Disclaimer: Not my characters (well, this one is, but most are not). Playing in Dreamworks' sandbox.

Note: I'm on Twitter and Tumblr under "avidbeader". Come say hi!


Centuries of refinement by the Blade's scientists had made the activation process ridiculously simple. Davrith had gone to sleep the night before a loyal member of the Komar. She woke with her full memories of her life up to becoming a sleeper agent as well as those of her life since then.

And because she was quiznaking brilliant, she knew immediately why she had been activated.

The Blade intended to rescue the paladin.

Davrith rose and began the morning routine established by the Komar: meditation, a short magical ritual to revitalize one's power, and then going over the briefings from the commanders. Many Komar downloaded such briefings onto portable devices, including herself. She added schematics of the command center that included what still needed repair after the last attack, their location and current known itinerary for the next several days, and what little information on the prisoner Haggar had allowed to be public.

She used her device to assemble all the pertinent information into a single file, then transferred that file onto a chip. She slipped out of her quarters and down the long hallway to Bejar's room. It was still vacant after his untimely death from a Marmora blade in the back.

Davrith smiled as she used Bejar's station to transmit the file to Headquarters.


Davrith got herself assigned to monitor the paladin, through the simple step of volunteering. Haggar's attention was distracted as she tried to keep Zarkon alive and pacify the commanders who were less than friendly toward the Komar. She had even ordered them to fetch Prince Lotor as a diversion. The paladin was currently low on her list of priorities—he was trapped inside the iso-pod, immersed in the illusion, and presumably self-destructing on his own.

Her job was to keep him alive - Haggar needed his mind to give way but his body to remain stable. According to her, this would paralyze Voltron: the bond between the paladin and lion would remain unbroken but without him they could not form the enormous weapon. The lion would not actively seek a new paladin unless this one died.

The usual method of gas-borne nutrients pumped inside the chamber was fine for a Galra but dubious at best for this mostly unknown race—Haggar had never taken the opportunity to test it on Champion during the year he was within her reach. It seemed to be giving just enough sustenance to keep the paladin alive.

Davrith poked at the readout screen, looking for any information that might help her adjust the situation and get more nutrition into him. She scrolled down to an analysis of his physiology…

…and was very grateful that the hoods and masks the druids wore hid expressions. She had been unable to keep the shock from her face at seeing the words on the screen: this paladin had Galra genes. The majority of his genetic makeup matched up with Champion and the other two that had been captured with him, but he had Galra chromosomes as well. The analysis estimated that the cross-breeding had happened a few generations back.

Davrith immediately created a new database, moved the report to it, and locked it behind a personal code. Right now Haggar's focus was on keeping Zarkon alive. If she learned this information, she would tear the youth apart investigating the possibilities, Voltron be damned.

She looked through the glass at him. There was very little to see, as he was still in full armor, all the grapnels linking him to the pod going through the black undersuit at his neck and back. His eyes were closed, a few locks of hair tumbling over the fair skin of his face. Davrith could just make out the hilt of a blade, shoved down between one cuisse and his leg. She wondered at the story behind that: how had a paladin of Voltron arrived at the status of Blade?

She debated, briefly. She had asked about disarming him before sealing him in the iso-pod, but Haggar had been too intent on making the transfer from the containment net before his link to his lion could be re-established. It was tempting to release him and let him wreak havoc because Haggar had made a mistake.

Tempting, but too risky. One paladin against a dozen druids, scores of Galra soldiers, and hundreds of sentries was laughable odds, even if he were at full strength.

The Blade of Marmora would have a plan, especially if they were working with the other paladins. The first attack had been a master-stroke. If they could repeat that success, they would be able to rescue their comrade easily.

She simply needed to be ready to assist at a moment's notice.


Thank you as always for reading!