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[violentroots]

Who: Lotor and You!

Broadcast: Yes

Action: Yes

When: October 05-27

 

01 : VIDEO

 

[ The video pops on to reveal a man that may look familiar but at the same time...not. Lotor is glitched and he's all Altean, and despite how ....terribly his time here has gone he's looking somewhat content. He's had a lot of time to think. ]

 

Good evening Drift Fleet. I have to say that my first foray into glitching has been not all that unpleasant. I understand that this occurs because of a malfunction in the devices implanted into us, but has anyone discovered a way to extend or reduce the time affected?

 

02: ACTION : SCRAP HEAP

 

[ It is like getting back to his roots. If there is one title Lotor would give to himself, unrelated to his aspirations for the unverse, it would be a collector. He's prided himself on his ability find the amazing in the doldrums, and in 10,000 years he's built himself up quite a collection. He's never been above getting his hands dirty. 

As such he can be found deep in a prime bit of trash, pulling out wires from some old shuttle. 

Come join in! ]

 

03: ACTION: ARENA

 

[ Lotor misses being all Altean, but it is hard for him to resist the call to the Arena now that he's all back to normal. A little stress release that's all. 

Care to take on a monster or two with him? Or a little bit of sparring? ]

 

04: VOICE: Private to Princess Allura
 

I wanted to make you aware that it seems Atroma has decided to transfer me to your ship. I imagine it has something to do with ratings, as I attempted to refuse the orders to no avail. I apologize for what ever inconvenience this may cause for you. I will do my utmost to give you your space.

04: ACTION: THE SS TOURIST
 

[ Your new pilot is on board. Lotor is particularly annoyed that he's lost all his work on the starstruck shuttle, and can be found anywhere on the ship. But he'll be off ship often to pick through the trash (and bring back a bunch of nonsense and good stuff as well) so you'll find him often in the cargo hold and late at night. ]

 

 

Comments

Private

[princessences]

[ She hadn't expected to receive any sort of correspondence from Lotor again. Or, at least not any time soon. She must be the last person he wants to speak to on this fleet, so she opens the voice message with some trepidation and--

Oh.

Well.

That certainly is a thing.

It's about half a varga of hiding in her room before Allura manages to reply...through text. ]

Lotor-

I received your message. You are likely right in your assumptions. No apologies are necessary. I will also do my best to give you space as well.

- Allura

Private; text

[violentroots]

[ Ah. So she cannot afford him even the decency of her voice. Very well then. ]

Princess Allura,

Thank you for your understanding.

With respect,

Lotor

ACTION

[princessences]

[ That's the last they say to each other, at least for a few days. She manages to make sure that she leaves the helm with an appropriate window to let Lotor take over the pilot's seat when needed, wanting to give him the widest breadth possible. It seems a little cowardly at times, but after their talk in the library, she can only imagine that she's the last person he wants to see right now. Or perhaps from now on.

It bothers her more than she is willing to admit to herself. But...she did the right thing, didn't she? By telling him?

She hopes that she did.

However, they cannot avoid one another indefinitely, especially now that they've arrived at a new system. Allura did plan to be part of the effort to make Shiro a new arm, after all, wanting to put her newfound alchemy to use. So she suits up and is prepared to take one of the three shuttles down to do some scavenging of her own--that's where she spots him. IN the hangar.

Allura freezes at the door. ]

02

[scalpelofmarmora]

[Ulaz had of course heard that Lotor was present in the fleet and somehow, he had managed to avoid running into him, unlike how he had been the first one to find out that Haggar was there stupid footstool....

But today he is out at the scrap heap, looking for things that might be useful in general and things that might be of use for Shiro's new arm specifically. As he is exploring, he rounds a corner and spots the white hair of the Galra prince. He's both surprised and not at the same time to see him actually doing this himself.

But he's at the point where he may not be able to avoid being spotted. There aren't many Galra here. And other than being related Zarkon, there's nothing he has against him from his lifetime]

Do you need any help?

[violentroots]

[ Lotor is sitting on the front of the shuttle, taking apart a large contraption when he lifts his eyes at the movement of Ulaz coming into sight. It is a surprise to see another Galra here, and he almost seems familiar, with those markings. A servant of the witches? He's not sure, but ever suspicious Lotor sets the contraption aside and stands almost lazily. ]

I think I have this much handled, but I do have to say...running across another Galra here is surprising. What are you called?

[scalpelofmarmora]

[He may seem familiar if Lotor had been aware of any of Haggar's experiments. May have seen him at least once. He got his information by being present, but forgettable enough that those of rank would speak in front of him. Who'd suspect a practically ancient Galra - by fleet standards - of being up to something?]

I was the first and until recently only.

[He knows Keith is part Galra and was there first, but if Lotor didn't know, that was not something he needed to point out, just in case it could somehow be used. That was Keith's information to reveal if it was relevant]

I am Ulaz, lab support on the Blameless.

04: Tourist Action

[candothat]

[Pavel manages to miss the new transfer for a number of days what with all of the inevitable coming and going that accompanies visits to exciting systems (yes, the garbage system is exciting). He didn't expect their first meeting to be in the cargo bay in the middle of their night cycle, but apparently that's the place to be if you're an insomniac with trash to mess with.]

Ah, hello. [The Russian puts down his armful of scrap and approaches Lotor.] You are Lotor?

[violentroots]

[ He hears the young man enter before he sees him, the rustle of metal in his arms loud in all the silence of the night cycle ship. Lotor didn't need much sleep, and he was more interested in getting his suit repowered, half of it properly rewired at this point.

So when Chekov puts down his supplies and approaches the prince straightens, turning to meet him, eyebrow arched. ]

I am... but I was under the impression that Humans such as yourself usually sleep at this hour. Pavel Chekov I take it?

[candothat]

[He starts to offer his hand for a handshake, but quickly rethinks that decision once he remembers that he's been toying with scrap; sharing the resultant grease and grime doesn't seem like a terribly polite thing to do. The aborted gesture turns into a vague handwave that communicates absolutely nothing.]

There are more productive things to do than trying to be asleep, even for humans.

[His smile brightens.] Pavel Andreievich Chekov, yes. It's good to meet you, and welcome to the Tourist.

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[tempredmental]

[Though Keith and Lance had signed up for tag team matches against monsters, a small glitch in the system (or did they fill out the weird forms wrong? Who knew?) landed Keith in a solo match against another contestant. He didn't expect to see Lotor walk into the arena to face him like that, but... really... he should have known better.

Keith was in his Paladin armor for this, as it did offer a bit more protection than the Blade armor (which was more for stealth and speed than heavy protection in a full on fight), but had both his weapons with him; the Black Bayard and the Blade of Marmora from his mother. For now, he only produced the bayard. Not being much of a talker, he simply took on a ready stance, waiting for the signal they could start.]

[violentroots]

[ This was certainly not what he was expecting when he walked into the arena.

Standing across from him was the Red Paladin, ready to strike before any kind of signal. Of course. This one was always short tempered. ]

Paladin Keith. I do not think we've had the pleasure of meeting properly until now.

[ He stands lazily, his broadsword hanging at one side. This was supposed to be some stress relief, but instead he has a feeling that this one would make this personal. ]

How appropriate for it to be here on a battle ground.

[tempredmental]

[Keith frowned at Lotor, a wary, but annoyed, look on his face.]

No... I guess we haven't...

[Not beyond the few contests against each other that they'd had in space before Keith left for the Blade of Marmora. Though, Keith had met Lotor once face-to-face... right before Allura threw the emperor across the Castle bridge and Haggar hijacked Shiro's brain. He wasn't sure how much Lotor knew about that, though, so he didn't bring it up.]

I guess it is.

[It seemed that was the only way the two of them had ever met... on a battlefield... ready to fight one another. Funny how that worked out.]

Are we gonna do this or what?

4

[worn_wings]

[ by Daryl's standards there's very little difference between late at night and the middle of the afternoon, so it's not terribly unusual for him to wander the ship.

He stops short at the sight of scattered stuff. ]

The hell's all this?

[ welcome to the Tourist family, dude. ]

[violentroots]

A collection of useful parts.

[ Lotor looks up at him from his position sitting with a scrub brush and a half put together engine part, eyebrow arched. ]

It would be a shame to leave this planet without taking full advantage of it's resources.

[ ❤❤❤ ]

[worn_wings]

[ okay, so maybe some of it's useful, but it's still trash. ]

Long as it don't stink up the ship, I guess.

[ grump grump grump ]

1

[shroudedsecrets]

[...

That certainly is a glitch. One that takes her aback. She hadn't seen Lotor since their initial conversation, had made it a point to stay away after uncovering some more Facts, and yet.

There he was.

She can't help but watch, of course, but unfortunately, as it seems to do whenever He is involved, her communicator catches her watching him and kindly... broadcasts to him as such.]

[violentroots]

[ Ah. He should have known that she would be watching.

There's far less vitriol on his voice this time, his lips twisting in distaste. ]

I cannot imagine this video is so interesting that you should eavesdrop witch.

[shroudedsecrets]

... Perhaps.

[She frowns, gently pulling her cowl over her head. Not the same one she usually wears, but it's close. Atroma why you do this.]

You seem... pleased by your circumstances, Prince Lotor.

action;

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ What's up, Lotor. Meet your new Captain. He wasn't exactly pleased with the sudden change in his roster. Less to do with Lotor and the mere fact that he, well, had no control over said roster. And now their little ship was a bit more full, which was missed, and they HAD needed a pilot. So it wasn't all bad.

He wandered into the cargo hold later in the evening. Tonight was one of his bad nights, and with sleep not forthcoming he liked to wander at night. And weight diagnostics of his ship had shown a growing collection in his cargo bay. He had come to inspect it, and was surprised to find the newest member there as well. ]</sub>

Can't sleep either?

[violentroots]

[ Are you judging his hording Kirk??

Lotor is working on his hover-bike find when Kirk walks in, and his voice grates on Lotor's nerves almost immediately. Having been transferred from an almost empty ship, one that he was starting to finally feel like was his, to this one was annoying enough. The situation with Allura was hard to manage, something 10,000 years somehow hadn't gotten him ready for; but to have to call someone not even a century old his 'superior' was well outside of his abilities.

There's a dirty taste in his mouth that has nothing to do with all the oil he has on his hands. ]

Sleeping nearly a third of your life away is not in the nature of my people Mr. Kirk. There are too many hours in the night cycle that would go to waste if I was to stick to your human schedules.

[universal_charm]

<sub>[ Only a little, since, you know, you're bringing it all to his ship

Don't let it show to much, Lotor. He is your captain. Which... means basically nothing here, but still. Don't get on bad terms with the captain and your "it's complicated" girlfriend. ]</sub>

Well as it happens this is my usual schedule, so I get a bit less than a third. But even I recognize busy work when I see it.

Video

[luckyescape]

What did the glitch do exactly?

[Freya is squinting and trying to figure it out.]

Video

[violentroots]

I find myself favoring only half of my biology now. I imagine it is not so noticeable a difference to one who has not seen me previously. But that is besides the point.

video;

[aspearing]

It's fortunate that there are glitches that are less dramatic than others. May I ask how you were effected?

video;

[violentroots]

I have to admit that this is pretty dramatic from my point of view. I am usually a...different hue.