#cyberghost scout📄

[bladedalchemistreplica]

||_||Uncommon friends and neighbors

|| @cyberghost-scout for the demon AU

The young temporary prince stood in the closed room of his in complete silence. Eyes trained on the old pages of the book which rested upon a handmade and rather heavy book stand. The room darkened and only filtering in the blue moonlight of the deep midnight sky. Clear as the day had been, the moon’s lovely rays danced into the room with an uneasy comfort to it. The shadows in the corner of the room remaining untouched and unbothered by its rays. The shadow cast by the man seemed to just look over him in protest to the oddity it stood over.

The book was flipped open to a page which held several tags and some carefully placed markings to another timeline the prince’s eyes dancing around the page and to the surrounding area before him with uncertainty and a hint of excitement. A mixture which seemed to battle for control over his movements and feelings, the feeling of unknown bringing him further and further to completing the ritual given from the book. The fear which tried to bite back and get him to close the book and toss it away back into that pile of junk he’d found it form. Though as far as it had known- it was losing. Especially when the man’s hand lifted some chunk of rock and began to move it into the bowl before him.

He had seen such before in other books on Altea and even his father’s personal library. Though he never dared to touch such before, before this at least, this one was different to him. It was a book he had passed by during one of his late night trips back to the steps of his former home. And on the way back he had stood before it with curiosity which begged him to bring it into the warmth of the castle; to which it was taken into the castle. Studied for weeks he had, until now. The time he had given to collect what he wished to use and to now be adding in the last of items.

And when he had- he frowned.

Nothing. Nothing had happened—-

Then the flash of bring light came and odd sense of movement and buzz of energy with a hit of something oddly sweet.

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Alfor picked his head up as he organized the items. His attention keyed onto Flows words.

To pretend to be organic?

"Are you able to change your forms?" He questioned, the feline leaning inwards, just as intrigued as the man. Ears shifting forward as he awaited the next words.

"I-I believe hiding would be perferable... but what do you mean by pretending to be organic?"

It was grabbing his full attention, he must know what they ment by that!

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He didn’t know how he’d managed to get this far, but it was far enough for him. Though now he was stranded on this planet, repairing with what he had and attempting to get a decent job with the shuttle before any of the inhabitants got curious enough of the crashing sound and trail of uprooted dirt.

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Well, he sort of failed that about hiding from the locals. A blue and white seeker chirped as she picked up a ping from the computer. Something different then she was used too. So like a wondering little bird, she decided to explore the area.

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《《••Return of five

《□@cyberghost-scout Starting thread

The events of before had set them back, the freedom fighters, the Blade of Marmora had sent them some word of backup if needed after such times. Unluckily, they had not yet given an idea on what said backup would entail.

Though they would not be picky. Kolivan being busy with the paladins of Voltron for a few movements had come across all branches of both organizations.

Voltron. Voltron had returned, ten-thousand deca-phoebs later, the defenders of the universe have returned. The word spread during the time of healing, boosting much confidence in putting an end to the galra reign.

Although things had calmed, that didn't mean it would last...and today. It did not. Because, their ship was ablaze.

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"Good. You won't be much to handle...Haggar would be enthralled with this...update." The Druid looked once more to the guards.

Alfor continued to study her. Gaze drifted to the ground as he listened, letting things settle and allow some memories to return. "It was Vralti? Vralti..." He repeated.

"What was that? Speak up, Alfor." The Druid turned back around.

"It was nothing - just pity!" He answered with an unconvincing smile. It didn't help much with what occurred earlier. He was still shaken by that. Some relief fell through as the Druid went to speak with the guard.

Something about watching Alfor and the Oracle.

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Alfor walked down the hallway, being followed by one of the Druids of Haggar's. He had grown used to the others' presence, but couldn't forget them to be there.

His passage came to a halt as he was then lead down another hall by the Druid. A silent exchange of words followed. Into the halls of captives of the Galra Empire. There he would come to a halt with the Druid.

Staring at the door the Druid leaned closer to inspect the one within its confinement.

Qessyn sat with her back to the door, despondent.

Some Commanders were better than others. This, unfortunately, was one of the worse ones.

Treated like a prisoner. A tool. Far too valuable to be free.

It had all happened so fast. She was just a medic with a strange birthmark on her head, and come to find out…

“Doesn’t look like much, does she?”

One of the guards shrugged at the Druid. “They say she’s the Oracle, or some such. Hasn’t been one born in the last 10,000 deca-phoebs.”

Qessyn slowly turned towards the entrance of the cell, her eyes weary and defeated. She looked…broken.

She wondered if her family even knew where she was. She hadn’t been able to contact them at all…

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He had heard the groups approach, but then Homelanders voice filled the area, causing the steps to stop and divert their attention onto the supe who had just arrived. The stress had become to subside, giving him some breathing room. Yet he didn't feel completely sage, even if Homelander was there.

Slowly, he peeked over and out of his hiding spot, watching and listening to what they had to say, yet he hadn't had much of a clue what had triggered them to follow him. He fixed himself as he watched.

As their leader pointed the gun directly at Homelander, for a moment, it had almost brought him out of his hiding place, before the man was sent flying through the air and crashing down into a crate. It wasn't a first for him to see such, Zarkon and Grygan had been able to do the same, there wasn't much surprise that Homelander could do so.

He slowly stood up and moved a bit closer, keeping behind items around him. But he couldn't help but feel even more helpless. He could fight, he has before. It just wasn't in him. This time, however, it could have been the worst choice if he had tried.

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He grabbed the phone Homelander had given him, and began to try and call the super. He ducked down behind a few unused barrels. The lapping waters near this dock area could have been relaxing, it could have been.

Now it would either mask his movement and lulling breathing, or would maak the footsteps of the ones he'd ran into.

He could assume he has misinterpreted what they have wanted, earth was vastly different. He should have given himself time to explore the planet.

Homelander was finishing up an interview when his phone rang. He waved Ashley off who kept trying to talk to him, too focused on his phone. Especially when he saw who was calling.

…Well, actually it was more so who he didn’t as there was no name, just a number. But he could only assume it was Alfor. After all, he’d given the kid his number not too long ago, and it was blocked from all mailing and contact lists. If anyone had his number, it was because he wanted them to have it.

He found a quiet spot backstage and brought the phone to his ear as he answered the call. “Hello? Alfor, this you?” He asked, pretty certain it was. But then again, he couldn’t be completely sure.

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Romelle looked up as she sat there. Uncertainty on her face as she looked to Ozar. "Where are we?" She asked.

"Nowhere close to the fight we had going on. We're safe for the moment it seems." Ozar looked around again and noticed the general who stood up. He looked conflicted as she looked around as well.

"This isn't Kraydah..." she murmured rubbing her head.

"It isn't." Ozar grumbled. But before she could say anything else he'd gone over to the other, kneeling down as he carefully nudged the man. Looking relieved as he stirred.

Beside him the feline hissed at him, running over ans shipping his hand. "Oh-woah-! Hey-you thing...stop that!" He didn't like whatever this thing was.

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Cover, they were heading for cover. The blades hadn’t failed this time, no, they didn’t fail their operation. They were tricked. A oversight of the newest member was overlooked and it caused them to be ambushed from their temporary base residency. But it wasn’t just them, the freedom fighters and groups seeking refuge were in the direct line of fire. But now they were being hunted.

Kolivan motioned for another group to come with, within it he noticed the Lieutenant of the Freedom fighters with s shorter blonde haired- human? There was no time to questions such, they just headed for the shelter, they had been. When the ground seemed to collapse beneath them. He didn’t see much for who fell with them, besides the three. Then within ticks they landed hard on the ground. Then there was nothing-unconsciousness took over for him.

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Stan was sitting on the back porch of the Mystery Shack, reading the newspaper and sipping a cup of coffee. It was a peaceful morning, perfect for relaxing . Which was exactly what Stan was doing.

Until his twin brother burst out from inside the shack holding a tracking device in his hand.

“GAH!” Stan jumped and almost spilled his coffee all over his newspaper in the process. He turned and glared at his twin. “Ford! I almost spilled my coffee because of you!”

“Sorry about that, Stanley. But this important.” Ford replied, glancing over at his brother. “Years ago I installed special motion detector scanners out in the forests that surround this shack. Well one of them picked up on something, or as I suspect, someone. We have to go and investigate!”

“Oh come on, bro. I’m sure it’s just a deer or flock of birds….or that Velociraptor I saw running around while on my walk yesterday.” Stan said.

“A Velociraptor?” Ford widened his eyes a bit before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Honestly that doesn’t surprise me, given the history of this place.”

Then he turned to Stan once more. “Stanley, please, just humor me and help me track down whatever set off the scanner?”

“Alright, alright, I’ll help you.” Stan sighed and stood up.

“Thank you!” Ford smiled. “Let’s go!”

With that, the two of them headed into the forest in search of whoever set off the scanner.

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The technicians began to part ways from Kolivan as he turned around to do the same. Now rolling over the idea on what that one building should be made into. While on one hand it could stand as a good place for extra housing, it also could work as a more improved medical space for any injured or sick persons; however they could use it as housing and needed more space for the blade members. The rebels tended to be more individualistic in terms and conditions. Beyond family, partners, or close friends. And so far they were having a fairly successful time finding places for their own.

Though the blade’s were having more trouble with their goals of housing. A few having marked up a few closer buildings, including that school as a possible area for housing. Though this one building may work for them- in the long run he felt it would be a decent medical facility.

He wished he could have been more familiarized with the rebels and those unacquainted with the blades. If he had been maybe this could have been avoided, it all could have been…

The blade’s head picked up as he sensed someone in his vicinity. A slight smile overcame his face as he noticed Flow. “Flow.” He greeted simply.

|||—If we do not strike first who will?—|||

[[mayday timeline- @cyberghost-scout

((Shortened for convenience of reading)

It had been some time since the last formal and major meeting came together. Many things on Olkarion had remained the same for most; Rebels moving from one planet to another for shipments of supplies and rations, Refugees returning for shelter and medical care, the paladins coming and going for missions and supplies with the Voltron lions. Each and everyone playing a particular part in the rise against the Galra empire. Their efforts against the empire growing more and more each and everyday.

Though, the blade of Marmora and a certain black and red Paladin had seemed to have gone missing, the spot of red being adopted by the blue Paladin, and a new pink colored Paladin taking ownership of the blue lion had occurred in the last few movements. Resulting in little changing say for the fighting style and color of a few. The almost complete disappearance of the Blades had not Ben noticed just yet, mostly due to their scarcity and privacy. Unknown to many and even the paladins, most if not all had been called to Olkarion on standby, resting in one of the deeper parts of the forests. Away from prying eyes and to the knowledge of a few trusted Olkrian’s.

A small lab forged with the aid of their technology gifted Allie’s, one which held a rather deadly secret from the wider universe. While small, the lab wasn’t the only thing housed there. A few hidden and underground housing units made specifically for the group had been formed and even a small area for storage of various items and private ships. It was their life now, at least for that time.

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"He has been stable. I haven't really left since you got him here." Thace seemed anxious, his voice tone giving away some strain and his posture stiffened. Tavo was currently looking to him and his Maipa.

"I hate seeing him like that. I can hope he feels nothing from this..." But he felt that he may, he still had little understanding to how this would affect him for the time. Tavo made a few more sounds as he began to wiggle around in Thace's arms, popping his arms free and hitting his hands aganst the larger arms.

<<<||……Side of Pink

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The blades had gotten word of the return of Voltron, including a few extra members of a particular ship. The new spread rather quickly and made way to most, if not all, branches and agents under the Marmorian blade. While extraordinary good news, they still held onto the lack of news of the whereabouts of their leader and missing operatives. A aura of somber continued to linger in the air around their operatives.

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Neto perked up as sounds of air rushed by and firepower began to sound in the distance. Ozar glanced over and picked Neto up by their collar. It seemed their time of recovery had arrived. It was time to pack their bags and get out of there. So far it seemed they'd be able to get out with no distractions. The opening was soo filled with the familiar colors and shape of one of their ships, the door opening with a goat-like appearing anthropomorphic figure to the side. A hand on the controls and a blade in the other. "Come on! Cover ain't gonna last long!" He called out as more firing occurred.

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The time with the Freedom Fighters have proven useful. Allowing then to create a bridge for connections and upperhandfor defense against the occasional galra attack, even if small.

Now things had seemed to settle down, enough so they could begin creating a temporary refuge for their friends, families, those who've lost homes and planets to the empire. As well build more firepower among themselves and their members.

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Another wail of a kit came as a few of the beasts came to poke their head through the trees. Heads which snarled back at the supposed threat that entered their little sanctuary. The largest of them stood more then fifth teen feet, the shortest among them being a merely six foot. That one looked more confused and held no prominent fangs, a mere foal. They looked down and up at her with more angry and threatening warnings. A few stomping the ground.

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News was spreading of the many returns in the Freedom fighters. Hopeful words spun as the return of the missing LT and the Lions came to the planet.

And the return of the big blue ship Old Betty is also a lovely welcome.

Some members lean over as the leaders meet up to catch up and have members heal.

But right now, Flow was sitting down waiting in the Freedom Fighter's medical bay as everyone agreed.

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"I'll be careful, I'd rather not become bothersome or a nuisance." It would be simple after all if things were to go as Homelander had said. And if it were to run the route, there was less trouble for everyone. Though he couldn't think he'd end up roaming too much.

Roaming around another place, unknown to him. He figured he may just focus on staying in one spot for as long as he could. He could focus on...thoughts. perhaps just heal up a bit, inside a tower, and see from the view. No reason to cause trouble.

His focus shifted back to homelander. "Of course." He genuinely wondered if anyone actually noticed. If no one had, it was in his favor. No questions to be brought up or unwanted snooping. As well of keeping some good space for any other encounters with other humans.

Then again, no more new faces...right now.

"I am. I don't have much on my person, currently." He glanced over his shoulder. At least the people were safe, just the building being a loss.

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Thace had given him time, With the chaos going on all around him and rocking of the centeral command ship, there would be no question in his escape. He'd be free, finally, he'd be free.

Eventually, he'd gotten to the escape pods, the hanger almost empty say for the pods. As he had begun to make his way over the ship, he and two unfortunate soldiers we're sent flying through the air. The sound of a lions roar accompanied their flight. Beyond that, he couldn't recall much, besides hearing metal bending and the frightened shouts of the soldiers.

Then he hit ground, hard, he hit it hard. Sending what air he had in his lungs rushing out. Slowly, he began to prop himself up, growing in pain as he slowly lifted his head up. Listening to the sounds of odd sounds. Sounds of...voices? Slowly, he rised his head. The area around him looked different. Tall buildings, strange grounded ships, and...alteans? But with round ears.

"Oh...oh dear." Did he...he couldn't have opened a wormhole...right?

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She was greedy, and he loved it. He continued the pace before picking it up. He was not unfamiliar with the motions, though it was a new perspective to be taking the lead of such.

Each thrust tossing more and more pleasure between the two, encouraging him to pick the pace up and finish. Yet he didn't want that- he wanted to please her before himself, yet his body didn't seem to want that.

He was slowly coming closer and closer to ramming inside of her and finishing. The kissing and hip movements could have sent him over the edge.

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It was a while, but Flow walked down to Ozar's quarters. He was healed up-- everyone was. But lately, Ozar has been in a foul mood. She worried it was due to the pressure, and some fighters were talking behind his back.

She sighed while facing the door. She gently tapped on the door before grabbing the doorknob, "Ozar." She spoke out.

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<<||………⚠️lemon thread⚠️………||>>

Ozar was at a breaking point. Not that it was in true seriousness in him dropping some wall or bodies, no not that, he was furious at the recent words of his failures of past and general personal criticisms. On any other day such criticism would be dismissed or taken in note. But today-or the current two movements, he’s been…ticked. It started at the worst time as well, luckily he was healed up, he was proud of how his recovery was quick. But he wasn’t able to go out and blow or distract himself from this period. As he would.

Once he’d returned to his quarters he’d thrown almost everything off. Say for his top and pants, throwing blow after blow at his own set-up. After half-a-Vargas he had to remove another layer. His body was steaming hot. He just wanted to be distracted, he needed to be distracted. At least he knew to lock the door this time around. Right?

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"What-" ozar cut Te-osh off as he and Kronos followed the screaming. Even if they couldn't do anything, it may be best for them to report back. The almost unfamiliarity gutteral scream put them on high alert and trigger.

Tavo continued to screech as Kova began to yhawl. His hair on end as Te-osh took the wrapped kit. A concerned officer raced over, the commander handing the kit over to them as she began to follow her lieutenant and solider.

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Alfor stared at Fedelis, eyes locked onto his frame as he felt the present of Polaris, and whatever was latching, twisting, combining with Fedelis.

A slight flash of light and lines appeared on the Alteans arm. Focus narrowing onto pure terror and adrenaline. The energy of the other was pungent.

{Delirium Sludge Arc} @cyberghost-scout

The ship received a weak distress signal from deep within a floating graveyard. This area was notorious for causing many ships to disappear due to the dangerous rock, ice, and sharp metal debris conditions. As the starship ventured through this hazardous area, they noticed a noticeably larger vessel that appeared to be a cargo ship. However, upon closer inspection, it was clear that organic hands did not construct this ship. The distress signal was coming from the top near the back of this unusual ship.

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"What happened here?" Ozar looked over the wreaked ship as they entered the now empty vessel. Thace and Kolivan appeared just behind him. Thace shared a similar wear for the environment Ozar had equipped. Kolivan meanwhile, sported the blade's uniform attire.

They had too been near when the distress signal appeared, though they did observe for a varga or so before entering to aid the freedom fighters.

Ozar ran a hand across one deep gash, letting his fingers trail and trace along the inner and outer edges. It was a unique gash, inwards and outwards. It unnerved him- truly. Though he slowed his exploration down as the darker parts loomed, the voices of those he'd came with fading.

Even he knew this was out of the field. He could be dumb- those moments - a bit he sure as hell when risk outweighed the prize. Even when Thace arrived, he shook his head, nodding in the direction they'd came.

<<No point- leave>>

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“I didn’t get many answered to why, it seemed for some mischief then anything else.” Ozar shook his head as he thought about what had occurred, “It’s a scratcher, that’s for sure.” A good one at that. He should have asked more then acted, before they got away, it would have been smart to do so. He rubbed his hair as he removed his head.

“That shouldn’t had happened to you.” He added on.

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"Wait-WAIT-! I can explain! Fedelis-" Ozar held his hands up as he spoke, eyes locked onto yhe larger ones visor as he spoke. "It's not me- I promise you that sir.

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Fedelis just looked down at Ozar. He looked very tired,

"I'm frankly too tired." He started, eying the unfortunate photos of Flow. "Get rid of them now; either burn it or give it back." He gave his ultimatum.

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"They have?" She glanced to her group. "We've been stuck here for vargas. We have more to spare...I will be able to lend some of my time." She knew most of these parts, she had been very accustomed to them for quite some time anyways.

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(For our crazy crack angst au thread)

While the group was heading back towards the Freedom Fighter post. Another portal opened up--- Long story short, they got lost again.

Flow sighed as she sat by the ship, working on getting Ozar's comm.

And there was nothing, whatever had occured had gotten the group separated from the rest, taking the group and cutting communications off with no notice.

But they didn't arrive unnoticed themselves. Actually, unbenoiced to them, a ship was slowly arriving. And another single party closing in upon Flow.

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"Oh...Do you think you've gotten contacts with them? You can't know... because of base. But...when able to contact them?" It was going against the blade, but he could always fix something up to cloak the location once they've exited.

Though knowing the galra...he wouldn't put it against them to attempting to get to her through family. He could be wrong on that part, but...empire work.

"Sometimes, it is easy to change, not always but sometimes." He looked a bit wary. Yet, he returned to a neutral state. "We can only hope for what is best." His tail flicked as he looked to the other side of the training area. Over at another hallway. He gestured with his shoulder for her to follow.

"Come, I want to check the main entrance." It could be they've been watched all this time, jusf not known.

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Regris had finally returned. After a long journey, they've made it in one single piece back to the base, and it seemed they were among the few currently remaining there. The hangers were empty, two single ships remaining within its space.

He got down and glanced around for a brief moment before looking into the small pod he'd taken.