Title: Betrayal in the Ranks
Author: Sapphire Stardust
Rating: R +17 ( Violence)
Summary: In trade for a weeks worth of peace the Voltron Force heads to Doom as Honor Guards for the 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: 4/?
Status: Not Completed
Author's Notes: This is going to be a major fight scene, it has a fair bit of violence and death.
Betrayal in the Ranks
Chapter Four
Yurak walked up to Captain Lauric the 'captain' of the 'servants.' "Direct orders from King Zarkon. A party of loyalists has decided to defect, we are to intercept them at their rendezvous. Have your team meet me at the fourth loading bay in forty-five minuets." The captain was startled, then nodded briefly and briskly scurried off. Yurak saw him whispering to a few other 'servants' and then they scattered. He smiled to himself. Lotor was right; Zarkon had put so much effort into secrecy, that posing as an officer for his forces was easier than he had ever imagined it would be. With a flourish he was off to find Merla, it was time for her part in the plan. "I wish I hadn't drawn the short straw when it came to Merla duty," he grumbled inaudibly "she is going to be a raging bitch when she discovers that Lotor is using Allura as his personal body guard." Yurak groaned at the mental image of the fiery red head directing all of her rage at the messenger, him. Sometime during his mental berating of himself for not having ex-ray vision, he had arrived at Merla's door. He knocked with trepidation; when a servant answered the door he almost sighed with relief. "Is Lady Merla present?" He questioned the young servant girl.
"I'm sorry Sir, the Lady is out right now. She should be back in a few hours." She replied in a soft voice, head bowed.
"Excellent, I shall wait here for her then" Yurak stated, walking past the girl. If his luck held Merla was too busy to hear the rumors of who was to be attending the Prince at his Gala and he would be spared her wrath.
Cossack wondered if Yurak had been having a similarly easy time infiltrating Zarkon's forces. He had not only managed to convince the infiltrators in Lotor's army that he was acting general of Zarkon's secret forces, but that they were actually on their way to ambush a group of assassins plotting against Zarkon himself. He had made the matter so urgent that they had failed to send for verification, resulting inn the entirety of Zarkon's minions rushing to destroy each other on a false battle ground. He shook his head in disappointment, the captain at his side noting the movement. "Is something wrong Sir?" Captain Helzar inquired.
Cossack looked up startled, since when was he one to become lost in thought? "Who would be foolish enough to pull an assassination attempt on the King?" he mused to the Captain. The Captain looked confused for a moment, and then pondered the question himself; Who would be foolish enough to pull such an attempt? His musings were interrupted by a shout from below.
"Sir we have located the base, we will be landing in 5 minuets" one of the cadets said with a salute.
"Send out the alert, all troops are to prepare for battle" with that the Captain went to gear up with his men. For a moment Cossack felt terrible for the loss of life that he was about to commit; until he remember that these were men who willingly choose to serve Zarkon, the fools needed to die. He picked up his Link-Com and called for the Captain and team leaders to meet in the conference room to discuss the strategy. His resolve was set, his conscious be dammed.
"They will split into teams when they reach the barracks, I want a party of men at the back entrance to every building, take them by surprise when they attempt to enter the building. They have no idea that we are waiting for them, they will be caught completely off guard. However, in case the Captain has decided to gain some sense of intelligence since we last clashed you need to be prepared for sweepers." Yurak grinned at his audience. "This battle should be short and sweet. There is no acceptable reason for failure." The men around him looked as at ease as he felt. He understood that it was men like this that gave drules a bad name. These men would willingly follow a monster, then he would willingly send them to their deaths. He thought back to the look on Cossack's face when they were discussing strategy in Lotor's chambers. The man looked as if he was against the idea of having Zarkon's forces eliminate each other. Yurak couldn't understand, this seemed the best possible course of action. Have the bad guys eliminate the other bad guys, this way no good people died. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, this was not the time for moral hang-ups. "Get your men to their posts, the defectors are starting their landing sequence."
When the last of the team leaders and commanders had left the room, he pulled out his com to see if Merla was in place as well. "Affirmative." It was all the device said, and all the assurance that he needed. "Launch plan" he barked into his Link-Com.
It seemed eerily quiet Captain Lauric though to himself as he lead his team to the Captain's tents. He wanted to get off of this asteroid, he had a bad feeling about this place. As his team neared their destination he heard the light shuffling of footsteps. He tensed and waited, knowing that this was going to be more of a battle then they predicted.
Captain Helzar felt as if the air was becoming heavy, his breath sounding harsh to his ears. As he lead his team to their designated spot he realized that the silence meant that the enemy had heard them coming. He pulled up flush to a wall, sensing something on the other side, he gave the signal to approach slowly hoping that the Dark Gods were smiling in their favor today.
Almost as if on Que, the two Captains' Link-Coms sounded. "Are you in position Captain?" the two rounded the corner in the same second, lasers drawn as they moved. The two looked at each other for a brief second, the two recognizing each other before their reflexes kicked in and they both fired, exactly on target. "Captain!" Eight voices screamed in unison, and then the screams began.
Everywhere there were screams of agony, soldiers dying others being mortally wounded. Everywhere there was blood. Neither team had brought enough medics because both thought that it was going to be a simple elimination mission. After the initial shock of the first few minuets each team called for a regroup. Lauric called back into command, "Sir they were waiting for us, it was an ambush, they must have an informant on our side!" He practically shouted into the Link-Com. He was hurt bad, and as his medic was already dead, he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. He couldn't believe it, the traitor was his best friend, they had grown up together and now they were on opposite sides of the battle field. "I know the opposing captain Sir, I think I know his strategy." Lauric coughed into the Link-Com.
Across the field Helzar sat stunned, clutching at the wound on his neck. His medic was dying and wasn't much help to anyone, besides his men came first. "Sir, the assassins knew we where here, they ambushed us," he sputtered into the Link-Com. He couldn't believe that his best friend would be the one on the suicide mission. "I know why they thought they could pull off the attempt on the king's life though, the damn bastards are traitors." His head was starting to feel light from blood loss, so he barked out orders to his men with the last of his strength. As he lay there dying, blood pooling around his body he couldn't help but feel a sense of calm; he had felt as though he'd made the wrong choice recently, and now he atoning for his actions. A sense of calm washed over him as he quietly slipped away.
Lauric's men had been obliterated, Helzar had seen his moves coming and now there was nothing but death on the battlefield. He would be surprised if anyone had survived. He was crawling back toward his ship when he saw a familiar face. "Helzar, what have we done?" He muttered to no one in particular. "We were fools playing a fools game." He sat next to his friend and felt the blackness creep in from the corners of his vision. When he heard a noise he looked about, hoping to see one of his men still standing. What he saw was Drule women going around putting laser beams through all of the mortally wounded men. In his brain he vaguely registered Merla's colors, but what he saw were the Dark Gods' Angels of Mercy. He heard what sounded like a laser beam right behind him, and his world went black.