Title: Betrayal in the Ranks
Author: Sapphire Stardust
Rating: PG 13
Summary: In trade for a weeks worth of peace the Voltron Force heads to Doom for a Royal Birthday Gala for everyone's favorite Prince of Doom. However one of the members of the Voltron force has switched sides unbeknownst to the rest of the team. They are going to have to make a couple new allies if they want to bring down King Zarkon once and for all.
Chapters: 1/?
Status: Not Completed
Author Notes: The rating at the beginning of the chapter will be slightly different depending on the scenes. There will be one or two MA chapters based around violence and a lemon or two so I grouped the whole story under MA. The rest of the story is entirely K rated. I'll try and keep the lemon chapters separated from the storyline so you can skip them if you'd like and wont have to miss much of the story.
Betrayal in the Ranks
Chapter one
"Well that battle went swimmingly, I am so glad that half of the castle orchards were destroyed along with the robeast." though Allura to herself. She glared balefully around the inside of Blue Lion's cockpit before sighing in resignation. She knew that she needed to go inside, but she really didn't want to face the disappointing looks from her advisor and her teammates. She knew that they all wanted her to resign, she just didn't have the skill to fly one of the legendary Lions, hell she had trouble flying a transport, but dammit she did not want to give up her freedom! Bracing herself for the barrage of derisive comments she knew were coming her way, she climbed into the control room. Within seconds she knew that she had made the wrong decision. Doing a quick mental check she thought about weather or not she could live in her Lion. "Well if I could learn to live without showers I guess I could.." she mumbled to herself.
"What about showers in the lion cockpit?" Pidge asked inquisitively. The look on his face was one of utter confusion, being a mechanic he had no idea as to why Allura's Lion had a shower in it, but that might explain why it was slower than the other lions. However, water was its element after all so a shower wasn't too far off of plausible, he mused to himself. He would have to make sure to double check that system out on Blue Lion when he did diagnostic on it he thought idly to himself as he went off to check his computer.
"I will not jeopardize my team so you can have a joyride in equipment that is far beyond your reach as a pilot!" Keith growled at Allura. "I understand that you're the princess, but this is my team, and frankly they are more important to me than you are." He stormed off to his quarters, clearly done with his end of this discussion.
"I'll go after the old grouch. Maybe I can figure out what his problem is, because as bad of a pilot as you are Princess, it didn't warrant that." Lance said as he loped after their captain. The look of annoyance on Allura's face didn't match the hurtful words that had come from their captain's mouth. Their was something between the two that they weren't telling the rest of the group, and it was causing problems.
"I really hope you don't." Allura sighed quietly to herself, her reverie was broken by Hunk asking if maybe it wouldn't be best if she trained a replacement pilot. "How about I replace.." the look on his face stopped her angry tone right in its tracks. He was genuinely worried about her safety. Everyone knew that she couldn't pilot Blue lion very well, and if it weren't for the fact the Lotor pulled his punches when it came to her Lion she would be dead, and she knew it. "I think all I need is some extra training lessons, and to log more hours in the air." She reasoned with him.
"The extra lessons from the Captain seemed to be helping immensely, am I to understand that you stopped them?" came a bemused voice from the intercom.
Allura gritted her teeth in frustration and turned to face the irritating man on the screen. The smile plastered on his face was the the last thing she needed to deal with. "Exactly how much of your day do you spend stalking me and my people Prince Lotor?" Allura asked in an exasperated tone. "And how is it that you manage to garner so much information on us, and still end up defeated at the end of every battle?" Allura tried to muster up as much venom as she could against the man on the screen.
"Well now, what is the victorious party so upset about today? I do believe that you won the battle, so why is it now that you sound so exasperated? Should I go easier on your Blue Lion, is that what is troubling you? You did seem to be struggling out there today my dear." he drawled in common. The look of satisfaction never leaving his face.
"Lotor you creep, you're asking an awful lot of questions for a man who lost half a fleet today!" growled Hunk, "we don't want to hear another question from your fat mouth!"
The smile on Lotor's face was telling, he was way to happy for someone who had supposedly failed in his objective today. "How about one last one," he asked with obviously fake penance plastered on his face. "I need a royal guard to attend me at my Birthday Gala, I am personally requesting you and your Voltron Force. The Gala will span a week and my father and I are offering an armistice agreement with the entire galaxy, if your team agrees to be my personal guard for the duration." With a smirk that announced that he had won, he logged off the communicator.
Back on his ship Lotor smiled, he wondered how his little princess was going to convince her friends to come to Doom. He had no doubt that she would, he offered the galaxy a week of peace to rebuild and regroup, and she would not let that opportunity pass by. She would show up as his personal guard even if it meant going alone. "But her team knows her too well, they wont let her leave without them, so I guess I'll just have to suffer Red and Yellow Lion's pilots for a week."
Daydreams of Allura coming to him, an image of gold and pink overtook his thoughts of the annoying pilots. He had never developed a preference for that color until her, finding that now half of his closet were clothes designed for her in that color. "I have to come across as obsessively crazy to that poor girl." he thought to himself briefly, cursing his father for mating with a human. If he had bonded with another Drule, who understood blood bonds and Doom customs this whole situation would have gone an entirely different direction. He would already be on the throne, his father would be forced into the dungeons, the galaxy would be at peace; but the world was not built on 'what-ifs.' Dammit all he was going to make the best of this situation, he just wasn't quite sure how yet. "My poor princess is going to be blindsided by the pull that will hit her when she finally lands on Doom." he chuckled as he thought to himself, "I am grateful however that the human blood will lessen the intensity of the blood bond, the poor fools here who bond cant be apart for more the twenty four hours." he sneered. There is no way he'd be able to overthrow his father and abolish the Drule council if he was going to be useless for after a day. He was fairly certain due to his mother's interference that as soon as his bond was recognized by Allura that he would be able to resume being the man that he was. He had not graduated at the top of his class in piloting and strategy on chance. He had been the best military mind in Drule Academy and his scores proved it, this bond was nothing more than a mere annoyance in his grand plan for the Galaxy.
Haggar's voice pulled his thoughts to the present. "What in the name of the Dark gods are you going on about highness?" the witch cackled. This little prince had much to learn, its a shame the old ways had been forgotten, this young man had no idea what he was getting into. However he distracted his father from her plans. She was more than content to help Lotor with his little plans seeing as they provided her the necessary cover for her, but this time was different, this was purely for amusement. Being alive as long as she had meant she had information that no other held. Information like Allura's heritage, specifically that her mother was one-eighth Drule. The blood that lay dormant in Allura's veins was about to be unleashed, and King Zarkon's reign was coming to an end, best laid plans or not.