Chapter Three-
Feral Times
Lotor woke up the next morning feeling quite disoriented and somewhat irked about waking up during such a fantastic dream. If only. . . he thought to himself. After a moment of questioning, he realized that he must have had a little too much to drink the night before. Slowly sitting up in bed, he looked around his room. Nothing seemed different except for his throbbing head and even that was not exactly an uncommon occurrence. Shakily he climbed out of bed and began to dress himself for the day. Even though something seemed out of place, Lotor just couldn't figure out what it was he was forgetting. It perplexed him and agitated him all at the same time. He shrugged and closed the door to his room behind him as he set off down the corridor.
He took his time getting to the throne room, but upon reaching the throne room door he heard cheering and merry-making. Now he was really confused. Lotor shook his head and muttered under his breath, "I must have really had a lot to drink last night." Still shaking his head, he placed his hand on the door and pushed it open revealing a handful of soldiers having the time of their lives. When the men saw him they all ran to greet him, getting as close to him as they would dare.
"Congratulations, Sire!"
"Yes, congratulations!"
"We've won, we finally won!"
"The war is nearly over!"
All of the men were shouting and cheering. At first Lotor had no idea what they were talking about and wished they would stop their shouting because of what it was doing to his head, but suddenly it all came back. His eyes widened in disbelief at what he had done, or more, what he had failed to do.
"Allura..." he quickly ducked out of the room and headed down the hall towards the princess' chambers.
He opened the chamber door as quietly as he could, hoping he wouldn't wake her. Lotor peered through the small crack he had opened and looked for the princess. Yes, she was there, fast asleep. The prince gave a soft sigh. He had hoped it would not turn out to be a dream after all, and it hadn't.
And here she is, he thought to himself. They're really gone. Voltron is no more.
Carefully, he slipped into her room and made his way towards her bed. He just stood there and starred at her. It seemed like he just couldn’t keep from looking at her. Allura stirred slightly and Lotor prepared to leave the room, but she did not wake. Lotor relaxed and drew closer to the bed, taking a knee. He couldn’t help but think about how beautiful she was. Her long blonde hair draped across her pillow in long locks seemed more like something out of a dream indeed. She looks so...peaceful. he thought. He frowned slightly remembering how frightened and sad she had seemed the day before. He hadn’t meant to make her unhappy, but of course he knew it couldn’t be avoided at first, even though he had made a small attempt to avoid showing her that particular outcome.
A soft knock at the door brought the prince back from his thoughts. Lotor turned to see a guard standing in the doorway and in a hushed voice the guard relayed his message, "Sire, I'm sorry to disturb you, but the King wishes to speak with you at once. He says it is urgent."
Lotor looked back at the princess asleep on the bed and slowly back towards the door. After a moment, he rose and exited, shutting the door behind him gently. He turned towards the guard and spoke in a soft but forceful tone, "She is not to be disturbed by anyone. Let her sleep. But if she decides to venture out of her room do not prevent her from doing so. Make sure she has everything she needs." The guard nodded and saluted his prince trying to hide his nervousness. There was no need for his efforts. Lotor hastily turned on his heel and walked off towards the control room to speak with his father.
"But father!"
"No buts, Lotor! You are to return to Doom at once! Have you forgotten your place, boy! You are my commander, which if you've forgotten, means you are supposed to be leading my troops!"
"Father, I've destroyed Voltron. Isn't that enough for a while?"
"No! Now that Voltron's gone, Galaxy Garrison will be defenseless! It is the time to attack! We must not let them have time to rally their forces!"
"They can't win, father! What's the point! Why can't we just ask them to surrender?"
"SURRENDER! I don't want them to surrender! I want them to be totally obliterated! You hear me! Obliterated! That's final, Lotor! Leave at once!" Zarkon's enraged image faded off the screen as quickly as it had appeared. Lotor roared and slammed his fist into the console.
"Always screaming at me for this or that! I'm going to be glad when the old man dies! The sooner the better!"
The prince cursed to himself. He didn’t want to go back to that place; that desolate excuse of a planet, especially now that he had what he had been after for so long, but he knew he didn’t have a choice. As long as his father lived he would have to abide by his rules. But that just might change sooner than he thinks. Lotor thought grimly to himself. It wasn't so much that he wanted his father dead, but he believed that Zarkon's method of rule was far outdated, and that his own would better suit the Empire. But Zarkon can't live forever. With an angry snort the prince stood and made his way towards the hanger, daring all before him to cross his path. A pleasant little chat wasn't exactly what was on his mind at the moment, but to his great disappointment, all of the bases' occupants knew better than to get in his way and the prince hadn't the chance to create any chaos.
By the time he made it to the hanger, Lotor had calmed enough that his bloodlust was no longer calling for someone’s annihilation. Needless to say, the prince was still agitated and looking for a fight. Lotor walked up to his second in command, Cossack, and grabbed him roughly by the collar.
"You're in charge while I'm gone, Cossack." Cossack nodded. "Make sure nothing happens to the princess or when I get back, you'll be going to see Haggar as a little present. Understand?" Cossack gulped and nodded. "Good. See that you don't disappoint me."
After the prince was out of range, Cossack shuddered. The thought of being a play toy for the Old Witch was not a pretty one. "Boy, I wonder what got him so uptight." He shrugged. It really didn’t matter that much to him. He walked back to the bridge and once inside, waltzed over to Lotor's command chair and seated himself in it, propping his boots upon the console. Folding his arms behind his head he grinned. "Now this is the life!"
Well, Lotor thought. Let's go ahead and get this over with. He placed his helmet on his head and closed the cockpit of his cruiser with a sigh. Within a couple of minutes he was on his way to Planet Doom. Hopefully all would go well so that he could finish his duty and return to his princess. He smiled when he thought about that and realized that now he had something to look forward to.
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