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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. ]

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[ He cant help but laugh at that, the irony of someone like her trying to almost comfort him. ]

Are you giving me advice on how to be true to myself witch? From you? Someone who hides behind cloaks and magic?

[ She's quiet for a moment, schooling her features. She is used to his barbs. They are nothing new. And yet...

It pierces more than it might have before. As in all the times he'd ever said such things to her were not enough. She'd always accepted it; it was how things were. And now she understood: she had hidden away her entire life, from herself, from them all, and he was angry. He had born the burden of that for all those years and she could not see it.

Or feel it.

It was deserved.

Even now it was still - difficult. Still new. All of this with him studying her with his strangely altean face and features that had been denied him due to his mixed heritage. A union that they should have been proud of, not ashamed. And yet here he was wearing the very features she had long denied herself, for reasons she still hadn't grasped yet. ]

Perhaps that is why I am able to give that advice.

[ Carefully. So carefully. Here she was, still hiding from him, and yet more open than she had ever been. ]

Your anonymity may protect you from the people here Haggar, but you cannot hide yourself from me. I know what you are.

[ His eyes narrow, and he catches hers through the feed, his face a perfect replica of her own, almost a mirror of her past that he doesn't even realize he's casting back. ]

You are true to two thingsa only, power and cruelty. Forgive me if I do not take your words to heart.

[ And yet he could not know the true irony in his own words. Why she again pauses. What she had been true to had become so warped over the entirety of his knowledge of her. ]

Perhaps.

[ It is said after a pause. ]

They were freely given, so it is up to you to take them as you will.

[ Or not at all, but it wasn't as if she could take words back. Or a lifetime back. ]

[ Strange. Everything about this exchange was strange. She's always been a hooded figure of horror to him, complicit and behind every terrible thing that's happened in his long life. But there's something about that constant, that is almost comforting here. He knew her. He could predict her. Everything else here, even things he had thought he had a grasp on, were completely outside his control or expectations.

He doesn't like it. ]

Very generous of you. Do you have any other wisdom to impart witch?

[ What was strange to her was that he had not yet ended the communication, had not done so as soon as he realized she was watching. His Altean visage was still unnerving. As if he had removed all traces of his father one way or the other. ]

Is there another matter which would prompt you to seek advice, Prince Lotor?

None that I can think of.

[ He's tired already; this conversation wearing. ]

Do you of me?

There may be something something I wish to inquire of you, but ...

[ ... ]

Perhaps... it is not yet time.

[ Perhaps not while he is looking like that. ]

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