Instinctive Reaction
Lotor watched his hated enemy, Keith, the captain of the Voltron Force. He had covertly gone to Arus. He wanted to finally capture Allura, his true love, and make her his bride. But, which he hated to admit, if he wanted to succeed, he needed to get rid of Keith, who always managed to foil his great plans. It had to stop. Therefore, he was waiting for an opportunity to strike his nemesis down. And without Keith, Voltron would be a non-issue as well. As much as he loathed admitting anybody else's skills and strength, Keith was strong and capable.
Haggar had helped him set up a new devious and cruel plot. Lotor just needed to wait until Keith was busy with something, then he could send her newest little monster against him. The robeast was disguised as a normal dragonfly. It could be enlarged like all other robeasts, but its normal size for the insect was an advantage now. It was loaded with a potent poison. One sting and Keith would die. Haggar had promised him that. The distraction he had hoped for came when Keith was called by Allura. While he wanted to jump out and take her, Keith needed to go down first. He let the robeast fly and waited for the results.
What he didn't expect was Allura's reaction to the dragonfly.
She screamed in horror when she saw it and Keith turned around to see what had frightened her so much. He seemed confused. Hopefully, he wouldn't consider the robeast a threat. Then the plan went to hell. Allura grabbed Keith's blaster and started shooting at the dragonfly robeast and didn't let up until she hit it. The smoking remains then met with the heel of her white boot and for good measure she shot it again.
Lotor couldn't believe his eyes. That was it for that plan. He truly didn't expect Allura to react this way. He really wanted to know what that was about. Thankfully, Keith asked that question for him.
"I hate dragonflies of that kind!" she ranted, "They spread the Swamp Skittles!"
"What are Swamp Skittles?"
"It's a nasty illness that causes high fever, a sore throat, itching rash on the back, which you can't even scratch because it will cause bloody wounds as the skin becomes very sensitive and you have to drink this disgusting mixture to cure it for twelve days!" answered Allura, "Anybody that had Swamp Skittles will kill those dragonflies on sight."
"You had it as a child, I take it?" asked Keith.
She nodded. "I thought that my uncle had succeeded in destroying the population in the kingdom of Altair, but seemingly some are back. I have to make sure there won't be more of them. There is no way I will drink that stuff again!"
She stomped off, Keith following her. Lotor retreated, planning to talk to the witch about a more fitting monster the next time. But honestly, who could have foreseen that reaction?