This is a story I've been working on for many, many years. I've been a fan of the Voltron series since I was a kid. This fan fic took many different incarnations and has had several titles, some of which I did so long ago I cannot remember them. The most recent titles were Winds of Change and Winds of Destiny. Both titles and the plots did good for a while, but after a certain point hit a snag I just couldn't get across. After title changes, plot changes, and some character changes, I finally began to write this story again and it now has the title that fits the spirit of the story.
One basic premise of the story is about the redemption of one of the villians of the show, Lotor. While he was potrayed as being evil in the series, there was one thing about him that I thought made it possible for him change from villian to a sort of anti-hero. The fact that he was so in love with Allura(or obessed with her, depending upon your point of view) I believe makes it possible for him to change. A man who can love isn't completely beyond hope of redemption. Yes, in the series maybe he wasn't, but that's the wonderful thing about fanfiction...all the possibilities that aren't explored in the original series.
The other part of the story is that Lotor discovers shocking truths about his past and who he really is. And that many civilizations may depend upon he and Allura ending up as man and wife.
Now for the Legal Disclaimer: Voltron and characters associated with the series(and the short lived Devil's Due comic book) are property of World Event Productions(W.E.P.) and are not mine. I do not own or claim the Voltron Fandom. No profit is made from this work. It is strictly a fan fiction loosely based upon the Voltron series from the 80's. However, all original characters(this means characters not known to be in the Voltron series or comic book) are mine. These are characters from my imagination(Avian, Genar, Kezrin, Danzar, Leena, Loeena, Keltor, Sylvana, Kaladan, and Nomey) are my characters and I ask that they not be used without permission from myself. I redid this disclaimer as on another board my disclaimer was not appropriately detailed so I'm giving this revised one to cover my tail feathers.
Also, readers need to be cautioned that while Voltron was a children's series, this is not a children's fan fic. There will be strong language, and very strong violence and some gore. There may be some nudity and suggestive content, but nothing explicit.
Redemption and Destiny
Chapter 1: Exiled
King Zarkon sat upon his throne looking down at the group he'd were more beast than man. They were the ogre masters of the slave planet Carnos. It was a place for those who did not bow to the king's demands. His advisor and witch; Haggar stood by his throne hunched over supported by her walking stick. She knew the prince's fate would not be a pleasent one, and there was no talking sense into the wicked king now. Zarkon had had enough.
"He is young and will outgrow this boyish crush on Princess Allura. Consider that he is your only child. To die without an heir will throw your kingdom into chaos." Haggar plead.
"Enough witch! He has already thrown my kingdom into enough chaos as it is!" Zarkon barked angrily.
Haggar cowered before him hoping to avoid his wrath knowing what lay in wait for Lotor. She realized any further attempt to reason with him was futile. She shook her head knowing the prince was doomed.
"You know your orders." The king growled.
"Yes your majesty." One of the masters replied in a gravel voice. "He will be taken care of."
"Understand I don't want you killing him...yet. That boy has cost me victory upon victory all over this ridiculous infatuation he has with the princess of Arus. She and that blasted walking scrap heap Voltron are all that stands in my way of complete and total domination. I want him to beg for death. Make him suffer." The old king snarled.
"I can assure you sire, he will suffer dearly. The whelp will no longer give you any trouble." The leader answered.
"One more thing. When you take him, I want him put with slaves that he himself captured. Not that I care if they take revenge upon him or not, but it will ensure he's broken before he dies. Let them do what they want to him, except kill him." Zarkon said with pure malice.
"As you command majesty. Shall we bring him to you before taking him from Planet Doom?" The leader asked.
"No. I don't want to be bothered with his pathetic cries for mercy or begging for one more chance to capture that wench Allura. I wash my hands of the brat once and for all." Zarkon answered in a hateful tone.
"It shall be done your majesty."
In his private bedchamber Lotor was asleep. He was tired from the latest argument he'd had with King Zarkon. At least in his dreams he could find some solace from his father's judgment. At least there he could be with the woman he desired above all others, princess Allura. There in his dream filled sleep she did not hate him. She loved and adored him as he wished she would in reality. He was awakened from his pleasant dream; however, when the door to his room was violently kicked in.
Lotor sprang from his bed to find a group of rather hideous looking beasts had entered his room. They looked at him with evil eyes and clutched large hammer like weapons in their clawed fists.
"I don't know how you got in here. But I can assure you that if it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get." The prince growled as he unsheathed his lazon sword.
The ogres said nothing. They just looked at the prince with amused expressions on their faces.
"I fail to see what's so amusing about what I just said. You're all about to die horrible deaths, and I won't be quick about it either." Lotor warned.
Again, they just continued to smile evilly. This agitated the young prince who realized the creatures were not taking his threats very seriously.
"Fine. Have it your way." He snarled as he took an agressive stance.
The ogres formed a chain across the doorway ensuring Lotor wouldn't be able to escape. This didn't bother the prince in the least. Having fought minor robeasts, he was used to scrapples with loathesome creatures. He lunged forward effectively slicing the metal ball off one of the beast's weapons. They only stood by and laughed.
This only served to agitate Lotor further. Unfortunately when he was angered he didn't think too clearly. He swung his sword forward only to find both his hands grasped by two massive clawed hands, if one could call them hands. They began to squeeze with such force the prince was forced to drop his weapon. The moment the glowing blade hit the ground it was promptly kicked out of Lotor's reach. He now found himself having to do hand to hand combat with the group of brutes.
"Wanna play rough do you? Suits me just fine. I don't need a sword to clash with you laboratory rejects anyway!" Lotor shouted retaining his arrogant demeanor.
The beasts just continued laughing and smiling. Lotor however, was anything but amused. How dare these things mock the crown prince of Planet Doom. He would teach them a lesson...or so he thought.
"We'll see how funny you think it is when I even up the playing field. Guards!" Lotor commanded.
There was no responce to his call. Figuring the fools hadn't heard him the first time, he shouted much louder. "GUARDS!"
Still no one came to his aid. Little did he know that no guards would be coming to his rescue. King Zarkon warned the sentries and other soldiers they were not, under pain of death, to interfer with the Carnos masters. And knowing the king would make good on his threat, they obeyed.
"There won't be anyone coming to save your ass this time boy." One of the masters retorted coldly.
"You're all alone now." Another added.
It began to sink in that Lotor was on his own against the invaders. He couldn't understand it. Why didn't any of the guards come to him when he called? Did his father know what was happening? He was faced with the realization that he could be staring down his own death.
"If you're going to kill me, I'll make sure my death is as costly to you as it is to me." He said trying to swallow the fear now welling up inside of him.
"We won't kill you....yet." The leader said as he raised his hand. It was his intention to back hand the prince and knock him unconcious. But Lotor wasn't about to go that easily. He ducked the attempt and rebounded with a front kick to the leader's abdominal region. The problem was the creatures wore thick armor that protected them from any blows they might recieve.
Lotor on the other hand found himself on the ground when another fist came flying and knocked him backwards. His back hit the side of his bed stunting him slightly. He stumbled to get to his feet only to find himself struck yet again.
"Take it easy with him boys. We don't want to break him too soon. Takes the fun out of it." The leader sneered.
Lotor felt something dripping down his mouth. He wiped his lips to find it was blood. He snarled and made one more attempt to get to his feet and mount some sort of an offense. But the leader ended that attempt rather quickly. He successfully backhanded the young druel so hard that this time Lotor went down and did not get back up.
"Scurge of the galaxy indeed." He said as he picked up Lotor's motionless body and hauled it over his shoulders like a sack of flour.
"We've done our job here. Let's go before he wakes up."
Zarkon sat on his throne with a wicked smile on his face. One of the slave masters informed the king that Lotor was now in their hands before they left for Planet Carnos. He rubbed his hands together knowing the hellish nightmare that now awaited the prince. No longer would the wicked king be bothered with Lotor's agenda of making Princess Allura his wife. As far as the king was concerned, soon Princess Allura would no longer matter. Secretly he hoped Lotor would last long enough to hear the news of his beloved princess's demise. But he wouldn't consider it a huge dissapointment if the prince expired before Allura did. All he cared about now was the fact that Lotor was no longer his problem. He was free to attack Arus as he wished.
On Carnos, Lotor lay unconcious in his dark cell. Water dripped from the leaky ceiling hitting the prince's cheek. He began to stir feeling the droplets of moisture hit his face. His eyes wearily opened and he attempted to rise to his feet. He found that task however much harder than he would have thought. The moment he began to move his head began to spin. His vision was still blurred from the blow he'd recieved and his back ached. He groaned in pain as he clutched his abdomen. Though he didn't remember it, appearently he'd been kicked in the stomach several times before waking up. He also found that he wasn't wearing his uniform anymore either. That had been replaced with a raggy grey tunic and matching pants. He was wearing the attire of a slave.
"Ahhh, I see our royal guest is finally awake." Said a familar voice.
Lotor looked up through groggy eyes to see the same ogres who had attacked him on planet Doom. Despite his pain and dizziness, Lotor managed to will himself to his feet and grab at the cold iron bars of his cell. Rage burned in his cat like eyes.
"I am the Crown Prince of Planet Doom! My father King Zarkon will have your heads!" Lotor barked furiously.
"You stupid boy! It was your father who sent you here!" The leader, known as Kargos, laughed boisterously.
"You lie!" Lotor spat with disbelief.
"The king has had enough of you and your pathetic boyhood infatuation with some bitch named Allura."
Lotor's blood boiled. "Let me out of here! I will rend your head off for insulting her!"
"And just how do you propose to make us? You've no fancy sword now to cut through those bars. What do you intend to do, bend them with your bare hands?" The guards laughed.
"I told you I am a man of royal blood! I command you to release me!" Lotor protested.
"You're of royal blood no longer. As far as King Zarkon is concerned you no longer exist. Here, you're nothing more than a slave like the rest of the scum here. So you might as well get used to it." Kargos growled.
"You're sadly mistaken if you think you can keep me here." Lotor snarled.
"I think you're going to find that you are the one who is sadly mistaken. When we're done with you, you'll be begging for death." Kargos replied.
"Never." Lotor said defiantly.
"We'll see my little druel. We'll see."