A/N: There is something fundamentally wrong with my brain for writing this. God. I don't even care for Sendak. He's like Rasputin from Anastasia. Why won't he die?!. Lol. So apparently there's a line from episode 3 where Sendak tells Lotor, "Death is too kind, once I become Emperor, I'll make you my slave." - And of course my brain went to sexy things and yaoi because that's what I'm into in my free time on the internet. *sigh*. So yes, I need brain bleach writing each episode. I've got a bottle next to me as I type now. Enjoy this utter crack fest of I don't even know what the F!ck. I tried to NOT write something but like I said- I have problems because I need to write this apparently. Also, I lol at how all the yaoi on the net is Lotor being a mean hot sexy seme. If he's anything like Zarkon he's a puppy in the bedroom for his lurve. L M A O. Enjoy. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
They both fought on the steps of Kral Vera. Both with the same goal in mind. Beat the other or die trying. With his purple fuzz-face and scar eyed squint, Sendak was annoying but still a formidable foe, for the silver haired displaced Prince Lotor of the Galran Empire. "First order of business once I become Emperor-is to send you to the grave after my late father!" Lotor snarled, lunging with his glowing purple blade. Sendak snarled in response, retaliating by setting off an explosion on the steps. Lotor's pale blue eyes widened, and with grace and speed he twisted his body to accommodate the force of the blast, landing on his feet. But, Sendak's speed was equal to his own. He barely had a chance to breathe before Sendak's next swing sent him flying further up the steps.
That would have been incredibly convenient but Lotor didn't have the torch to light the flame yet. If anything, Sendak's fight was a major thorn in Lotor's side. Why did the witch have to get this buffoon on the throne? "You're nothing more than a puppet of the witch!" he snarled, swinging again at Sendak. Their blades clashed and rang in the night air. The other galrans watched, not daring to intervene. Lotor knew he was half-galra and therefore, he always had to try harder than anyone else to be on top. Merit meant nothing to Lotor. Strength was his ally. Victory or Death was his sole motto. Next to Sendak, the witch was also on his hit list. Lotor wanted to kill the witch but something always stopped him. He wasn't sure what. But it wasn't fear. He would never allow himself to be afraid of that quintessence fueled monster.
"Death is too good for you...once I become Emperor, I'll make you my slave!" Sendak's eyes glared-or rather, his one good one. His right eye had been turned into a piece of round technology that allowed him to gauge his opponent via quintessence fueled scanning technology. Cheating, as far as Lotor was concerned. Lotor knew he was superior in all aspects. Only he could truly be Emperor. He had to win. He would rebuild the empire to genuine glory- not hide in the shadows of quintessence dependence like his late father. Lotor didn't have time to laugh at that ridiculous notion. His eyes narrowed as he swung the blade once more at Sendak. He had Voltron on his side.
There was no way he'd lose. He couldn't. He'd calculated the risks. The only way he'd actually lose is if all the paladins were incompetent at their jobs. They got higher up the steps as they fought. Lotor grunted, gnashing his teeth a few times as Sendak's force nearly toppled his balance a few times over. Lotor knew that high attacks were his best bet against a beast like Sendak. He leapt up in the air, ready to deliver a powerful blow when suddenly a masked man tackled him? Lotor yelled in surprise as he was toppled by this man down the steps. A split second later a fiery explosion jolted him to his senses.
His eyes were wide as he sat up with a groan. His eyes glancing to the left, he recognized the masked man to be none other than Keith Kogane, a former paladin of voltron before he joined the Blade of Mamora. "Keith?" Lotor uttered in genuine surprise.
Keith breathed hard, his mask down, looking at the explosions erupting now from the temple. "Tch. We don't have much time. We have to go! This whole place will come down!" He looked to Lotor desperately. Lotor would have spoken but just then, they were both attacked. Fighting had broken out amongst the galrans down below. Lotor snarled.
"I knew this would happen! I knew they'd all fight amongst themselves!" Lotor was frustrated at the mental incompetence of his galran people. They were like beasts, uncivilized and undiplomatic in every aspect. Sendak roared, and Lotor found himself once again distracted. He could only focus on the fight. The fight was the only thing that mattered. Lotor grunted, gritting his teeth as Sendak landed blow after blow against his blade. Stumbling back, Lotor managed to swing and send Sendak flying. Breathing hard, he knew he had barely any time before his energy ran out. Breathing hard he swung his blade with all the force he had, and stabbed it, right through Sendak's stomach. Sendak coughed blood. Lotor breathed through his nose, painfully, his body aching and face contorted in half victory, half pain. "It's...over...for you…" He panted.
Sendak began to laugh. Lotor was startled. "What? What's so damn funny...tch. SILENCE…" He slid out his blade and looked on with disdain as Sendak crumpled before his feet. A blood pool began to seep out from Under Sendak's chest. He'd stopped laughing. Lotor was pleased. "Weak...and pathetic… It almost makes me want to prefer father on the throne." He turned on his heel and his eyes widened in shock. A blast hit him so hard in the back that he felt his spine snap. He screamed.
And everything went dark. The distant explosions and clashing of blades dimmed as Lotor fell into an uncomfortable unconsciousness.