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'cause it's better than nothing

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You are not intruding. I don't think there is much invitation involved with it.

[He glances off as though looking at something before turning back to Lyall]

That was the last time I trained the other Blades.

The last time?

[That sounds like there is a story there. And in the past few months, Lyall feels they have become close enough to allow him to ask.]

What happened after that?

After this, I went undercover. I couldn’t have any contact with headquarters at all since I might have been tracked back to them. It was safer that way. For myself and for them.

Once being uncover ended, I went to one of our other bases, Communications Base Thaldycon. That’s where we find ourselves now. In a battle with a robot that was tracking Voltron, I did what I could to ensure they survived. Their mission was greater than mine.

[Even if it meant his own life]

[Lyall understands that. As a beta, the pack is more important than anything else.]

... May I look around some more?

[I mean, now that Ulaz is around, it seems polite to ask before doing it.]

You may. You are welcome to.

[He's not going to stop him from looking at this room on the ship or at the other items]

[Once permission has been granted, Lyall is just going to pick the communication pad. He is unsure of what it is exactly, but since it seems to stand out...]

[The room shifts to now look like a desert like planet. A rather calm and peaceful scene of Galrans going about normal lives in what must be a harsh environment. In the midst of it is a quite clearly younger Ulaz - complete with brighter shades of purple and a longer mohawk - sitting on a rock reading from the orange electronic pad. Beside him sits the young female Galra from the photo he'd said was his sister, leaning to read over his arm. He's taller than her so it looks like she's struggling with it.

He looks up when a young male Galra practically storms up, stopping directly in front of them. Ulaz sighs]

What to do you want, Krav?

You know its not what Father wants but yet you persist in doing it. And you're corrupting our sister now too.

Reading is hardly corrupting and Mother doesn't want her underfoot. You never want nothing to do with her anymore so I'm doing it.

[The girl glances up at Krav and seeing her attention, Krav holds out his hand to her. She quite clearly jerks away to tell him to back off before resuming trying to read over Ulaz's arm]

Considering how far you've gotten in life, I'm surprised you act like an Aalok at times.

[By now they are attracting an audience and given his nature, there is no only one thing for Krav to do. He growls out what must be an Galran insult because Ulaz is already shoving the device hurriedly into his sister's hands as Krav grabs him. What follows is pretty much a knock down drag out fight between the two of them, their sister leaping up to stand on the rock behind them, clutching Ulaz's device to her. The crowd gathers more, enabling if not outright cheering it on. Finally one of the women to break through the crowd is the one that Ulaz stated to be his mother. When it looks like Ulaz might be on the losing end of the fight, their sister starts to make a move like she might try to intervene]

Nalnear.

[She stops hearing her mother's voice and the older female shakes her head, telling her not to.

Finally though, Ulaz gets the upper hand and pins Krav to the ground, both of them bruised and bloody. That seems to signify he has won since the crowd starts to break up, Ulaz still holding him down. A male Galra from the crowd turned to their mother before departing]

Untox would be proud of them, Maz.

[She just nods, but didn't answer. As soon as the crowd dispersed enough, she storms over, pushing Ulaz off Krav and grabbing Krav by the collar, not allowing him to get up from a sitting position just yet as Ulaz returns to the rock, sitting down again beside where Nalnear is standing. He makes no move for the device and she doesn't offer it]

Untox is a fool, leaving me to deal with you. He can say what he wants, but he's not here to stop you.

He wouldn't like what he's doing. He would agree with me.

You are a fool. Who do you think patches him up when he behaves like a Qivark?

Don't talk about Father like that!

You! Get back inside. I'm not done with you.

[She releases Krav and he jumps up, glaring at Ulaz once more before stomping off]

And you!

[Their mother glares at Ulaz, but aside from standing stock still in front of him for a long moment, says nothing else. She turns and heads off after Krav. As she walks away, Nalnear sits back down next to Ulaz, lacing one arm protectively around his before offering him the device back]

[Once again, Lyall feels that sense of kinship he has felt with Ulaz since the beginning. He also stands out among wolves for his size, his tastes, the way he doesn't seem to fit in with mostly large, burly, boisterous men.]

I see parents are the same everywhere you go.

[Usually definitely was outside of normal for the traditional view of a Galra. Pretty much all technicians were. Yes, they could be just as bloodthirsty as was considered normal, but their designation to more scientific fields made it harder for them to become commanders and warlords]

So it seems. My mother was less the problem than my father.

You do have quite clear memories of them, in spite of being much older than me.

[That is impressive to him. Maybe it's due to Ulaz's species, the long memories come with the rest.]

I do not remember much of m life before the pack.

These were important. Other smaller things have been forgotten, but these are things that made me who I am. If I forget them then I have forgotten why am fighting.

Then maybe it is similar, since in a way my life started after I was changed and what was before was not as important.

[Lyall gave a small smile.]

is there anything to see that would not be too... intrusive?

It is similar. There are pieces of my life before that I wouldn't give up. Like my sister. But I don't feel my life truly began until the Blade of Marmora.

[Ulaz glances at the options available]

You may pick any of them. That one- [He nods at the usb style device] is the most intrusive.

[Well, if that is the one, then that is what he will choose? He has manners, after all. But he does have one question.]

... What exactly is it? I've never seen anything like it before.

It is a programming device for mechanical devices. That specifically was used for programming Galra prosthetic devices such as the ones fighters received either by choice or through injury.

[Like the one Shiro had]

Fascinating.

[He really needs to nerd out about technology with you one of these days, Ulaz.

For now, though, he will simply pick up the device in his hand.]

[The room shifts to another, vaguely medical looking in nature. It looked rather ominous. Even more so when you add that odd purple lighting coming from panels in the ceiling and the large light over one of the examination tables. That and what looked like a large buzz saw and various other disconcerting items mounted to the ceiling. There was the Galra in full technician’s garb including the half mask over his face. The white mohawk and markings on his head would reveal this was Ulaz. There were two lesser ranked Galra in the room wearing helmets that mostly hid their face – foot soldiers. One stood on guard while the other near Ulaz.

Lastly, there was the person tied down to the examination table. Shiro wearing what the Galra prisoner uniform – a black full-body suit and a tattered purple shirt. It was quite clear Shiro wasn’t here by choice, all four limbs secured to the table. As the Galra nearest Ulaz started injecting something into his non-metal arm as Shiro struggled]

No, no! No. You took my hand. What more do you want?

[Ulaz glanced from Shiro towards the door before knocking away the hand of the Galra injecting something into Shiro’s arm]

Stop! I want him awake enough to feel this.

[No objection. As that Galra started for the door, Ulaz suddenly whirled, slamming the guard against the wall before charging the other and decking him, knocking them both out cold. With that he ran back over to the table where Shiro was, pulling off that half mask in the process, revealing it definitely was Ulaz. The device in question was produced from a pocket and he connected it to Shiro’s arm as he was apparently downloading something to it. It lit up with a small map as it worked]

Listen to me. We don’t have much time.

[Shiro groaned, his eyes starting to fall closed. In response, Ulaz used the back of his free hand to slap Shiro across the face]

Wake up! Zarkon has located the Blue Lion of Voltron on your planet, Earth. You must get it before he does.

[With that, he freed Shiro, releasing him from the restraints]

What are you doing?

I’ve planted a bomb to cover your escape. Get to a pod, now.

[He helped Shiro sit up]

Who are you?

I am Ulaz. Now, come on!

[They went to the door which slid open automatically. Ulaz peered into the hallway as they both stayed crouched]

Zarkon will know that I released you, so I must disappear. But if you survive, go to the coordinates in your arm. The Blade of Marmora is with you.

[Shiro glanced at his arm before back at Ulaz]

Why are you helping me?

As a fighter and a leader, you give hope. Hurry, Earth needs you.

[Ulaz got up and ran off, but not before one last thing is heard]

We all do.

[Now that scene is definitely fascinating.]

... Is that how you two met? When you saved his life?

It is not how I met him, but its how we came to be where we are. I saved him.

... He did not seem to recognize you, though.

[So you met him before that, but in a way that made it so he wouldn't know who you were... or your disguise was such in that particular memory that he did not recognize you.

And well, the drugs, probably.]

He was captured, then?

He knew of me and had seen me before, but we did not talk. I had a job to do and no reason to risk my cover until that time. It was something that I had wanted to be able to do from the beginning, but was not able to.

Yes, he was captured.

And.... experimented on?

[He did say they took his arm. And he remembers being told the prosthetic was a Galra thing, too.]

Unfortunately.

[Yes, all of that was true. The Galra took his arm and had given him the prosthetic. The arm was actually unrelated to experiments, but that was information Shiro didn't seem to have shared so he wouldn't]

Then, I am glad you got him out.

[Supernaturals and science have a .... complicated relationship, but being experimented on without consent sucks no matter your species.]

I am glad that I was able to as well. The gamble I made paid off better than I could have expected.

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