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A/N: Hey all. So, I guess I should apologize for such a cheesy chapter 5. But I really needed a way to get everyone the lions n stuff. No worries though, this chapter is going to be anything but normal. :-)
~Luxx
Chapter 6: Visitor
"What's a voltron?" Pidge asked the shocked Princess as he leaned on the green lion's paw.
"Voltron is a legendary robot my father had created in the days of old. When my father, King Alfore, passed Voltron disappeared. Voltron has waited so many years to find the ones worthy of piloting him. You must all be strong in your destinies for Voltron to have chosen you as the voltron force." The princess explained.
"But Princess, we're not even from this universe…" Keith half- heartedly argued.
"But you are now." Princess Allura responded. The 5 explorer's shoulders all visibly slumped as the thought of never getting home became a very real possibility. "Please, say you'll all stay here and defend us." Allura pleaded.
Keith glanced from teammate to teammate. "Of course we will Princess." He answered and the Princess' face erupted in happiness.
****2 months later*****
Hunk sat in the main room of the Castle of Lions playing a game of chess with Sven, and winning one might add. The castle had cleaned up nicely. Pidge had helped greatly to update the defenses and such. A radar screen bleeped and showed a large green drop, a lion, making its way towards the castle. Hunk leaned back in his chair and sighed as he watched Sven scratch his head in confusion at the chess game. Hunk's mind's eye flashed scenes of the last couple of months. Since the day they had first discovered Voltron, they hadn't had a moments rest. The battles against Zarkon's fleets or ro-beasts weren't exactly challenging, but strenuous none the less. It had gotten quieter though, in fact, Zarkon hadn't even come close to Planet Arus within the last week. That kind of behavior was what really worried Hunk. A loud crash and Sven's curses filled the air and broke Hunk from his thoughts as they began to pick up the pieces of the game off the floor.
***
Zarkon sat in his throne room and impatiently watched the clock hang from the mounted head of General Mantra. The General had been the first to battle Voltron, and lost. Zarkon grinned to himself as he thought of the day he had taken Mantra's head. A sharp ring suddenly echoed through out the throne room and Zarkon quickly made his way towards the lowest docking bay.
As soon as he entered the bay he could see a black and blue ship approaching for landing. All but the pilot's windows were coated in black paste so to keep away the sun and the ship reeked of dark magick and wickedness. As the ship settled a bridge extended from the door to the floor and Hagar appeared. Zarkon watched, not the witch, but what followed her. A cloaked man glided behind the blue skinned hag as they approached Zarkon.
"I can smell the evil on you stranger." Zarkon spoke as the Hagar and her follower came to a stop a few feet in front of him. "What is he?" Zarkon asked, as he looked the man up and down, feeling the vibes of vengeance and death radiate off him. Zarkon had sent Hagar out over a week ago to find something capable of destroying Voltron and bringing Arus back under his control, but this man looked nothing more then a man of retribution.
"I am so much more then just a man of retribution." The man suddenly spoke as his red eyes bore into Zarkon's. "I am death incarnate, the sum of all your worst fears, and a force not to be reckoned with."
Zarkon wasn't going to admit it, but every word escaping the stranger's mouth sent a shiver up Zarkon's spine… and that's exactly what Zarkon wanted. A yellow and black grin split on Hagar's face as she watched Zarkon's reaction. "Sire," Hagar cackled as her blue cat leaped into her bony arms. "Voltron is but a machine, a machine that the pilot controls." Zarkon's arms crossed impatiently as he waited for the Hagar to get to a point. "You see Sire, we've been going about this all wrong. We must not focus on destroying Voltron itself, but on taking out the pilots."
"Witch, what good will it do us to destroy the pilots if they can simply be replaced." Zarkon argued.
"Sire," Hagar hissed, "Who said anything about killing them?" Hagar's skin cracked and peeled as her smile grew even more and she placed a hand on the stranger's shoulder. "Meet Latrakvah…a pure Nosferatu."
Zarkon could barely believe this was true. A Nosferatu…and a pure one at that, now stood in the landing bay, and Zarkon suddenly became very aware of the fact that his thoughts were being read by this…Latrakvah. "Why are you going to help us Latrakvah?" Zarkon addressed the pale man. "What's in this for you?"
"Zarkon, you are the most despised a hated evil warlord on this side of the galaxy. I admire that in you." Latrakvah hissed as he removed the hood of his cloak to expose a head of black curls. "But as far as evil goes, you must understand, I am malevolence, traitorousness, hate, greed, pain, and death in one. The word evil hardly does me justice." He added as his blood red eyes pulsated with a life of their own. "This voltron stands for everything that disgusts me, and to have the opportunity to destroy it is welcomed. I will succeed where you and so many of yours have failed. I will bring Voltron to the side of evil by turning its pilots into the followers of Nosferatu. I shall make them vampires." Latrakvah finished with a sneer.
Zarkon grinned and swooped an arm towards the door. "Welcome to my castle. I can see you and I will be getting along perfectly." Latrakvah and Zarkon headed off to prepare a ship for Latrakvah's departure to Arus as Hagar faded into her dark lair and watched what was transpiring in her tiny pool of black water. Hagar called out to her dark forces and forced her pool to show her the predicted future. As images filled the blackness, an insane cackle echoed through the castle. Hagar had seen the future, and within a few days time, Voltron would be under the control of darkness.
A/N: Hey all. So, I guess I should apologize for such a cheesy chapter 5. But I really needed a way to get everyone the lions n stuff. No worries though, this chapter is going to be anything but normal. :-)
~Luxx
Chapter 6: Visitor
"What's a voltron?" Pidge asked the shocked Princess as he leaned on the green lion's paw.
"Voltron is a legendary robot my father had created in the days of old. When my father, King Alfore, passed Voltron disappeared. Voltron has waited so many years to find the ones worthy of piloting him. You must all be strong in your destinies for Voltron to have chosen you as the voltron force." The princess explained.
"But Princess, we're not even from this universe…" Keith half- heartedly argued.
"But you are now." Princess Allura responded. The 5 explorer's shoulders all visibly slumped as the thought of never getting home became a very real possibility. "Please, say you'll all stay here and defend us." Allura pleaded.
Keith glanced from teammate to teammate. "Of course we will Princess." He answered and the Princess' face erupted in happiness.
****2 months later*****
Hunk sat in the main room of the Castle of Lions playing a game of chess with Sven, and winning one might add. The castle had cleaned up nicely. Pidge had helped greatly to update the defenses and such. A radar screen bleeped and showed a large green drop, a lion, making its way towards the castle. Hunk leaned back in his chair and sighed as he watched Sven scratch his head in confusion at the chess game. Hunk's mind's eye flashed scenes of the last couple of months. Since the day they had first discovered Voltron, they hadn't had a moments rest. The battles against Zarkon's fleets or ro-beasts weren't exactly challenging, but strenuous none the less. It had gotten quieter though, in fact, Zarkon hadn't even come close to Planet Arus within the last week. That kind of behavior was what really worried Hunk. A loud crash and Sven's curses filled the air and broke Hunk from his thoughts as they began to pick up the pieces of the game off the floor.
***
Zarkon sat in his throne room and impatiently watched the clock hang from the mounted head of General Mantra. The General had been the first to battle Voltron, and lost. Zarkon grinned to himself as he thought of the day he had taken Mantra's head. A sharp ring suddenly echoed through out the throne room and Zarkon quickly made his way towards the lowest docking bay.
As soon as he entered the bay he could see a black and blue ship approaching for landing. All but the pilot's windows were coated in black paste so to keep away the sun and the ship reeked of dark magick and wickedness. As the ship settled a bridge extended from the door to the floor and Hagar appeared. Zarkon watched, not the witch, but what followed her. A cloaked man glided behind the blue skinned hag as they approached Zarkon.
"I can smell the evil on you stranger." Zarkon spoke as the Hagar and her follower came to a stop a few feet in front of him. "What is he?" Zarkon asked, as he looked the man up and down, feeling the vibes of vengeance and death radiate off him. Zarkon had sent Hagar out over a week ago to find something capable of destroying Voltron and bringing Arus back under his control, but this man looked nothing more then a man of retribution.
"I am so much more then just a man of retribution." The man suddenly spoke as his red eyes bore into Zarkon's. "I am death incarnate, the sum of all your worst fears, and a force not to be reckoned with."
Zarkon wasn't going to admit it, but every word escaping the stranger's mouth sent a shiver up Zarkon's spine… and that's exactly what Zarkon wanted. A yellow and black grin split on Hagar's face as she watched Zarkon's reaction. "Sire," Hagar cackled as her blue cat leaped into her bony arms. "Voltron is but a machine, a machine that the pilot controls." Zarkon's arms crossed impatiently as he waited for the Hagar to get to a point. "You see Sire, we've been going about this all wrong. We must not focus on destroying Voltron itself, but on taking out the pilots."
"Witch, what good will it do us to destroy the pilots if they can simply be replaced." Zarkon argued.
"Sire," Hagar hissed, "Who said anything about killing them?" Hagar's skin cracked and peeled as her smile grew even more and she placed a hand on the stranger's shoulder. "Meet Latrakvah…a pure Nosferatu."
Zarkon could barely believe this was true. A Nosferatu…and a pure one at that, now stood in the landing bay, and Zarkon suddenly became very aware of the fact that his thoughts were being read by this…Latrakvah. "Why are you going to help us Latrakvah?" Zarkon addressed the pale man. "What's in this for you?"
"Zarkon, you are the most despised a hated evil warlord on this side of the galaxy. I admire that in you." Latrakvah hissed as he removed the hood of his cloak to expose a head of black curls. "But as far as evil goes, you must understand, I am malevolence, traitorousness, hate, greed, pain, and death in one. The word evil hardly does me justice." He added as his blood red eyes pulsated with a life of their own. "This voltron stands for everything that disgusts me, and to have the opportunity to destroy it is welcomed. I will succeed where you and so many of yours have failed. I will bring Voltron to the side of evil by turning its pilots into the followers of Nosferatu. I shall make them vampires." Latrakvah finished with a sneer.
Zarkon grinned and swooped an arm towards the door. "Welcome to my castle. I can see you and I will be getting along perfectly." Latrakvah and Zarkon headed off to prepare a ship for Latrakvah's departure to Arus as Hagar faded into her dark lair and watched what was transpiring in her tiny pool of black water. Hagar called out to her dark forces and forced her pool to show her the predicted future. As images filled the blackness, an insane cackle echoed through the castle. Hagar had seen the future, and within a few days time, Voltron would be under the control of darkness.