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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.

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There's a recording thing if you haven't waited long enough. It kinda explains things.

[Kinda but not really.]

[ His flight-suit buzzes beneath his armor, and he barely restrains from jumping from the sensation. In the pocket there lays a device, and when he opens it - there - a person appears.

A communicator.

What kind of prison allowed it's captives to maintain communication?

He is cautious in replying, his voice a controlled kind of relaxed. ]

I'm not certain of what you speak. Are you in charge here?

[That's certainly a harsh greeting. Morgan's a little taken aback, to be honest. Usually, people aren't very happy when they get here, but they're not usually so...serious.]

Whoa! I don't think you're going to get very far with that. That camera doesn't go to the Atroma, it just goes to the rest of us.

[He pauses. Where are his manners.]

I'm Morgan, by the way. I've been here for about three months.

The Atroma...I assume are my captors?

[ By time he replies, Lotor has relaxed ever so slightly, and has begun to dig into his communicator to pick out any information that could be beneficial to him.

Three months. These logs date back deca-phoebs...]

My apologies. Our captors.

Yeah, kinda? That's the assumption we're all running on right now.

[Morgan can tell that Lotor's relaxed, if just a little bit. The old logs do come in handy.]

We've tried to get at them before, but not much luck.

[Freya laughs.... excuse her for a second.]

Sorry.

No. I'm really not. Just another game show contestant like you.

[Well. Between the Paladins popping in and out as they might, and even the Princess's arrival even more recently, that had been more than enough reason for Haggar to continue quietly monitoring broadcasts as under the radar as she could manage, as increasingly disturbing these feeds were...

Until now, anyway.

Because the Atroma are like that, as an image of her observing him suddenly clicks onto his communicator screen.]

[ Now that her Paladins had returned--their disappearance unfortunately so short after her own arrival--Allura feels that she can concentrate on familiarizing herself further with her own ship and the fleet. She should have been paying closer attention to the broadcast, but when she sees a glowing light and the telltale chime of a message when she's in her own quarters at her desk, she turns on the feed.

And straightens immediately in her seat. ]

Prince Lotor??

[ Oh, a small wince. Emperor, she reminds herself. ]

I can assure you that the feeling is mutual, though I had no idea that you were here. When did you arrive?

[It's a while before Pidge can bring herself to respond to this video feed. Ultimately she decides that it'd be best not to let him see her face in case her expression ends up giving something away, and she even tries to add a little distortion to her voice through the mic to hide any vocal fluctuation. Not that it will matter, ultimately. Lotor is bound to find out who's here and what's going on soon enough.

Still. His presence here means nothing good for her team. Pidge can't have that.]

Stay away from us.

[ His voice though has the easy carriage of someone speaking to a friend. He’s seen the ferocity that the green Paladin carried before, but how could he even imagine why that would be directed towards him.]

Paladin Pidge. Is there a reason I should keep my distance?

Not long ago. It was quite a shock.

[ Ah. He had missed that voice, even if it hadn’t been quite that long. To have vanished from her side though left him eager to return to it. Besotted fool. ]

It has been less than 10 Vargas. I imagine it’s been longer for you by the look of things.

[ WELL. If he wasn’t on guard before he certainly is now.

Lotor stiffens, gold eyes going wide. Everything about him is on edge for a moment, before he curles his lips into a snarl, his voice a growl that bubbles up deep from his chest. ]

Haggar.

I should have anticipated you being involved in this witch.

[How did he-

Atroma. There's a faint hint of surprise in her expression, a flicker to the glow of her eyes, that slight scrunch of her eyebrows, but she keeps her irritation coolly masked.]

Welcome, Prince Lotor.

[Her entire relationship with him is built on accusations; what's another, really.]

It seems as if it was only a matter of time before you were drawn here as well.

[ Allura allows herself to relax. She has been very upset when she first arrived, even for that initial quintant. Of course Lotor would be more composed. ]

Yes, about one movement, but without much to show for it.

[ Research on her off time, but she's been tired. Her cramped little room is really her only place to hole up in if needed. ]

You must already have a decent handle on the situation if you were able to contact me first.

[ Implying that she would have, of course, reached out to him. ]

I have had extensive experiences similar to this one, though my captives have never traveled such distances before.

[ Honestly, being knocked out and waking up elsewhere was not as abnormal as he would like it to be. Having Allura close, well relatively close, would make things easier than some of his other tight spots. ]

I have found myself assigned as a pilot on board the SS Starstruck. The shuttles here seem relatively in good shape, for how primitive the technology is. I would prefer to meet and talk in person rather than through these devices which are no doubt being monitored. If you would be so inclined Princess.

[Oh no.

Ohhhhhhhh no. Dealing with recent events back home is proving trying enough for Lance as it is. But this? This is like rubbing a wound against the walls of a salt mine. His feelings are far too raw to deal with this in a diplomatic manner right now.]

You.

[ Ah, it's the pilot of the Red Lion. While these conditions would lead to less than happy prisoners, he is certain, this is the second one that is reacting to him personally in a unfriendly manner.

Had it just been Lance, he would have thought nothing of it, but with the Green Paladin as well...

Lotor frowns ever so slightly. ]

Paladin Lance. I see our captors have quite a collection from our ranks.

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Don't play dumb with me!

[Because clearly that's what he's doing. Playing the friend so that he can get back into their good graces, as if nothing ever happened.]

You know exactly what you did!

Guess they don't care much about the quality of their collection anymore, though.

[He'll just be. Crossing his arms.]

Oh. Yes, of course.

[ That's awkward. How could she have forgotten how long he was in exile? He had been a prisoner of her own once as well. She supposed the accommodations are nicer than the brig, though the circumstances aren't ideal.

His offer, though, brings her pause with a blink before she eases into a smile. ]

I can agree to those terms.

[ A beat. ]

For ease of communication, of course.

[ Of course. ]

Where would you like to meet? The S.S. Iskaulit seems to be a common ground for most.

Do I?

[ A beat. ]

If you would care to refresh my memory?

Do not be too harsh when judging your own worth.

[ He is digging into the logs now, trying to get an idea of what exactly might be the problem here.]

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Oh, hardy har. Nice sick burn.

[He really should have realized that he was totally setting himself up for that.]

I'm talking about the most recent addition here.

[What is this. Is this space-time continuum shenanigans? Should Pidge be concerned about making sure she doesn't implode the multiverse?

Eh, fuck it.]

You attacked us, remember?! You and your fake Voltron!

That seems unlikely.

[ He actually sounds a little amused, as if what she's saying is a joke. It must be, after all why would he attack the very people who are helping him achieve his 10,000 year goal of bringing peace to the universe.

And a fake Voltron? Did she mean the Sincline ships? ]

I feel that would not be something I would forget doing.

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Shhh, he's great at diplomacy when the other person isn't a purple trashfire!

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