#Vrepit Sa

[shsy7573]

This is one virus I will happily spread. Goodbye Voltron, you weren’t perfect, but you had a good run and you provided me w/ one of my most prominent comfort characters and favourite ships of all time. Vrepit Sa!

was scrolling on tiktok and i was BLASTED with this official VLD art:

WHIPLASH. FUCKING WHIPLASH. and now i want ALL of you to be reminded of the WAVES this art caused. civilizations COLLAPSED

they don’t make fandom like voltron anymore. they just don’t. bakudeku ending still doesn’t hold a candle to klance.

[bluemantics]

Pidge will find her family. There is no question about it. If Matt and Sam Holt are alive, then there is no corner of the universe, no offline or off-grid sector that can be hidden from her sharp eyes. She hates gut feelings and prefers to deal in logical, straightforward facts, but for them, she'll rely on the fickle natures of hope and belief.

To save them, she has to survive. Physically, it's easier for her than it might be for the others. She's not a front-line bruiser like Keith or a self-sacrificial idiot like Lance. Pidge is sneakier, blends in, hides and dodges and ducks. Additionally, as the smallest member of the team, the others tend to protect her a lot. No matter how often Pidge tells them to stop prioritizing her, they do. So, fine. She'll physically survive this.

Mental survival is another story. War is new to Pidge. As Katie, she'd only ever seen stories in books or from her father's recollections. Never firsthand. Hell, she'd never even witnessed an act of violence. Now, hurtling through the strange reaches of space, Pidge realizes how truly ignorant Katie had been.

At age 15, she lands a sharp stab from close up and is forced to watch as a cut bleeds slowly onto metal floors. A month later, she holds a mother as her eyes dim, Pidge's screams tearing up her own throat. Even later, she slices through a throat and freezes to the spot as a body thuds to the floor in front of her where a living being stood moments ago.

Pidge knows she's young, but she's fucking smart, so she decides to treat all this suffering and pain as data rather than letting her whole system fail. Who caused it? Where does it hurt? How can I compartmentalize, which box can I sort this into? It's all lines and columns in her mind, information to be dealt with later. She catalogs their shrieks somewhere buried deep within her, prays the files don't resurface at an inconvenient time.

They do, anyway. A video will play in her mind at night, forcing her awake with shaky, quick breathing and white-knuckled fists. Audio will remind her of dying words, of a soldier's final cry of vrepit sa as they sink to their knees. Counters click upward at a near-constant rate in the background. How many died today? How many Galra, how many innocent?

That's the thing about data: it is never complete and will always resurface.

And when Allura hugs her after a particularly challenging and devastating battle, something in Pidge snaps. She's horrified and helpless as her internal wiring misfires and her systems fall apart. A sob wracks her body, then another.

She was not made for this war. Pidge was made for pranking her brother and research and invention. She is creation, longing for novelty, seeking the endless expanses of knowledge to the ends of the universe. Instead, she has discovered finality. Pidge has found how easily an end can come and has become the tool to bring about these ends. It is the worst thing she can possibly imagine, and she hates it.

Allura holds her. Her marks glow. Leading a group of unwilling, inexperienced fighters can't be easy on her, either. But Pidge finds solace in their shared losses. As they embrace, Pidge grips her back.

"This is not all we are," Allura murmurs.

"Feels like it sometimes," Pidge responds thickly.

"I know." Allura pulls her closer and brings her head to her shoulder. Pidge, too tired to argue, closes her eyes. She'd like not to take in anything new, if just for a moment.

[vldunchartedregions]

Have you found anything relating to Lotor’s generals plot lines in season 8? If Ezor was meant to be dead, and Zethrid redeemed, how would Acxa and her react to Lotor’s return? I wonder if it was ever something they wanted to explore or were they going to cap it off with Acxa and Zethrid’s talk.

Firstly, thank you for the question! I hope you're having a wonderful day.

Do you know what's funny about this?! We were literally just talking about this today.

We are sure that any remnants of the generals having a subplot would've been lost in the mix unfortunately, considering Lotor was cut out of Season 8 (allegedly - Dreamworks & WEP, don't come for me please lol) so subsequently, if there was a subplot involving the generals and Lotor, that would've been scrapped too.

That being said, usually we've been able to find remnants of a missing plot line somewhere amongst the edited mess. That's how we found out Allura & Keith were allegedly beefing in the love triangle. More on that later; not the time.

With them unfortunately, we believe after many, many rewatches with the generals in particular, it does and did unfortunately cap off at the Zethrid & Acxa discussion. Ezor wasn't meant to be back; she was meant to be dead, and thus the whole motivation for the Grudge episode. She was added in very last minute (as also pointed out by Team Purple Lion) due to backlash with Adam's Robotech/Macross inspired death, and the backlash of how they introduced Adashi in general.

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✨ Theory Time ✨

Maybe there would've been a scene between Acxa & Lotor in Uncharted Regions (fits the theme of the episode title; they haven't spoken since... y'know) to make amends and provide closure on their relationship.

Acxa's motivation was to follow Lotor as she's grateful to him in ways we can't even imagine as the viewer. There's one important theme that flows throughout Voltron: Legendary Defender... The importance of found family. They were Lotor's found family. Rejected by the world for being half-breeds, they came together to dismantle the empire.

Her motivation to follow Keith was (at least in our humble opinion) to always find Lotor at the end of the day... Keith & Allura lead to Lotor. If you think about it, Acxa was his most trusted general, faked a betrayal + knew plans that Ezor & Zethrid did not.

Lotor took her in and treated her equally in a world where nobody else did as a half Galran, and that is SO important. It would make sense that she's joined the coalition not just for Keith per say, but to ultimately find Lotor again, whilst also finding a much greater purpose within this universe.

(Coran talking about how Allura may have known Keith was the key to the Galra's future... cough, cough).

Realistically speaking - As soon as Lotor wakes up, they would've began the preparation for the climax of his redemption arc. The writers wouldn't have much time before the final battle to provide closure to a lot of plot lines before Hunk & Coran go to get the Balmera, Honerva brings her EVA and breaks down reality, and it all goes to absolute chaos.

Positively speaking, I'd like to think there was at least a scene storyboarded where Acxa & Lotor reunite one last time before the final battle on the Atlas. Maybe a hug scene with Lotor mentioning how grateful he is to her and the generals... Especially with the loss of Ezor, we believe they all needed some closure there before everything goes to chaos.

This is just a selfish want of mine, but I would've also loved to have seen how Lotor met all of his generals, their backstories as to how they found Lotor, and vice versa in greater detail... maybe in another reality.

Thank you for the question. Vrepit Sa.

[tigerani]

legitimately cannot believe vrepit sa translates to "killing thrust".

because like. what.

[idaaadivock]

me to myself when i'm trying to get off the floor after my legs go numb

(i needed to hear this today and i'm glad i did)

you're not stuck. it's not over. you can claw yourself out again and again. find strength in yourself. find strength in others whom you can trust. the fight isn't over until you're dead.

[voltrohgodwhat]

Krolia joining a Mom Forum just to troll people:

Post: "My son is in junior varsity now!"

Krolia: "That's nice. My son recently spearheaded a covert operation to take down a terrorist column, and liberated a burning planet with nothing but his squad of lesbians and a barely-functional black market cargo ship."

-

Post: "Share your pictures! Here's my child on their first day of college!"

Krolia: [posts grainy, blurry cryptid shots of Keith stalking through the desert at 3AM]

-

Post: "How do you guys teach your kids to deal with problems? We're having some bullying issues at school."

Krolia: "If they're not decimating their enemies by at least age 5, you're doing it wrong. Vrepit sa."

-

Post: "Ladies! Camping beauty tips? We're off for the weekend!"

Krolia: "Remember the S's of camouflage: Stillness, Shape, Shadow, Shine, Silhouette, Signature, and Spacing. You must adapt to resemble your environment, and disrupt your presentation to the enemy. When disguising your weapon, avoid wrapping foliage or cover around the functional portions of a firearm-"

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Post: "Creative ideas for hide and seek and tag games?"

Krolia: "Remember, when stalking a target, avoid looking directly at the back of their head, as they may be able to sense your approach."

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Post: "Is it okay to let my son go out with his friends late?"

Krolia: "Group bonding is essential. The warriors your son spends time with will help teach him right from wrong in battle. He must learn how to operate within a small unit."

[squeakyleftsneaker]

Watching Voltron for the 1st Time: S6 Ep. 1-3

Oh brother. Oh dawg. Oh my fucking god. We've really reached this point in time. If you're stumbling across this and thinking to yourself "What on earth possessed you to take this cross upon your shoulders?" This is the epic backstory in a longass post. If you don't want to read that, I tutor a kid, kid likes this show, I said I'd check it out, kid got really excited. Also, now that I've sunk too much life into this fresh pile of shit, I need to see it through to the end. Cannot BELIEVE we're six seasons in bro.

Fine. Okay. Sure

Lance and I are on the same page abt Lotor

Sure let's learn about the Galra whatever this is an acceptable exposition form of things

FINALLY LEARNED WHAT VREPIT SA MEANS

They really could've set up this Shiro Is Compromised bit much better but I am happy they've finally remembered they have to keep it going. Which presumably means it'll be resolved soon enough bc I don't think they have forethought skills on the level of consistent foreshadowing more than like. Half an episode.

Keith's hot mom omfg I'm giggling and kicking my feet and shit Keith shut up and do what she tells you

WOW the abyss is beautiful. It's gorgeous. Again, these artists man. They've really cooked up some of the most gorgeous visuals in service of MID.

Oh cool Shiro and Keith are going to fight.

KROLIA IS MOTHERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR waow

Whales in space bro. I fuck w it.

Choosing to believe that this yeehaw rootin of tootin man with an eyebrow slit was the one pregnant with Keith

I actually kinda like these flashbacks but they are still SO reliant on just telling us shit in it.

DOG SPACE DOG FLUFFY CUTE LIL SPACE DOG OH YES FABULOUS GIMME EIGHTY MILLION OF THEM WITH THIS TIME PASSING MONTAGE OH AND IT TELEPORTS OH DEUX EX PUPPY I LOVE YOU

Also lmfao they aged Keith up now they can Korrasami ending homo him with literally any of the guys in the cast no problem (if they do this it is LAZY writing)

Yay! D&D!

SHIRO JUST PLAYING HIMSELF IN D&D BITCH I KNOW YOUR TYPE OF PLAYER I KNOW WHAT TF YOU ARE love his lil tiara I LOVE HIM YOU FUCKING DORK

"I'm going to be a Paladin again" CRYING HE'S SUCH A NERD I WANNA SHOVE HIM IN A LOCKER AND GIVE HIM A HUG

Lance is a FURRY???????

PLEASE HOW MANY TIMES IS SHIRO GOING TO DIE (in D&D and fr in the show)

"I wanna be a Paladin again" DAMN RIGHT U DO BABY

New Heights Of Skill Issue

If they'd made Lotor seem even VAGUELY trustworthy these episodes would work much better

Again I CANNOT believe that this show sets up the fact that Voltron is acting at the behest of Lotor and NEVER explores it. Lotor is set up to be a fascie-lite colonial wannabe! They're working for the fucking ruler of this horrible empire when he's made NO real reform efforts! They've become a symbol for HIM too and the show does NOTHING with that and like. WHY????????? WHY NOT

That's Not How Welding Works I'm Not Even GOOD At Welding And I Can Tell You That

Allura is Jesus and she will die for our sins ig but also I'm PISSED at this show for what they've done to her so she can be with Lance man FOR FUCKING WHYYYYYY

Just because you've letting Keith's hot mom do the exposition doesn't mean I'm going to forget you're doing a LOT of exposition

KROLIA UR MAN IS MY WORST ENEMY

JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE DOING IT WITH MY HOT ALIEN QUEEN DOESN'T MEAN I FORGIVE COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF EXPOSITION THROUGH FLASHBACK

ALSO THAT MAN??? MID. KROLIA PLEASE JUST GIVE ME ONE CHANCE ONE SINGULAR CHANCE

They're telling us Lance has never really liked someone that she's not like any other girl and like. YOU COULD'VE SHOWN US

Lance has Miami Cuban Energy [derogatory] in this episode (and yes before you get mad on my ass I am hispanic and no you don't get more details than that. Trust I know the Miami Cuban energy WELL and I have earned my ability to poke fun at them)

I'm just kinda annoyed at how much they've relied on TELLING us everything about Lance. HE'S OUR AUDIENCE STAND-IN! HE IS US! WE SHOULD KNOW ABOUT HIM !!!!

Micexposition is STILL not forgivable to me

Do I think a D&D episode is a good use of our time when this season has six episodes, none character, and left exposition? No. But I like D&D so ig whatever

I'm screaming WE GET D&D EXPOSITION? WE NEED EXPOSITION TO FUCKING PLAY DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS? I COULD MAKE A BETTER D&D CAMPAIGN WITH THE CONCEPT OF THIS SHOW THAN THEY CAN MAKE A SILLY LITTLE D&D EPISODE IM SO

Lance is a FURRY???????

This was a massive waste of time but oh well I had a good time

THE SCIENCE TECHNOBABBLE IN THIS SHOW PISSES ME OFF SM FR GUYS I'M SO

Guys this show is so dumb. SOOOOOO dumb. But I do really like D&D. Dearly. Anyway let's discuss the Implications.

If, say, a competent, patient, and unskillissued writer were to look at Voltron, the easiest and by far smartest way to handle "Voltron aligns with Lotor" would be to have them interact with a previously subjugated planet rebelling from the empire. Have Voltron split off from Lotor who is doing some weird emperor shit, have Voltron go check it out, and have the locals respond VERY NEGATIVELY to Voltron because, well, they're with Lotor!

Have Voltron really get to grips with what they're coming to represent! Have them have to realize from the people they used to really help that they've become a symbol of the status quo of subjugation! The Omega Shield episode was such a waste of time bc it's highly conciliatory to the Galra.

When Lotor said "That's one of our labor planets" IT SHOULD'VE BEEN POINTED OUT THAT THEY CANONICALLY HAVE LABOR CAMPS! FOR PRISONERS!

Allura has been so nerfed to make her Need Lance and Lance has just been shuffled off into "Makes snarky comments at Lotor and mopes over Allura" territory (one of those is needed bc Lotor sorely needs someone to punch him) which sucks because again, I cannot stress enough, he's the audience character. We are supposed to get him. He is supposed to be our character.

Idk. Keith is just there now he's honestly kinda dead to me bc my loyalties are solely to his hot mom, but ig they aged him up bc they can't decide what to do with him. Which. Clearly. We can tell bub. I am intrigued by them finding Even More Alteans like sure what the hell why not but also let's get a GRIP bro and let's put ourselves together. The inevitable Shiro fight is happening this season because these writers can't fucking plan for more than 2 seconds without just doing it anyway.

The main thing I liked from this is just that Shiro really is a massive dork and he's a big nerd and I want to shove him in a locker or shove his head in a toilet or something wow he's adorable. Love him. I think it's a shame they haven't bothered to do too much with him on the whole in the way I think it's a shame they haven't bothered to do much with Keith the whole time. The only established interpersonal connection on this show and they've really squandered it by NOT HAVING ANYTHING HAPPEN.

We shall debrief at the end of this season which I intend to finish TODAY.

[mushed-kid]

vrepit sa means killing thrust😭😭

[marrmora]

Leonardo I genuinely want to know why you wrote this

TLDR: Do not know if we’re delusional or a system, most of our identities come from being mentally deranged and from trauma, and we’re still figuring out stuff. We are taking the figuring out about ourselves part slow.

If you are sensitive to alterhuman discourse, some very angry talk, and mentions of being insane and mentally deranged, please don’t read this. I wrote this because I’m so tired and so mad it’s awful.

Just gonna put this out here: we don’t know if we’re a system or not. We don’t know if we’re delusions, either. We’re just… here.

Yes, it does tie into our alterhuman identities, but more or less most of our identities are from being mentally deranged and trauma. We’re still making our intro, but we just WANTED to put this out before we finished it. Cause we may be like… 7 creatures in this body, but we don’t know what it is.

Most of my Keith and Lance fictotypes come from my trauma, while my others come from either being mentally + physically delusional and deranged, or I just am them. I am the blade of Marmora. I am a vampire. I’m a mother fucking god and I’m amazing at my job. But I’m mentally deranged and that shows. Im not human. I never was. So why call me that? Even the term “nonhuman” or “alter human” makes me icky, even if we use it. Stereotypes, whether you like it or not, are still in safe spaces. I’ve seen so many. Like yes, most peoples alterhuman identity stems from their past life or such, and I’m not saying that’s bad, but mine stems from neurodivergence, trauma, and being deranged. I’m fucking insane, don’t romanticize that shit. Don’t give me a damn flag and call it off, don’t even bring it up. Being insane isn’t something to be proud of.

^ (This barely has anything to do with the post, but I wanted to say this so bad. So so bad. And if you like the flags, that’s awesome, but I really don’t.)

DO NOT TAKE THAT COMMENT AS ‘alterhumans are deranged!’ NO. IM FUCKING DERANGED, SEPARATE THAT FROM MY IDENTITY, AND ILL STILL BE FUCKING INSANE.

We constantly feel like we’re faking, and honestly? Don’t think we’re a system. Just think they’re delusions. And I mean that in a good way. Being a system? Perfectly fine, that’s okay. I don’t think I am, though. I don’t think I’m plural.

And if I am? I’ll figure that out later. I just want to be the blades and do my honor, I don’t want to figure out everything so quickly. It takes time to figure things out.

I’m not even gonna tag this besides my usual tag and one for bat.

Vrepit Sa.

[kaakelymaakely]

a rogue and a bard walk into a bar...

KLANCE DND!AU PROLOGUE

When the Kingdom's artifact comes up missing, Keith and Lance are tasked with retrieving it. As they navigate this dangerous, magical world, their uneasy alliance quickly makes way into something more intimate.

OR!

In which Keith hates bards, and Lance hates tieflings.

“Vrepit sa!” 

Zarkon cried out, poised on one of the Kingdom of Altea’s abundant boulders. It was difficult to keep his footing, as the shape of it was eroded, an effect of the kingdom’s natural acidic rain. His boots scuffed against the mass of it, kicking the small, loose pieces out of his way. It was still dark out, the threat of dawn only hours away. The full moon hung behind him, low, crowning his head like some sort of halo. The light of it bounced off his army of tieflings’ armor, bold and blinding. 

The air itself was dry, and worst of all, hot. It was hard to fill their lungs, instead they were forced to take shallow breaths. It burned their throats. The heated air made the army’s uniforms stuffy, and scorching to the touch. They had already lost a number of tieflings to the heat, their bodies abandoned as they marched on. Those who attempted to stop and help the affected were consequently trampled by the stampede of Zarkon’s tieflings. Such is war. 

He unsheathed his broadsword, the glint of it in the moonlight reflecting his own sharp eyes. He does not hold eye contact. Instead, he slices through the air, raising his sword high in one swift motion. Zarkon’s elbow straightens and extends, the sharp blade pointing towards Altea’s castle. A signal. His tieflings erupt in their own battle cries in response, their weapons pointed towards the stars. They move as one, rushing their way towards the castle.

The Queen sits in her castle’s tower, watching. Next to her stands a servant. She does not recognize them, as their face is shrouded, shaded by the hood of their cloak. Not that it matters; she has too many workers to learn all their names or faces. 

In her hands lies the kingdom’s own artifact: The Heart of the Mountain. It is a red stone the size of a softball. Almost a perfect circle, but not quite. The sides are slightly lopsided, favoring the right over the left. The center is a deep, dark slit, reminiscent of a cat’s eye. Its surface pulses with veins of molten gold. She carefully cups her hands around the surface and brings the stone close to her chin. She whispers words into it, watching as the red begins to shift into a brighter orange. The color travels into her hands, and runs down her arms in the shape of runes.

It starts with the boulder Zarkon’s perched on, the surface of it begins to shift. His eyes narrow as he looks down, watching the rock shake. Suddenly, a large crack forms in the boulder, splitting it in two. He swiftly jumps to one side as the crack expands into the ground, rushing its way to his soldiers. The rift enlarges into a canyon, magma rising from the depth below.  he growls, biting out a warning, but it comes out too late. The ground splinters, and half of the tieflings careen off the edge, ruthlessly swallowed by the magma. Those who don’t immediately succumb claw at the edges, attempting to climb their ways out. Their attempt is futile though. The earth crumbles under their hands, and they fall. Zarkon sneers.

The runes decorating the Queen’s arms start to burn and puff her skin. She cries out, dropping the stone. It rolls at her feet before landing in front of the servant. A grin pokes through from their hood as they pick it up, leaving to return it to the royal vault. They hesitate at the door, looking back at where the Queen is bent over in pain, holding a hand against her burning wrist. Believing they are looking for her comfort, she offers them a strained smile. They offer no response, tail flicking behind them as they exit.

The Queen furrows her brows, something nicking at the back of her brain. Instead of taking note, she redirects her attention to the battlefield. With the stone now gone, the earth begins to etch itself together, faults pushing against one another. The canyons close, forever trapping the tiefling army. Any magma that began to bubble up, settles back down into the cracks. Eventually, it was as if the ground had never split.

“Retreat!” the Queen calls out, leaning out of the tower's window. Her voice carries far, all the way to Zarkon. “Lest you desire to succumb to the same fate as your army!”

At the elven Queen’s words, a low growl threatens deep in his throat. He swallows it down, instead smiling, all pointed teeth. The Queen’s eyes sharpen at the rumbling laugh that erupts from Zarkon. Despite his apparent loss, he sounds triumphant. Her grip tightens nervously from where she’s still cradling her wrist, the action making her hiss in response. 

“You may think you have won,” Zarkon snarls. “But think again.” 

With that, he reaches into his chestplate and pulls out an amulet. His fist wraps around it and, with a flick of a wrist, smoke spills from the locket. It lazily curls around him, fully surrounding him and successfully veiling him from the Queen’s view. When the hot hair blows, the smoke clears, and he is gone. The Queen straightens her spine and eyes where Zarkon had just stood, before thinking back to her servant. A sickening feeling twists in her stomach. Just to make sure, she turns tail, her cloak whipping behind her. 

She rushes down the halls, ignoring her staff’s concerned questions as she hurries past. A few try to stop her and make sure she’s okay, but with one deadly look, they relent. It isn’t long before the Queen is dashing up the spiral stairs, all the way to the highest level of the castle. She swings open the doors to reveal the royal vault. Entering the code into the vault’s keypad, the vault twists open with a satisfying hiss. That sickening feeling transforms into waves of nausea.

There is no stone.

The Heart of the Mountain is gone.  

– 

Dear Keith, 

I am sorry, but I’m calling in my favor.  

The Heart of the Mountain is missing, taken by the Galra Army last night. I had let my guard down and, in consequence, it was taken right from under my nose. I failed as your Queen. 

I am enlisting your help to retrieve my precious artifact, as the fate of my kingdom relies on it. However, you will not be alone. Lance, another trusted ally of mine, will be joining you on this journey. Together, I trust my stone will be returned safely. In return, I will reward you with 500,000 gold coins, each.  

I expect to meet you both for a quick debrief this fortnight, at noon. We may round together at the town’s tavern, on Main Street. Please, pack appropriately, and make sure to bring Red. The quicker we can recover The Heart of the Mountain, the safer our kingdom may be.  

You owe me. 

-Your Queen. 

[discordiansamba]

good afternoon, thinking about Haggar slowly breaking down Keith and Shiro.

She keeps them both separate on purpose. She lets them see each other- she can't completely keep them away from each other, or they'll become suspicious that she's not following through on her promises. They need to be able to confirm that the other is alive and well, or her plans won't work.

She starts simple with them both. They must show the proper respect to those around them. Learn to salute, learn the importance of phrases such as vrepit sa. They don't have to wear prison rags anymore- Keith is given the attire of a druid acolyte, and Shiro is given clothing that a Galra civilian would wear. They are both taught Galran, and are instructed to use it over their native language- or there will be consequences to face for the the other. They are both given instruction on Galra culture and history. They cannot say no.

Haggar also lies. She's still sending Shiro to the arena.

Not often. Just enough. She always makes sure he's healed before she allows him to meet Keith. And Shiro doesn't say anything, because he doesn't want his brother to worry. He has to keep winning for Keith. Haggar promised that she would ensure he's treated well as long as he keeps winning.

She actually uses very little magic. Magic can be undone. She desires something more... permanent. All she needs to do is goad on their progress here and there.

They stop being prisoners at some point. There are no longer any guards watching them. They can move about freely on Central Command. They slowly forget they were ever prisoners. Shiro fights in the arena by choice. Keith is studying druid magic by choice. When they are allowed to see each other, it doesn't cross their minds to switch from Galran to English.

Shiro talks openly about the training he is undergoing at the arena, regaling Keith with stories of his recent victories. How if he keeps winning, he'll be rewarded with a spot in Zarkon's army. Keith talks to Shiro about his studies and the progress he's making- about how Haggar thinks he'll be able to become a full druid soon. Shiro tells him how proud he is of him. How he knew he always had potential.

They are no longer kept apart. They share quarters together now on Central Command. Keith watches his brother fight in the arena, cheers him on alongside the rest of the Galra. Shiro drags Keith to bed when he's otherwise too engrossed with his studies to sleep. This is their normal daily life now.

They hold a joint celebration when Karrion becomes a full druid and Shiron is promoted to Commander, given a stronger Galra body to go with his new rank. Shiron tries to cook. Karrion does not let him. His memories of his past might be hazier now that he has taken the druid mantle, but he knows his brother well enough to know he can't cook for shit.

A week from now, they will move onto Shiron's new command ship. It will be sad to say goodbye to their home on Central Command- but serving the Galra Empire is a great honor. They won't fail the trust that Emperor Zarkon has placed in them.

[vld-has-messed-me-up]

I'm really quite sure it was "Victory or Death"

What does vrepit sa mean?

Victory or death?

Yes sir?

Long live the king?

Galrans rule?

Hand me that potato?

Ski ski motherfucker?

Vote now! 

[voltronthelostlion]

*ੈ✩Volume 2 Revision Progress:

I have the memory of a goldfish tbh, so i'm doing this for the sake of not forgetting what i've fixed 😭 also, i get such a sense of accomplishment when i put that little green checkmark :D

here is the list of ideas for reference.

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Chapter Seventeen: Radyr Se'tar | 🚧👷‍♀️🔨

Chapter Eighteen: Vrepit Sa | ✅

Chapter Nineteen: Infiltrate, Evacuate, Annihilate | ✅

Chapter Twenty: "All I do, I do in the name of Galra." | ✅

Chapter Twenty-One: For the Stars are Always Listening | 🚧👷‍♀️🔨

CHAPTERS 22–33 | ☑️ not yet ‼️

[the-voltron-dictionary]

Vrepit Sa.

(Vreh-pit-sah)

[Noun]

Means "Killing Thrust"

Is used commonly amongst the Galra as a response to commands or a term of encouragement to oneself or their fleet.

-VREPIT SA (Kindly donated by Anon)

[kseniyache]

46. Lotura

glad to see you're active again!

Lotura — my great love. I was glad to write smth about them. Never get tired of this pairing. Here you are! Thanks for the request!

Lotor was standing in the hangar. His soldiers were bustling around, completing preparations for departure. The Prince himself did not take his eyes off the door. Won't she come?

“My prince,” Acxa came up to him. “Everything is ready for the flight.”

Lotor nodded curtly.

“Thank you, Acxa. A couple more doboshes.”

“Of course, my prince. Vrepit-Sa.”

Acxha walked away, and Lotor didn’t even notice the long sad look she gave him. He was still looking at the hangar doors. His posture expressed confidence: legs wide apart, hands behind his back, chin upturned and a determined look. But despite this, his soul was full of confusion. She has to come, he thought.

Ticks became doboshes again and again, and he really began to think that it was stupid to wait for the one he was so eager to see. But he stubbornly stared at the door, unwilling to admit one simple truth: that first kiss meant nothing…

Behind him he heard whispers: the generals began to lose patience. Lotor glanced over his shoulder. Acxa crossed her arms over her chest and stared gloomily at his back.

“Take your seats,” he ordered, and turned away before Acxa rolled her eyes in annoyance.

Lotor knew what they were thinking: their prince had completely lost his mind from love. Perhaps. But he flew away only the stars know how far, and hoped that Princess would come at least to say goodbye. Engines rumbled behind him. Well, he would have to accept that he wouldn’t see Allura.

Lotor’s lips tightened into a thin thread, and he abruptly turned on his heels to sit in the chief pilot’s seat.

“Lotor!”

The hangar door finally opened, letting the princess inside. She was running towards him, tangled in her skirt. And he, terrified of the joy he felt when he saw Allura, took a few steps in her direction.

The princess practically fell into his arms.

“I… couldn’t… not to say goodbye,” she said breathlessly. “It’s… Coran. He…”

“It doesn’t matter, Allura. You are here.”

“Here,” she smiled, looking up into his eyes.

He ran his palms down her shoulders and took her hands in his. He brought it to his lips and kissed her knuckles, never taking his eyes off her for a moment.

Allura stood on tiptoe, reached out to him, closing the distance. Lotor stifled a sigh of relief. She came. She’s here. She misses him as much as he misses her. Lotor bent down to her and pressed his lips to hers, feeling tenderness and gratitude.

The kiss deepened, Lotor felt the warmth that spread throughout his body. He didn’t want to break away from Allura, and he held her closer to him.

Finally, barely able to breathe from an overabundance of feelings, he let Allura from his embrace, touching her lips with a light kiss for the last time.

“I’ll be waiting for you,” Allura whispered.

“And I’ll come back for you.”

Lotor lightly squeezed Allura’s fingers and walked towards the ship, noticing how his generals quickly rushed to their seats. Great… They saw everything. Okay. Let it be.

Flying out of the hangar of the Castle of Lions, Lotor did not hold back a happy smile.

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Helping Love - Part 1: Commander Yjok

Lance wanted to cringe at the ringing in his ears, but he couldn't move. His body ached terribly, and his arm hurt more than ever. He sucked in a shaky breath and even that hurt to do. He wanted to cry, wail in the pain he was in, but refrained from doing so, he wouldn't gain more pain but doing that. Crying never saved him but he still cried. 

He heard footsteps and closed his eyes again; he heard the floorboards creaking as someone walked over him and he was kicked just a bit that he nearly winced loudly. Listening to the sounds around him he heard his father speak through something, a phone maybe? No, no, no, it was something different. "Have you located the lions?" The voice was deep and gruff almost, Lance wanted to shudder, he didn't like the sound of whoever this was. "No, not yet. I will locate them I won't let you down. Sire" his father replied sharply, who was even talking too? He dared not to move, his father couldn't know he regained consciousness, that'd be a death sentence almost if he was caught to have listened to something he shouldn't. But for some reason, the more Lance listened to the deep voice the more something pinged in his gut. This... man, sounded familiar almost. Foreign, but familiar. Without seeing the face, he wouldn't be able to tell. "You are to locate the lions and bring them to me, your mission is still clear. Do you understand Commander Yjok?" The demanded order was clear and stern, but Lance was confused, Commander Yjok? No, his father's name was Jospeh McClain. Who names someone Yjok much less Commander in this day and age. "Understand, Sire. Vrepit Sa!" What does that even mean! "Vrepit Sa. Do not fail me, Commander Yjok" he heard the voice disappear and his father chuckle, "I will find those lions and bring them to you, Emperor Zarkon. Don't you worry. I may even add in a little mistake I've got as a prize" Lance froze but kept his eyes closed. He could fear returning to his limbs; however, he remained still as if he was still unconscious. 

Jospeh grabbed Lance by his shoulder and limply, Lance was held in the air, begging himself not to show any emotion or jerk from the pain. "You are a prize worth the same amount as those lions, and once you've been trained enough, you'll never even think to disobey an order by your owner. I'll make sure to it" he could hear the grin and he was scared, forcing his body to remain limp. He needed to remain limp for as long as possible. Veronica came home today from an overnight shift, and he knew she'd be livid if she ever found out the truth. 

He could feel his father walking and the creaking of the stairs, seems they were going upstairs, and he prayed that nothing else would happen, he basically pleaded to whatever god there was that nothing else was going to happen and thankfully nothing did. He was tossed in his room, his body rolling painfully on the floor and the door shut with a click. Great, the door was locked. But at least he could move now. 

Pain filled him completely as he whimpered quietly, it hurt. It hurt so much! But he needed to see the damage, he knew his arm was either broken or sprained but he didn't know which it was however he knew the pain he just couldn't decipher which pain it was. Guess he'd have to ask Veronica when she came home. He's the only one he can really, really trust. She was his sister, his mentor, his best friend. She was his safe place, Joseph prevented doing anything to show injury on Lance when Veronica was there, he prevented that, but she was the only one in the dark of what was happening within the walls of the McClain house. And he was afraid for tomorrow, it was presentation day. Status was everything. Alphas were considered royalty. Betas were the normal folk. And Omegas were treated like dirt from what he's heard. He prayed, hoped even, that he wasn't going to be an Omega, he'll be doomed to death if he presented that status. 

Sighing he shifted so that he was resting against his bed, thanks to Veronica not taking crap from anyone, not even their parents, she bought him a better bed like hers and a few other things, but she did notice how Jospeh liked to single him out and vowed not to be that kind of person. He loves his big sister. Feeling his arm to try and figure out the pain, he pressed down and shut his eyes tightly and inhaled sharply, definitely broken. Oh boy, this was just great. He needed to put it back into place, looking around he caught sight of one of his old shirts that Luis destroyed and snagged it, ripping it apart with his non-broken hand and his teeth before he again used his teeth to tie it tightly above the area where the bone was broken before he took a breath. Make this quick without shouting out in pain, he could do this. He's done it before which was sadly last week, and he had to do the same thing now. Just breathe. He could do it. 

Grabbing his arm and inhaling slowly biting his lip, he pushed in and wanted to yell and cry, the pain was too much it hurt. He wanted it to end. Slowly the pain began to descend into painful tingling sensations but at least the bigger pain was gone, why did the presentation have to be tomorrow? His arm needed at least a full week to heal completely. 

Feeling around he could still feel the pain but not as bad as when it was broken so, good news on that part. Bad news is that Veronica's going to see his arm in pain and the other injuries. Oh man, he didn't want her to know, she'd blow a fuse and she has a temper. He could hear the front door open and Veronica calling out in Spanish, oh man, he's doomed.