Voltron characters and places belong to WEP productions. My characters and the trouble they cause me are mine. I want to give a big thanks to KAEX for all the support. Also The DrukenWritersCouncil for the love and support, and the booze. Also to my husband for is unending support. And of course my wonderful editor WarzonePrez who helped me to find my voice, and helped get these characters out of my head.

Fabrere Tower, Dradin

Lance McClain let a loud whoop of joy as he got out of red lion.

"I'm the King of Dradin!" he yelled, standing atop Red Lion. "Long may I reign!"

"Hey your highness," Keith spoke solemnly before cracking a smile, "get off there before you kill yourself. I'm not dragging you home like last time." He also jumped to the ground off black lion.

"You also promised to relax this weekend, therefore I'm holding you to that promise," Allura spoke soflty. "Besides, I kind of like the idea of you and me in a Jacuzzi." She grinned as she also got down from blue lion.

"I want to eat, I'm starving," Hunk muttred before he hit the ground. Pidge laughed at him.

"When don't you ever want to eat, big guy?" Pidge said. Allura laughed as she watched Sven and Romelle come down the runway from the small shuttle.

"I will second that!" Romelle said as she ran over and hugged Allura while the guys exchanged backslaps. "Allura, I cannot wait to hit the shops! I hear they have everything you need, and some you don't!"

"I know," Allura replied with a grin. "I need to shop for a few things myself, and hope that Nanny doesn't confiscate them."

Everyone then looked up at the towering building before them. It was all done up in Chrome and Glass. Much different then the last time they were here. After the building was damaged, Manset started from scratch. Now it resembled a skyscraper that would have been found on earth years ago. They were greeted by a young man in a custom suit.

"Greetings Voltron Force," the man said. "I am Aseem. Manset will join you shortly. He is in a meeting right now. I am to show you to your rooms. If there is anything you require, please ask." The bellhops came forward and started piling the luggage onto carts and wheeling them in. The rest of the team laughed and talked amongst themselves. They didn't notice however another figure watching them from the top of the building….a woman, who also had a purpose.

"Dradin," Lysette thought to herself as she stared down at the city terrain. "Never thought I come home." Her blue eyes started to tear up, and she wiped them away. Dradin was know throughout the universe as a playground for adults. It was the Las Vegas of the galaxy…and her legacy. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. Her Garrison uniform jacket was hanging open revealing a pencil thin skirt and lace camisole. In defiance of regulation, she wore three inch White Slingbacks.

"I never thought you'd come back here," a voice sounded from behind her. "Not after what happened last time."

"That wasn't my fault," Lysette whispered quietly. "I was set up on that!" She frowned "How was I supposed to know it would be broadcast on late night television? Why do you think I use my mother's last name of Fabrere. I can't very well use Carletti-DeVille. Admiral Stick up his ass would have a coronary." Lysette sighed as she reached for her purse to pull out a pack of cigarettes. "I really need to quit these things," she muttered. "I need a favor, and before you say anything, it's not that type of favor." After lighting it up and inhaling she sighed. "Sometimes, I hate being me." she paused a moment. "It's personal."

"Lysette, you are welcome anytime," Manset replied. "If not for your money, I could not have rebuilt. However, if I do you a favor, I need one in return. Simply business, you understand." Manset smiled. "One night only, you perform in my club. I have a special group coming in this weekend. And nobody could fill the club like you did long ago." Lysette froze.

"Shit, I can't Manset," she replied. "I'm already in hot water for the last time I did that. I was lucky I wasn't court martialed. Besides, I trained Whitney and Jessica to perform and I thought they were doing great."

"They are," he said, "but they're not you. Nobody can every replace you. Please, I normally wouldn't beg, but I need this favor. I was informed that the Voltron Force was coming to Dradin for a bachor/bachlorette weekend for the Princess and Commander Kogane."

"Not anymore," she replied. "You know I gave that up when I graduated. I put the fans away for life."

"Come on," he said. "You were the hit of the club. I still have your costume on display." Lysette continued to smoke as she stood in front of the wide picture window.

"I want you to tell me about my mother," she said. "I was told that the answer was here." Manset gasped.

"I don't know that much," he replied. "What I have heard was mere speculation."

"Bullshit!" she said as she spun around to face him. "You know, why the hell will you not tell me?"

"It's not my story to tell," he replied. "I was sworn to secrecy. If it got out, it would destroy you and everything you hold dear. Plus, it would have repercussions that would resonate for years." Lysette stared at him coldly.

"Fine," she said, "so be it. I will find out on my own. You can bet on it." She then walked past him and slammed the door behind her. Once inside, she collapsed on the floor sobbing.