Zarkon's on a mission to turn the tides on his losing war.

I've decided to do a Zarkon chapter cause he's actually one of my favourites xD


Zarkon was beginning to feel restless, with too many variables and consequences of the events that were currently in motion, he had to make the first move. He was the King of the chess board and was determined to win the match he was playing with Princess Allura. The Galra King scowled at the sound of the witch's voice, fitting his helmet before turning to address the pointed eared woman who removed her cowl moments before. Her eyes showed emotion the Galra Emperor hadn't seen in many millennia.

"What is it, Witch? I have things to attend to." Zarkon ignored the strange feeling Haggar was trying to push on him and adjusted his blackened gloves, allowing the servant to clip his cape to his pauldrons.

"I was just informed you're leaving the fleet," Haggar spoke a little concerned, swiftly bowing as the hardened hues that glared at her demanded respect. "I am wondering what is so important that you would leave at a time like this?"

"Well, fortunately for you, you aren't privy to such information." The Galra male commented with a threatening air around his words. "Have you found my daughter?"

Zarkon smirked as the woman in front of him flinched slightly at the mention of Nara. The flicker of dishonesty came and went from Haggar's eye causing Zarkon to march forward and take the woman by her neck.

"If you cannot do a simple task of locating someone, then you are not worth my time." The King intimidated as his grasp tightened. Haggar gasped, eyes widening a little as she was lifted up, her toes desperately trying to find purchase on the ground below.

"Z-Zarkon please." Haggar choked, gently clawing at the Emperor's arm. "I-I know where she is."

Zarkon's grip instantly lightened and he let the witch slump to the ground. As the woman soothed her throat and desperately drunk in the air to fill her lungs, the Emperor crouched down and grasped the woman's jaw roughly.

"Where are they?" Zarkon growled lowly his patience slowing thinning as the woman hesitated in answering.

"They're floating in the Astona Quadrant," Haggar let her hand fall against the cold floor as she stared into the similar frozen eyes of her so-called husband. "They're too far away to divert from our current path."

Zarkon narrowed his brow as he analysed the witch before he released her from his claws and stepped over her like an insignificant insect.

"Then we'll just have to lure them here." He glanced over his shoulder at her before he strolled away leaving Haggar alone as his servant swiftly followed after him. The Witch glanced at the mirror that stood against the wall, the dark blue skin disfigured by the permanent red lines that ran down her face, paled in comparison to her bold yet insecure hues of shining gold. She pushed the stray white strand of straw-like hair behind her ear and she narrowed her eyes ferociously as the start of a dark bruise already begun to appear around her neck.


Zakron took his place at the Commander's station on the brig, his fingers expertly bringing up the interface, flexing his digits at the familiar feeling it brought.

"Set a course to Vintec Prison and send word to my son's pathetic General's that I need to speak with them," Zarkon ordered and let a vindictive smile grace his lips as he watched his people scurry to do what their Emperor asked. He turned around after he was satisfied everything was in order and walked towards the door where two Galra soldiers stood on guard. "I will be in my study, do not disturb me."

When the guards nodded once at their Emperor's words, Zarkon strolled through the ship and removed his helmet before sitting at his desk. He let out a tired sigh, running a hand over his face, fingers gently outlining his facial scar. Zarkon let the concern that he buried down come to the surface, suddenly uncertain at leaving Haggar to her own devices. He knew the woman had her own vendetta and to his great annoyance, he had yet to figure it out. Not only did he have that to possess his constant thoughts, he had two children revealing everything to his biggest and most threatening enemy. Zarkon had let too much slip past him, too many incidents go unpunished and he was determined to fix it.

It wasn't too long before Lotor's general arrived, the four seeming nervous beneath the Emperor's analytic glare.

"Sire-"

"-I already know of your failings of reaching and killing Rarg," Zarkon placed his hand up to silence the large Galra who dared to speak. "I should kill you where you stand, however, I've decided to allow you to redeem yourselves."

The four glanced at one another in relief, the Emperor gazing suspiciously for too long at the familiar cat that sat upon Narti's shoulder.

"Prisoner five two two one." Zarkon snapped his head back at the situation at hand and touched the interface. An image of grey-haired human appeared before them, Ezor tilting her head in confusion.

"What do you want with him? He's nothing." She asked.

"That's a cruel assumption." Zarkon found the woman's words amusing but kept his enjoyment to himself before enlarging the image. "Everyone has their use Ezor, you know that better than anyone."

Ezor flinched slightly at the Emperor's condescending tone before turning and bowing her head, Zethrid placed a comforting hand on her shoulder as Zarkon continued to speak.

"Bring him to me and we'll see if we can't break the Paladin's apart and force them to their knees."


The Red Bayard sat foreign in Zarkon's grasp, it felt nothing like the Black Bayard he had taken from him unwillingly after an age. The Emperor knew it wouldn't transform for him and it wasn't like he wanted it too either, but he had thought it would bring some comfort to hold something familiar. When his eyes landed on the striped jacket that belonged to the Red Paladin, any feeling of serenity was quickly squashed by fury and he threw the Bayard away. Zarkon didn't know why he kept the jacket close, there was no need for it, it only fuelled his anger even further. But he supposed a minute part of him was shocked that he had a grandchild, one that was kept from him for so long. He unconsciously let his fingers slowly feel the fabric of the jacket, hand swiftly snapping away as a knock on the door forced its way into Zarkon's occupied mind.

"Sire, the Generals are back."

The Emperor nodded, removing any signs of emotional weakness before standing. He followed the guard towards the brig when the doors opened, and his sadistic purple hues landed on the frail human, he smiled savagely.

"What are you going to do to me?" The man asked, too exhausted to cower at the Galra's fierce gaze.

"I thought you'd like to be reunited with your son and daughter," Zarkon announced, his smile only growing further as the human's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of his family.


Lotor was sitting with Keith and Matt as the two chatted, absentmindedly listening as the two would chuckle. The Galra was picking at his nails, mind on overload. With his sister back there was no way he'd take the throne. He supposed with what he was working on he could keep it out from under Nara's nose, but he still needed the resources he would attain as Emperor. He thoughts were burst like a balloon as Pidge rushed into the room and glared cruelly and determined at the Prince.

"Pidge!" Shiro called out desperately, as he appeared along with everyone else, the look of anguish on their faces.

"What's going on?" Keith asked confused, not at all beholden to the expression on the Green Paladin's features.

"Zarkon has Commander Holt," Hunk explained as Pidge was too emotional to speak, wrapping an arm around the girl's shoulder in comfort. "He's offering a swap."

"A swap?" Lotor furrowed his brow as he stood at attention and tilted his head slightly in despise. "With who?"

"You, Nara and Keith." Hunk replied, noting the shock on the Red Paladin's face along with the spiteful gaze Lotor returned.