’t put Lotor in power again, in which case it doesn’t matter how sincere Lotor is, the reason why Lotor hasn’t made progress dismantling the empire in the last ten thousand years was because Zarkon was using his much greater influence and power to make sure Lotor had nothing to show for his work)

Even the racism at the heart of the empire’s destructive policies, a point is made time and time again that Lotor very strongly lives and perceives himself as a mixed-race galra first. Most of his public appearances to the empire’s elite (s3e1 and s5e4) come with people hurling slurs, racist rhetoric, and death threats at him.

Even Lotor’s interest in the rift has a very different context than Zarkon and Honerva’s fascination with it if you consider the latter were experimenting with it in the heart of a populated planet that withered and died because of their work, they not only left it wide open but worked to make it bigger, and ignored the dangerous creatures living in there as well as the averse effect that it was having on, again, the heartland of the galra empire.

Lotor’s interest in the rift is as a way to decisively break the imperial system once and for all by basically flooding the market with so much quintessence nobody will ever need to forcibly take it from other planets and Zarkon’s system will be financially worthless. Which might sound callous unless you consider Lotor is going to need a callous argument since you can’t take someone like Throk and sit them down through the annotated power point of “Today, I will explain to you why you should care if other people are suffering.”

And the first thing Lotor does with the rift is basically put such a dense mechanical lock on it that he can’t actually figure out how to get in there himself. He’s building countermeasures for things that he quite possibly doesn’t even know about (the rift creature) with this.

But not only does Zarkon have a massive kill count, if you look at Zarkon killing Alfor, Trigel, Gyrgan and Blaytz, and compare that to Lotor killing Narti...

Lotor struck Narti down quickly under duress, and when it became clear the other generals were also betraying him, Lotor specifically chose not to kill them as well even though that left him in a very bad place tactically- it ended up meaning that now Haggar has one of the two Sincline ships, the one that had tested and proven itself as able to hold off Voltron in single combat, and the generals know about the rift gate, and they’re all devastatingly powerful fighters.

Sure, Acxa and Ezor might have been able to fight him off, but Lotor could have at least shot Zethrid off the hull of the first Sincline ship and they wouldn’t have been able to do anything to stop him. But Lotor even basically tells them to take care of themselves before he leaves and has shown no interest hunting them down afterwards.

Because “hunting them down” is exactly what Zarkon did to his old team. Even when the only threat Alfor posed to him was that if he insisted on continuing to selfishly chase the rift that he didn’t need (Honerva was alive again, so even his initial reason wasn’t there)- and Zarkon’s basic first act of reanimation was to declare war on Altea.

Which is contrasted by this shot, which would sure seem to suggest that the reason why his people were still alive and there to hear him was because Altea took them in as refugees after the destruction of Daibazaal.

Zarkon planned, carefully, and made up his mind and went and hunted down all four paladins and killed them. If there’s barely a handful of living Alteans left after the destruction of its home planet, even though they were advanced spacefaring people, it’d suggest that Zarkon deliberately hunted down the survivors, and both his attitudes towards Allura in s1e1 and the way he talks about being able to wipe Lotor out in s5e2 would sure line up with that.

So like... can we not suggest that the three people Lotor killed when two of the three of them he’s shown to be unhappy about are somehow analogous to Zarkon’s multiple counts of systematic genocide?

Even if you think Lotor’s an antagonist, he’s not as bad as Zarkon and he’s definitely not worse than Zarkon. And when most of our main antagonists in the setting are much closer to Zarkon’s level (Haggar’s also a planet-killer via the Komar and her plan at Naxzela would have wiped out a large number of inhabited planets, Sendak makes a comment about invading Earth specifically because of the paladins’ resistance against him) Lotor stands out as a guy who’s moral enough that the paladins, including Shiro- a man of very potent personal morals- find him palatable company.

[purplerubyred]

Reasons why Throk is Likely to Return in S6

Season 5 was amazing, intense and informative for those thirsty for more Galra content. Being one of them, I greatly enjoyed every minute of it. We were given the Kral Zera ceremony, more Galra names, humor and even mundane things like food and Galra aprons! I could hardly ask for more. But a few characters were missing and the one anticipated most by my circle of friends was Commander Throk. He was conveniently absent throughout Season 5 despite the return of Branko, Trugg, Ladnok, the four ‘friends’ who sit in front of Throk in the arena and many other background Galra. We’ve worried that he might dead, but there are reasons to believe he’s around and waiting to return.

His name

The tall, gangly Commander was one of the few background Galra given a name on the official Voltron site. His 80’s counterpart and namesake, Viceroy Throk/Caponello, had a significant role to play in DotU. So far, characters with a name referencing DotU haven’t been left in the dust(Sendak) or killed without a legit conclusion(Zarkon). In Sendak’s case, it was a matter of patience.

Sendak’s Return

Speaking of Sendak, S5’s shown us that characters thought to have been discarded are returning in some shape or form. If someone from S1 can make a comeback, there’s hope for Throk who was just featured in S4.

Proximity to Zarkon

Throk and his clawed friend were among the rare few given the honor of serving on Zarkon’s ship. By his own words, both have “fought by Zarkon’s side forever.” Fighting alongside someone of a vastly lower rank is looked down upon, so that says something about how high on the totem pole Throk really was during Zarkon’s reign. With Zarkon obsessed with the Black lion, it was probably Throk, his clawed friend (please give him a name), Prorok and several others who kept the upper tier of the Empire running smoothly.  Organizing and keeping the boisterous commanders introduced for Kral Zera in line is no small task.

Tony Corran

While he does provide additional voices, Commander Throk is the only one credited by name on his IMDB page. Corran’s filmography is nothing to sneeze at with him appearing in Doctor Who, Underworld, Blade and Thor: The Dark World. It’s highly unlikely Dreamworks would hire him for every role BUT the character he’s most known for in Voltron. 

He pops up when you least expect it

Since S1, Throk’s consistently shown up somewhere even if the existing plot didn’t require him to be there.

There wasn’t room to do him any justice

With so many plotlines and new characters in S5, a story featuring him would have been too much for 6 episodes and may have come off as rushed. This season laid down the groundwork for a fractured Empire and Lotor’s alliance with Team Voltron. A prominent fear among fans during S3-4 is that Throk was designed for the sole purpose of establishing Lotor’s character. However, Lotor is being developed without him, providing opportunity for Throk’s character to develop on its own and not as a prop to support the prince’s ambitions. We can only imagine how Throk’s going to handle being freed and walking into a completely different and devastated Empire.

Ryu Kihyun’s fanart

Why would Empire-loyal Throk, pretty much an imperial aristocrat, be amongst Team Voltron, Blade of Mamora, Team Sincline and the rebels? It makes little sense unless he’s going to be one of them during S6. Season 6’s release date is June 15. We know the animation is near completion because we’ve  seen a portion of it already. Remember the suspected DnD Allura/Romelle clip? That wasn’t in S5; it’s from S6. Taking this into account, Mr. Ryu knows the story and which characters are around in S6. It’s less “is Throk forgotten or dead?” It is more “what part will Throk play in S6 and/or beyond.”

Another possibility is that Seok Jin Jang(who the drawing was dedicated to) had a part in designing Throk. Even if this is true, why is Throk depicted as being friendly or even in the presence of non-Galra? That wouldn’t honor the character he would have designed. S3-4 showed us a Throk with very hostile sentiments toward Lotor for associating with the very people he’s featured with. I really think we’re seeing a future version of this character.

Either way, it’s too far-fetched to be a mere coincidence.

 Alone, each reason might not hold up well. Combined, I think they provide more hope of seeing him again. June 15th will be here before we know it!

[bluphacelia]

Arranged Destiny - Part 5

There had been battles for weeks now, a slow push of the emperical forces back toward the walls of the capital. It was getting worse. Skirmishes on the streets as the people rise against their protectors. He's seen those bastard Marmora inciting unrest. They've infiltrating the palace itself! Zarkon grit his teeth as he stood in the battleroom of the barracks. He'd shown them. He'd taken the bastards heads and stuck them on spikes outside the palace gates. That served them right. No one dared stand against him. No one deserved to live after this insult!

Zarkon took a breath. "Sendak!" he called. "Sendak!!" The name echoed through the room.

"I'm, uh." A sniveling peasant soldier said.

"Go on with it!" Zarkon growled.

"Just, Your Majesty. Sendak has been missing for two weeks now. He hasn't been seen since the battle of the ridge, sire," the traitor said, words stumbling over each other like the utter useless lackey that he was.

Zarkon grabbed the man by the throat. "Bring me his head or he isn't dead," he roared and let go. The man tumbled down gasping, fingers clawing at his throat. Zarkon turned back to the map.

"Where are the lines." Zarkon swiped his hand across the map scattering a battalion off the edge. Another sniveling low-life goes to fix it.

"They've come up the southern entrance and made their base their. The city is completely surrounded and the food supplies cut. Our only hope is one last strike," Prorok said placing an encampment on the map before the city.

"Victory or death," Zarkon muttered under his breath. "We attack now."

"But sire!" A muttering of useless peasant voices drown out the blood rushing into his head. He'd kill every single last one of them. There would be nothing but blood in the end! No one deserved to live and tell the tale. He was Zarkon! The leader of the Universe! No one stood before him and not quake in their boots.

His hand went to the blade at his side. Zarkon had done it once. He had managed to wipe out all his enemies. He would do it again. Nothing could stop him!

The day waned.

Then rain on his forehead. He stopped and blinked. Clouds parted for him, a sliver of sun through the rain. Even the Gods would bow before him. He roared into the emptiness before him.

"Hello father," the voice was Lotor's but he was dead, just like his mother. This shadow of an imposter would pay.

"You are no son of mine," Zarkon said into the clustering vortex. The grip on his sword was painful, his knuckles ached. Everything ached.

The traitor stood before him, wind whipping his cloak around his knees.

"It's a useless fight, father. You've lost. Put down your sword and you can live your days at the summer palace with mother," the apparition tried to make a fool out of him

"Victory or death." The words came easy and he charged, sword held high. There's a loud ring of metal on metal.

He thrust the blade out, pushing for purchase on the slippery ground. His armor was heavy, grinding against his shoulders in a way it never had in his youth, but he ignored the pain.

"You would never betray me," Zarkon grunted as he dodged another hit. The apparition was more defensive than he'd expected. He'd thought the ghost would come for him straight on, but instead he ducked and dodged under his blade, a wispy shimmer in the air—there and then gone.

"Stay still! So I can kill you!"

There was spit on his face. He felt it dribble down his chin as he huffed out a breath. It's misting before his face. The rain had stopped and he can see clearly ahead. Clearer than he has in a long time.

He stood at the dueling grounds. This was where he'd killed five of the seven clan heads so many years ago. He'd ripped them apart; one with his bare hands when he'd lodged his ax into his torso.

He'd built this empire with his bare hands. He'd sacrificed so much! He'd managed to gain a perfect family and then to lose them in such a terrible tragedy. His only goal now was vengeance. Vengeance against the spirits that had cursed him!

Something approached from his peripheral vision. He slashed out with his blade. There was only air.

"Show yourself you coward!" he bellowed into the mist. It oozed around his feet, swirling around his legs with every step.

Something hit him square in the back. A burning pain seared through his insides and he looked down to see a red blade protruding from his chest. He watched, dumbfounded as it slid out. He felt weightless. The ground surged toward him.

He could taste the dirt.

"I'm sorry." The words were bitter pain in his chest. A blossom of red in his vision.

"I'm not dead," Zarkon said into the sky. Gray clouds swirl above him.

"You did it!" A voice echoed in the distance. Heavy footsteps rushed forward and his vision sparked, cracked.

He'd done it. He'd defeated his last foe in battle. He heard a soft laugh and the scent of flowers. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The scent swirls around him.

The voices were further away. Honerva?, he thought and there was a hand in his.

A single tear slipped past as he smiled.

He was finally done.

Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3 -- Part 4 -- Part 5 -- Part 6 -- Part 7

[crystalteacomics]

Warning

It feels like I'm being engulfed in fire.  My skin wants to melt as I scream as loud as I can inside my own head.  

The color red is making me feel uneasy this evening, every time I see it.

It's a dark evening and we're in a large field of grass, with crowds swarming around us.  Penelope and I came to Albuquerque's International Balloon Fiesta on this drizzly October night.  

Tonight's event is what's called the Glowdeo.  Fires roar as they fill the hot air balloons, illuminating this massive field with warm colors.  

Some of them are red and I can seem to find every damn one.  I want to enjoy this night with her, but I'm suffocating in this sea of fire.  

“What is wrong?” Penelope asks, as she lightly massages the inside of my palm.  Finally feeling grounded I'm able to answer, “Master Yang taught me to recognize the significant colors surrounding me.”

“And what do these colors mean tonight?”

“The red balloons invoke anxiety and fear, but I don’t feel any immediate danger.”

Penelope clenches onto my arm and we begin to walk through the crowd.  I think she can feel this too.  It's a cold night, but this presence is even more chilling.  We’ve been together now for three weeks.  I've actually been able to sleep at night and train during the day.  She keeps my mind at peace, and I'm able to function the way I should.  

I think my mother would be happy.

“Are you alright?” I ask her.

“I'm scared,” I can hear her unease present itself, “I think this is an invitation from him.  Your demon.”

“Yeah, I can see him now.”

The sky now plagued with a trail of beetles and moths.  They cut fluently through the sky, as if to be a map.

“Don't let him scare you, Penelope,” I explain.  

“It is not him that I fear.”

“Then what frightens you?”

“I fear the demon that you may have to become in order to over come yours.”

Obeah

Tonights air is thick with iron, and it feels as though I'm driving through pools of mud.  As I follow the trail of insects, the sky fills with crows guiding me through the city.  This is the first night I decided to bring out my bo staff, and the further I get into the city, the more certain I get that I am going to need it for the bloodlust at the end of this trail.  

Penelope stayed behind tonight.  Wanted me to stay focused.

I'm ready for this.  

I park my car and realize that the building I'm about to scale is the same one Penelope and I fought atop the first night we met.  “This isn't coincidence, is it, Dorothy?” I ask. 

“I can't imagine so, sir.”

“Got my back?”

“You know I do.”

I step out of my Integra and climb the fire escape the same way I did that night. When I get to the top I notice that the sky is absent of the moon, yet I can clearly make out the figure at the other end of the rooftop.  

As he brushes the hair of a rag doll, he sits with his feet hanging off the ledge.  Thick dread locks fall from his head.  His suit is a shimmering black, and carries dual Dao swords on his back.  Protective armor covers his torso, and forearms.  I've only been up here for a few short seconds, but my body already begins to tremor from the dark essence emanating from this shadowy presence.  

He slowly turns his head to once he notices me and reveals a  charred mask made of hemp.  Bright white light peers through the misshapen eye holes. “I’ve been waiting,” he says, “Yuh, ah finally ready?.  

“I wouldn't say so.”

He slowly makes his way to his feet and dusts himself off.  He then secures the rag doll to a front pocket on his vest as he states,“You seem bex”.   (Editor note- Bex is the Jamaican word for upset)

“You killed my mother!”

His ice white eyes, peer into my soul, and his silence is suffocating.

“You had no right!” My anger elevates as I speak of her.  

“Yuh were nah strong enough.  Nah strong enough to kill me.”

As he walks closer, every step seems become heavier for him.  Until a brief pause in his stride caused the entire sky to turn red.  Something new made the air almost thick to breathe. As Obeah begins to walk again, his demeanor seems to lighten up.  He stands up straighter, confidence and excitement feel his stride.

Who is this man?

“Are you familiar with the legend of the koi fish Danny?” The absence of his accent and change in his dialect throw me off.   “The koi fish swim upstream while demons taunt them from the top of the waterfall.  Only a certain few overcome their demon and make it up the waterfall.  That's when they are granted the gift of becoming dragons, “he explains, “my other half was trying to explain that, your mother's passing was merely your waterfall.  And us, your demon.”  His voice becomes stark and stiff, “my younger brother was our waterfall, and we killed our demon.”

“But that's enough of story time, Danny,” he states as he quickly unsheathes his swords and takes the offensive.  He's quick, but I'm able to keep up.  I dodge a flurry of attacks, with just enough time in between each one to take out my bo staff.  

I see an opening and steal the offense.  I get him to the point where he's backing up.  I think I've got him!  I take a mighty swing, but instinct tells my body to slow down.  

I'm going to kill him?

The end of my bo staff meets with his temple, and he skids across the ground.  

Is it over?

“You held back! Hahahahahahahaha” He yells.

Obeah makes it quickly back to his feet and charges at me so fast, I loose track of him.  I catch his dual bladed attack with my staff, and I’m not sure if that was more luck or pure reaction.  There's no way this is the same man.  He's fighting like a demon now.  

In the midsts of these exchanging blows, I feel the air thin and the sky turns back to normal.  I do the best I can, and I have to detach my weapon in the middle, and parry his attacks as if I were fighting with the Dao swords myself.  I can't keep up!

Shit

One of the two swords rips through my abdomen.  I fall to the floor, spilling blood on this concrete roof.  The wound is deep, but not life threatening.  I can't seem to find the strength to get up.  My body is in shock.

“Ou disappointing,”  Obeah says as he crouches next to me.  His accent is back, “nah strong enough” he cuts off his own words as if something caught his attention.  He gently picks up the the labradorite hanging off my neck, “...”  His words are filled with anger.  “Find strenght, inna hate, Danny... while I'm off  hunting fa… Ah witch.”

Before Obeah walks off, he makes sure to drop the rag doll from earlier next to me, set on fire.  Through the flames, I can see the doll is wearing a mask.  Just like...

Penelope's.

A Prophet Returns

It's been about two weeks since my encounter with Obeah. This is the first night I’ve been able to get out of bed since Dorothy dragged me home and bandaged me up.  I haven't been able to get ahold of Penelope. Although I haven't exactly been able to go out and look for her, either.  But I'm finally healed enough to get into town.  

The first thing I notice is that the papers all have numerous stories about a man running around in a silver suit saving women, and others of him fighting off the resurrected dead.  Someone must have seen Penelope and me fighting on the rooftop that night.  What concerns me most, though, is what people are calling a new player in this game of masks.  

The Gunman in Black

That is what the media is calling this man.  He only seems to be going after women with small children every night for the past few weeks.  It doesn't sound like Obeah, but I need to make certain.  

With all the commotion of masked people in this city, someone thought it a good idea to cash in. A shady night club at the edge of town decided to throw a party tonight with the theme: Masks at the Masquerade.  People are going to be attending dressed like Penelope and me, so I figured this would be the perfect time to hide in plain sight.  I should be able to get some intel on the gunman, and hopefully find something out about Penelope.  

I'm able to wait in line at the club without garnering suspicion. I can smell the booze already beginning to sweat off of this drunk crowd.  There are cracks in the walls, and one of the three lights outside is burnt out.  This place could pass for an abandoned building if it weren't for the bright neon sign with the club's name declared at the top.  Mantis.

I make it in without a hassle.  This almost seems too easy.  Black cats lead me to the back of the club where a steep dark stair case creates my path.  I've heard rumors that the man who runs this joint was a kid from the streets I used to run around with.  Falkov Prorok. The last time he was seen, he had been  picked up in a black Lincoln Town Car, by men dressed in suits.  We never saw him again. 

Atop the stair case stands a tall metal door.  I knock three times, and a rectangular peak hole slides open.  “Got any bloody marys?” I ask.  “We only got tomato juice,” the large voice behind the door replies as he shuts the peak hole.  If Falkov is still the same, he should open the door to our old greeting.  I hear tumblers of multiple locks begin to shift.  

I'm in.  

The door opens and this rooms seems blinding after being in that dreary hallway.  I take a step inside and am greeted by the sound of a revolver cock and rotate right next to my ear.  

I stand completely still so as not to cause any reactions, and from the other side of the room comes a thick Russian accent, “It's been a long time, my friend

[galraluver]

Masterlist

~ Kolivan ~

~ Antok ~

~ Krolia ~

~ Thace ~

~ Ulaz ~

~ Regris ~

~ Sendak ~

~ (Young) Sendak ~

~ Haxus ~

~ Hepta ~

~ Throk ~

~ Sniv ~

~ Krax (claw guy) ~

~ (Evil) Zarkon ~

~ Pre Quintessence Zarkon ~

~ Lahn ~

~ Ladnok ~

~ Ranveig ~

~ Prorok ~

~ Trugg ~

~ Zethrid ~

~ Narti ~

~ Acxa ~

~ Ezor ~

~ Drick ~

~ Sal ~

~ Varkon ~

~ Lotor ~

~ Bogh ~

~ Gnov ~

~ Fentress ~

~ Morvok ~

~ (King) Zarkon ~

~ Alfor ~

~ Blaytz ~

~ Trigel ~

~ Gyrgan ~

~ Dr. Haggar ~

~ Branko ~

~ Blofar ~

~ Hawkins ~

~ Herreh ~

~ Letch ~

~ Mar ~

~ Raht ~

~ Other Galra Headcanons ~

~ Incorrect Quotes ~

~ More Incorrect Quotes ~

~ BoM Dating and Parent Scenarios Visuals ~

~ Character Lines; English Dub ~

~ Character Lines; French Dub ~

~ Character Lines; German Dub ~

~ Link to Kinktober 2021 ~

~ Link to BoM Dating Scenarios ~

~ Link to Blade of Marmora Parent Scenarios Prequels ~

~ Link to BoM Parent Scenarios ~

~ Link to The Return Of A Lost Paladin ~