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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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She offers Lotor a small smile. ]
That is part of what I'm afraid of...how many splinters will cause new timelines to form?
[ She shakes her head. ]
I speak as if I have an understanding. But, the hanger? We must have only just returned as well. Perhaps you and I are not too far off from one another.
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[ He licks his lips, reaching for her hand again, and curls his around her delicate fingers. How does one go about bringing something like this up? ]
The ship performed admirably, and we were able to sample some quintessence from the rift. Though I suppose you wouldn't know much about it as when you are from. To put it simply, when I am, we may actually have a shot of uniting the universe under the same banner of unlimited energy and peace.
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There's hope in her gaze and Allura's face brightens. ]
Lotor...that's magnificent news! It's everything that we've been hoping for.
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[ He's sweating under all his layers, nervous to breach this subject. It had to be done. Sooner, rather than later, if he had any hope of recovering whatever affection she held for him.
She squeezes his hands and it's as though her finger are around his heart instead.]
Allura, I feel it necessary to confide in you something I have been keeping to myself. It is important, with Haggar here and safely removed from our universe and without her many spies to follow me...I feel this is the best time, before she can gather her wits and connections and make it too dangerous to speak of once more.
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Right.
They must be vigilant. She assumes this must be something sensitive to the Galra Empire, something that would give Haggar leverage over them. ]
Of course. What is it?
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[ His hands engulf hers, and he leans forward, tilting his head down to meet her eyes. ]
The destruction of Daibazaal occured long before my birth, as well as the destruction of Altea. I never saw either of my home planets. I shared with you the demise of the only place I really considered to be mine while we were in Oriande...the event behind my banishment. After the people I had sworn to protect were destroyed infront of me, I lost hope for a time. I knew Zarkon would never accept me as I was, and so I focused on the part of me I had been instructed to ignore.
[ It had been so easy to pass the event to her in Oriande, where everything seemed open and private between them. He hadn't expected to have to spill his heart out to her on a rapidly shrinking timeline.]
You are not the least Altean. Neither is Coran. Once I realized my life span was not that of a normal Altean or Galra, I realized that I had some what of a chance to correct at least part of the horrors my Father had commited. I started to seek out the last remaining Alteans in the universe. Those that had been off planet during the destruction of their home world. They had gone into hiding, Zarkon had placed a bounty on their heads that left them little choice. I located a planet beyond the Quantum Abyss that would keep them concealed and safe, and carefully secreted them away to it.
There are nearly a million strong now, Allura. It's not Altea, but they are safe and spared from the brutalities of the last 10,000 deca-phoebs.
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She knew something of his past, the hurt and betrayal put upon him by someone who ought to love him. For that, Allura has sympathy in spades. Touching on the subject again makes the mood more somber than she anticipated.
But...
She suddenly goes cold.
You are not the last Altean.
...What?
Neither is Coran.
What?
Everything after that seems to be coming at her in slow motion. She watches him with wide eyes, listening but processing the words at a different rate. Of course there were others. Of course. Alteans were the greatest explorers in the known universe. There would be thousands if not more off planet when Zarkon attacked.
Why hadn't she sought them out?
There isn't time to question her own lack of action. The more he speaks, the more she comes to and something very upsetting makes itself clear.
This happened long ago.
This entire time... ]
You...kept this from me?
[ Alteans. Her people.
Alive.
Alive. ]
You said nothing!?
[ Allura pulls her hands back. ]
All this time I've--I thought we were finally restoring bits and pieces left of Altea, but it's been here the whole time! It's people...that is more Altea than the planet itself!
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[ She pulls away from him and he follows, grasping her wrist, his voice furtive. ]
Even my own Generals, who I thought I could trust for all the stars in the sky betrayed me for Haggar. My lips had to remain sealed until the threat to them was gone. I am sorry I kept this from you, but I have been protecting this secret for thousands upon thousands of deca-phoebs. If I hadn't then there would be no secret to keep and our people would have been lost to the pages of history as just one more species to fall in the wake of Zarkon's expansion.
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[ Allura doesn't pull away a second time, leveling a scrutinizing gaze on Lotor instead. It--upsets her quite a bit. How long she's felt so alone in the universe that she has been so desperately clinging to any remnants of her home. She fully expected Altea to die with her someday.
But...that is a selfish way of looking at it, isn't it? No matter how her blood may boil at the thought that her people have been so close and well and that she had done nothing for them this entire time---
...No. He has a point. They would have been destroyed by Zarkon or Haggar if given the chance.
She's quiet for a long moment scanning his face and, bit by bit, she deflates. ]
...Yes...
[ She relents, albeit with some difficulty. Allura has never been one to back down easily when roused. ]
I'm sorry...this is more than I could have ever hoped for.
[ She should sound excited. Instead, she worries her bottom lip and averts her gaze for a moment. ]
...Though I know it was really thousands of deca-phoebs, it had seemed just a matter of ticks from when Altea existed and my father was alive to a universe without Altea and without hope. I thought I had accepted that fact, but perhaps I was only fooling myself.
[ In an attempt to move on, to ease how out of place she had become. Allura shakes her head. ]
...But to weigh my comfort and peace of mind against the lives of millions-- [ Millions... ] --would be incredibly self-serving and unbefitting. You...you made the right decision.
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He had hoped to always make the right decision, but that was not always the case when it came to the colony. Lotor lowers his eyes to their hands, his long fingers loosening around her wrist to cup them both in one palm. He folds the other over top of hers, wonders if he can leave it at that.
The right decision.
Revising history was the prize of the victor of war, not those who were still fighting them. ]
I wish I could have taken you there. It is as close of a planet to Altea as I could envision. But I had never stepped foot upon her shores...and most of the Alteans in my colony have not either. It's a strange feeling to watch the population grow, and the children that were born there become adults themselves and have their own children.
[ He hesitates. ]
Perhaps when we return, and it is safe to do so, I can.
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As much as it pained her to be parted from her people, as it always has been. To think that when she was a child she imagined traveling the stars and seeing distant worlds as her father had, but now she just longs to be home.
To think that there might be a home, someday...
Her eyes feel a little watery despite herself and with her hands enclosed in his, there's nothing to wipe away at the wetness that begins to form at the edges.
She shakes her head. ]
It's really--...
[ She looks up immediately. ]
Could we?
[ Eyes wide and full of new hope. To see it for herself. Alteans! ]
I cannot believe--to think that...that would ever be--
[ Allura stops herself with an awkward laugh and shakes her head again. ]
I'm sorry, I'm still trying to accept this--...it's like it's too good to be true!
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Take your time, Allura. They are not going anywhere. Even with us here, they're continuing their lives, and repopulating the planet.
[ He runs through the phrasing of the second half of his admission several times, trying to think of the best way to avoid... the inevitable. It seems impossible to put it in a way that is truthful and will not hurt her. She is, after all, So very young in comparison to him. How could he expect to to react with anything but emotion? ]
I will take you there as soon as we are able.
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The title of Princess suddenly had meaning again.
Another laugh as she catches her breath in her throat when he wipes the tear away. ]
I'm being silly, I know...it hasn't really settled yet. But...
[ Such a confusing swirl of thoughts and feelings in her mind and in her chest. She tries to concentrate on the good ones. Because this is good news. ]
Thank you. I'm looking forward to it immensely.
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Do not thank me just yet. I...
[ He sighs, pressing his lips into a thin line as he looks back down at her. ]
I am sure you are more than aware of the cruelty of my father, the absence of my mother. Any kindness and goodness I have in me, I have had to learn on my own and then retain against extraordinary odds and in the face of many tribulations. This is not an attempt to bloat my ego Allura, I wish to.. simply have you understand what else I have to share with you.
I have always been called weak, a fool for my attachment to life, especially the ones that I am charged to care for. You mentioned how quick it seemed to you, the end of Altea and then the 10,000 deca-phoebs between now and then. I have had no such kindness in the years, each varga carved into my mind where I thought it not possible to fit any more. I have witnessed such horrors that you cannot imagine Princess, watched the death of trillions simply because my father was in a mood.
There were nights in which I woke up in a sweat thinking for certain my colony had been discovered, and would rush there in fear of finding the whole planet gone. Each time it turned out to be that they were fine to my great releif... and since I could only risk so long in their presence for their own safety, they began to even consider me more like a god than a man. It does make sense, as I do not age and I so rarely appeared to them, fearing that I would be followed... But as the population boomed, and those innocent smiling faces would greet me after decades witnessing the horrors beset upon the rest of the universe, I thought that possibly my weakness for these people was limiting my ability to do the greater good.
[ He takes a breath, shaking his head ever so slightly, eyes closed. ]
I put so much into trying to access the quintessence field without the powers granted by Oriande, and ran into nothing but failure. All around me trillions perished in bondage and even more as the witch drained whole planets for it's quintessence. I had no concept that you or the rest of the lions could have survived. After all with Zarkon's great power, how could you have remained hidden as you did? I had to consider all the options in front of me, even ones I felt went against my moral center....after all I had exhausted all others.
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What relief she was allowing herself to feel at the news quickly gets washed away with new apprehension. He...just said he had saved the last Alteans, allowed them to flourish and thrive in safety. Why wouldn't she thank him?
Allura frowns, but listens quietly. His story is a tragic one, and one that she had been very ready to judge him on as well. But she's learned since then, in no small part in thanks to realizing that Keith was a good person despite his heritage, that one should not be judged simply on what codes their genes. Lotor was never really given a chance, what with Zarkon. She sees that now and is reminded of how lucky she was to have the loving family that she did, even in her mother's absence.
But none of that feels comforting right now.
How can the colony be safe...and yet he's speaking of it like this?
He had no concept that she and the Lions existed...why would that matter?
Accessing quintessence...
Ran out of options.... ]
...
[ She feels cold. Slowly she starts to draw back, spine straight as a rod. His eyes are closed, so she's left with his furrowed brow to stare a hole into.
Against my moral center... ]
Lotor...
[ Her voice is surprisingly even. ]
What...happened?
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You must understand, I once made an attempt to protect the people I was charged with once and would not sacrifice a single life... and in the end caused the death of all of them at my father's hand. The only chance I saw... Allura, I had no concept that you could have been alive... The only chance I saw was through the transreality gate, and to do that I needed quintessence... quintessence that resonated with the gate. Altean.
[ He struggles with this in a way he hasn't ever before. Words have always been his weapon of choice, and here he finds them failing him in the face of her judgement. ]
There is no way for me to say this without you seeing me in a different light. But Allura, I regret not waiting for your re-awakening. Had I known-Had I even suspected-I would not have even broached the thought. But I was jaded, exhausted, the only attempt I hadn't made was something that conflicted with my moral character, but you yourself said that some things were for the greater good. I convinced myself at the time that that was the case....
[ He meets her eyes again, looking for any kind of understanding. He wants to bottle up what he's already spilled, but it flows out of him unbidden. ]
I selected a very small number of adult colonists who met the requirements for the type of quintessence most likely to pierce the veil between our realities, and harvested their power to use under the guise of populating a second colony far away. Had it had worked, I was certain I could bring them back and no one would have to suffer the loss of a loved one. Their bodies are stored for reconstitution, and in their sacrifice I had hoped to help the million others that I had saved find happiness and freedom that they would never know otherwise.
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She doesn't want to hear this. But each utterance brings her closer and closer to the skeletons in the closet that, despite his prefacing as a result of his upbringing--or lack thereof--Allura begins to feel that there are pieces of him she may not want to see. That she won't understand.
He had just given her a gift beyond her hopes and dreams. Why sully it now?
He had no concept that she'd been alive. That would have changed things?
If only he had known she existed. If only. If only. If only this were for the greater good.
When their eyes meet again, Allura is already far off as if she knows what is coming. She's connecting the dots, aligning the pieces of the puzzle together about what makes Alteans so unique in this universe, what drives many of her own abilities. What Lotor had been waiting for. It's the edge of a cliff and she's just waiting for him to say those words to send her off.
Harvested.
And off she goes.
Her world bottoms out in an instant as the rest of his words bounce in the echo chamber of her mind.
Harvested their quintessence.
He barely finishes before Allura recoils, snatching her hands out of his grip as she draws backwards to the very edge of the bench. Her horror is painted on her face. ]
You--you used them...! These people that trusted you! Harvested...you took their very essence for your own!
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I am aware of what a mistake it was. There is not a day where I do not think about those who are still held in stasis on the second colony. But Allura, we're so close. So close to fixing it all. Ending this forsaken war and bringing the universe peace. Please... I do not ask for your forgiveness so soon, just your understanding.
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A mistake? You said yourself you made that choice against your better judgment! Against your moral center! How can you lay the foundations of peace on...on this! These aren't warriors on a battlefield putting their lives on the line for the greater good, Lotor--these are people you lied to! That you used!
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That would be the intelligent thing. The most logical thing.
Unfortunately his affections for her have swayed him towards the emotional before, and now as she recoils even farther from him, as though he was a creature of rot and horror, he can’t stop himself from pursuing her.
Allura rises from the bench and he follows, standing with the slightest of wobble as he keeps his shoulders hunched, subconsciously trying to reduce his size. There was a time for words and a time for silence, and he knows he’s digging himself into a deeper hole with each word and can’t stop himself regardless. ]
I am not defending what I have done, Allura. It makes it even more terrible that in the end it did nothing to further my goal towards peace. The only solace I can offer for them is that I believe Oriande has given you the abilities to bring them back from their current state. Lives have been lost, but I cannot give up what we have built and start over simply because a few lives have been lost and by doing so, sacrifice an innumerable more lives for some…empty empty words and convictions that neither right any wrongs nor take in to account the greater good.
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Of course I would do everything in my ability to help them! That isn't the point!
[ She spits back and strands her ground, refusing to let any placating language take effect. But she doesn't back away this time. ]
You say this as if their fate was inevitable, but it wasn't! You chose to sacrifice them, Lotor! They trusted you and you betrayed that trust and used them as if they were simply a power source and not real, living people! How much is really allowed? How many lives are agreeable to sacrifice for the greater good?
[ Her hands form tight fists at her sides. ]
And what if I'm unable to bring them back!?
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Allura balls her fists, and he can't stop himself from reaching out to take them, to try and soothe her fury and get her to understand. ]
I have all the faith in you Allura. Princess. If anyone is capable of doing so you are. I cannot give you any kind of excuse for my behavior. It is my deepest and only real regret in these last 10,000 deca-phoebs. But please, you and I carry the secrets of the ancient Alteans, the ability to right all wrongs committed.
I know you are upset with me, for good reason. But I cannot change the past Allura, I can only move forward.
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It wasn't wise to touch her.
Allura stills immediately.
The contact might have bee nice--welcome--before. On so many occasions he's reached out for her hands and she felt her stomach flip. His words like poetry, asking...begging for her understanding. For her attention.
Her eyes snap up to his face. ]
YEET
[ Her voice is low. ]
I trusted you...and I should not have to correct your mistakes!
[ In one fluid motion, Allura twists her hands free of his grip, gentle and comforting as it's intended, and grips him by the armor on his shoulders. Despite the nearly two feet he has on her, Allura flings him away from her across the make-shift garden with the force of someone five times her size. ]
YEETED
If he had simply been prepared, aware, barely even conscious of any chance she may attack him he would have easily prevented it. But his heart was too soft in the end, as he was always told.
Lotor trusts Allura so much that he is certain that she would never harm him. It's that lingering thought, so thoroughly disproven, that sticks in his mind as he cracks his head on the metal supports, plants flying through the air as he knocks the whole structure down with his weight, tangled amongst the vines. ]
Ngh....
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