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driftfleet2018-08-19 05:07 pm
violentroots) wrote in driftfleet2018-08-19 05:07 pm
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Who: Prince Lotor
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Absolutely
When: Saturday, 18 August
[Broadcast - Video ]
[ He's aware of something wrong even before his eyes open.
Lotor's long form barely fits on the bed provided, so much so that when he wakes up with a snap, he bends the arched metal at the end of the frame with his boots. The room smells different, the air tinted with a strange sour quality that spoke neither of the familiar filters on Galra ships nor the more exquisite processes that the Castle of Lions boasted; and as his eyes adjust to the bright lights the architecture speaks of nothing he's seen before.
Strange.
He stands slowly, looking around the entirely empty wing. Good fortune or not, he seems to be the only person here - where ever here is. The last thing he remembers is returning to the Castle, Allura's hand in his, and then nothing.
Ah, there is a camera. He's being observed.
There is no point in secrecy now is there? Either someone was monitoring him or not, and he straightens his back as he addresses the camera.]
I give you credit, I have not been taking off guard like this in quite some time. Identify yourself.
[Action - S.S. Starstruck]
[ He had hardly been on the hospitality deck for a few hours before he finds himself appearing on the bridge of the S.S. Starstruck, face crinkled up in an unpleasant expression as a flurry of badly made confetti tangles in his hair and falls to his shoulders. In his hands rests a plate, and he looks down at it with a frown punctuated with a fang pressed into his bottom lip.
Ah, but he is not alone.
Across from him is one of his supposed 'new crewmates', and those eyebrows arch now, and he offers the plate out, the tone of his voice sardonic. ]
I do not imagine that you ordered this, did you?
[Private communication - Video: Allura]
[The shuttle seemed the most promising place to pick through the databanks the vessel held.
It was small; all exits and entrances visible, and it gave him the privacy of not having any of his new crew mates hovering over his shoulder. Lotor rests his chin in one hand, tapping his lips with a claw as his eyes scan through the crew logs of the fleet.
Ah, most of the paladins were here as well, crowded on one ship. And then Allura's name comes up, and he allows himself a small smile as he opens his communicator. Regaining contact with his allies was paramount... but this was personal. ]
I hate to sound pleased to find you here as well, but I will not deny that it's a relief to see a familiar face, princess.
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Absolutely
When: Saturday, 18 August
[Broadcast - Video ]
[ He's aware of something wrong even before his eyes open.
Lotor's long form barely fits on the bed provided, so much so that when he wakes up with a snap, he bends the arched metal at the end of the frame with his boots. The room smells different, the air tinted with a strange sour quality that spoke neither of the familiar filters on Galra ships nor the more exquisite processes that the Castle of Lions boasted; and as his eyes adjust to the bright lights the architecture speaks of nothing he's seen before.
Strange.
He stands slowly, looking around the entirely empty wing. Good fortune or not, he seems to be the only person here - where ever here is. The last thing he remembers is returning to the Castle, Allura's hand in his, and then nothing.
Ah, there is a camera. He's being observed.
There is no point in secrecy now is there? Either someone was monitoring him or not, and he straightens his back as he addresses the camera.]
I give you credit, I have not been taking off guard like this in quite some time. Identify yourself.
[Action - S.S. Starstruck]
[ He had hardly been on the hospitality deck for a few hours before he finds himself appearing on the bridge of the S.S. Starstruck, face crinkled up in an unpleasant expression as a flurry of badly made confetti tangles in his hair and falls to his shoulders. In his hands rests a plate, and he looks down at it with a frown punctuated with a fang pressed into his bottom lip.
Ah, but he is not alone.
Across from him is one of his supposed 'new crewmates', and those eyebrows arch now, and he offers the plate out, the tone of his voice sardonic. ]
I do not imagine that you ordered this, did you?
[Private communication - Video: Allura]
[The shuttle seemed the most promising place to pick through the databanks the vessel held.
It was small; all exits and entrances visible, and it gave him the privacy of not having any of his new crew mates hovering over his shoulder. Lotor rests his chin in one hand, tapping his lips with a claw as his eyes scan through the crew logs of the fleet.
Ah, most of the paladins were here as well, crowded on one ship. And then Allura's name comes up, and he allows himself a small smile as he opens his communicator. Regaining contact with his allies was paramount... but this was personal. ]
I hate to sound pleased to find you here as well, but I will not deny that it's a relief to see a familiar face, princess.
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[This whole...Leader Keith thing was something he was really gonna have to adjust to again.]
Fine. But if he puts one perfectly manicured hand on Allura...
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[He frowned, though. Lance wasn't wrong. They'd have to warn Allura at some point.]
We'll need to tell her. Not right away, because we don't have Romelle here to provide proof, but... at some point. It won't be easy.
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[He groans, rubbing at his face.]
Yeah... She has to know the truth soon before she starts deciding to get all cozy with Mr. Genocidal Grape here.
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[Keith sighed.]
Just how cozy were they getting? Or are you the wrong person to ask...?
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[He narrows his eyes at that last part.]
...really cozy. REALLY cozy. Of course, I don't care about that here--well, I do because it's Lotor and she deserves WAY better than that psychopath, but...
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Look... [He rubbed his forehead.] This is going to get messy with Allura. You've seen how she gets when there's even a hint about anything Altean. We need to be gentle about it... even more so if she's starting to have feelings or something for him.
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I know things are gonna get messy, but I don't... I don't want her to be hurt again. I can't just sit back and watch her fall for him when we know the kind of guy he really is. It's bad enough that he tried to kill us, but he sure as hell isn't breaking her heart again.
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[Yeah, Lance would clearly love nothing more than to punch Lotor out of an airlock.]
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We can do this, though. Okay? I know we can. If anything, just keeping an eye on him and Haggar and not acting out will be better for the Fleet over all, yeah?
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[God, diplomacy sucks sometimes. Funny how the roles seem to have switched here.]
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I'm sure Allura can handle things herself. [Please, he knew she could. She threw Lotor across the bridge of the Castleship.] If anything, she's probably stronger than we are.
[Must be something about that Red Lion.]
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I don't, either, but she's still going to get hurt when she finds out. We can't protect her from that. It's not good news.
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[Keith had faith in you, Lance.]
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I can and I will. I won't let anyone I care for stay hurt. I mean, you of all people know that, huh?
[A little smile.]
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Yeah. I know. You're a good friend, Lance. The team is lucky to have you. I'm lucky you're my boyfriend.
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[AKA please keep saying things like that.
Plus, it's definitely helping calm his Lotor induced anger.]
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Meet me on the Iskaulit, okay?
[It was time to move this offline.]
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[He winks. What. Keith is his leader.]
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I'll see you later.