Lotor bowed before his father, his gaze fixated on the ground. "Father, I wish to know why I have come here."

Zarkon looked down at his son, his purple eyes piercing through the younger halfbreed. "I ask you do a special favor for me." Lotor stayed still, yet a smile was forming on his face. His plan's success was inching closer. He quickly covered it and replied, "What is my task, father?"

"I need you to train the subject B259103. You seem the only qualified. Do not question why I ask this of you." He ordered, remaining still in his throne.

Lotor's grin was replaced with an expression of confusion. Who the heck was B259103? And why did Lotor need to train them?


"Ciara- you need to stop pacing."

"Yeah- listen to your buddy over there! You'r e giving me a migraine!"

Ciara growled at the other alien, who shut his mouth and turned away. She turned to Thomas and frowned. "But that... that guy let me live! That shouldn't of happened! I was supposed to kill him, then he was supposed to kill me... I'm supposed to be dead! Yet, here I am!"

Thomas shook his head. "Did he say anything to you?"

Ciara paused. She furrowed her brow and tried to quote as best as possible, "I will spare your life as you have mine.' But he wanted to ask me a question. So he asked 'why would you spare someone's life only to give them back to suffering?'l

Thomas cocked a brow. "What did he mean by that?"

Ciara's ears were plastered against her skull. "I don't know..."

The door opened to reveal two guards. "Subject B259103, you have been required to meet with... the higher commands..." the guard turned to the other, who only shrugged. The first guard shrugged back, turning to the cell. "Come with us."

Ciara knew the name, even though she wasn't referred to it much. She hated when she was called that. As if only an object.

She followef them out into the halls, but after passing several of her regular routes, Ciara started to wonder where they were heading. Finally, they reached a door and it opened swiftly. In it, stood a tall, purple man with long white hair and yellow eyes.

"Well hello."


Why does Zarkon want subject B259103 to be trained by his own son? That seems a little... fishy.

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