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Enemy My Friend
Arus
arus-dot-geo-at-yahoo-dot-com
Voltron and its characters are owned by World Event's Productions.
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Chapter 12
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----- Argos------
Kit yelled as the robeast ran full force into them, knocking Voltron off balance, and stumbling into the nearby buildings.
"Damn this thing!" she yelled through the comlink. "Shane, what have you got on this thing?"
"Armor is made from a combination of Lazon and Baryon," Shane stated. "Baryon is closest to diamond quality, since its basically crystal."
"No wonder none of our weapons are making it through," Kit stated. She pulled on the controls to get Voltron back on his feet and ready for the next attack. "Any suggestions?"
"Well, if we can figure out a way through that armor, we can probably take it out easily after that," Lynne stated. "But, what can penetrate Lazon?"
Kit could only stare at the view screen before her. "What can?"
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Anala breathed in deeply as she slowly opened her eyes. She then let out a cough, which caused her to wince, as a sudden sharp pain shot through the left side of her body. Her eyes teared as the she rolled onto her side, to breathe in deeper, waiting for the pain to subside.
Her senses were alive, her head ached. She was aware of everything around her, the smallest sound echoed in her mind. And now, with the added pain, she could not focus herself on what was around her.
The quite fall of footsteps caused her to gasp and quickly sit-up. The action, only caused to augment the pain she felt in her left shoulder, but fear began to play at her being. Where was she? How did she get there? She didn't know, but whoever was approaching her, she did not care to find out.
As the footsteps neared, she scrambled to try and crawl away as fast as she could. Her head continued to ache, and she became aware that she was feeling awfully hot; but all she knew was that she needed to get away, as fast as she could.
"Anala..."
How did that voice know her name? No, she wasn't going to let it get her.
"Anala!"
Must move faster.
She then felt something grab her by her right ankle, and pull on her. The grip was tight, like a vice and she let out a scream as she tried to kick whomever with her free leg. But soon, that too was caught in a vice like grip.
"Let go of me!" she yelled.
She felt herself being pulled and suddenly she was being held in a set of strong arms. Roughly, whoever it was, pinned her legs down, with its own and a gloved hand came to hold her own hands together. She then felt a strange warm hand come to her forehead, brushing away her sweat-soaked bangs.
"Damn, you're burning up."
As soon as the pressure on her legs lessened, with whatever strength she had, she pushed whoever held her away, and tried to crawl away again. She nearly cried as the pain shot through her arm again, which cause her get away to become hindered.
"Damn it wench, stop moving!"
She felt the tight grip on her ankle again and she was roughly pulled along the smooth cold floor until she was propped up against a steel wall. A hand came around her neck as it held her against the wall, and a weight pinned her legs down. She tried to lash out with her arms, but they two were captured and pinned.
"Let me go!" she yelled as tears came to her eyes. "Please...let me go..."
"This will be for your own good, if you want to survive."
She was then pulled away from the wall she was held against, into strong arms. Her protest was then silenced as she felt two warm lips meet her own and force her mouth to open. Soon, she could taste the sweet liquid that entered her mouth, and she stopped fighting long enough to drink in the tasteful liquid, closing her eyes as a sudden warmness filled her. Her breathing soon slowed as the liquid continued to be fed to her. As soon as she swallowed all that was given to her, she then felt the pressure on her mouth lessen and slowly move away.
She opened her eyes slowly as she swallowed the last of the strange liquid, and she could only stare up at the familiar yellow eyes that met her gaze. The hand that was holding hers slowly released them, careful not to cause any pain to her injured shoulder.
"Anala, can you hear me?"
She continued to stare up at him, her eyes drifted to those lips that had shared her whatever it is he gave her. Medicine? She did not know, nor did she care. All her mind could dwell on was how comfortable those lips had felt. How warm they had been. And how she wanted to feel them again.
And as if he had sensed her needs...he lowered his head to hers, to take her into a deep kiss. As the kiss deepened, Anala's mind was suddenly filled with images; memories not her own. She breathed in deeply as she surrendered her resolve and slowly, accepted the images that attacked her.
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Anala found herself standing in a small corridor that led to a rather large room. She breathed in deeply, wondering where this room was, but as she peered out into the room, she saw the Doom Guards standing at each entrance way, and pillar within the room. She then looked toward the front of the room and saw a younger King Zarkon, standing before a group of humans, with a young woman kneeling before him, separated from the rest.
A sudden hand came to grab her own, and with a gasp, she saw that it was very young child. She looked down and realized that this was Prince Lotor. She was dressed in garb that would be significant of a Hand maiden, within the Castle Doom. She kneeled down to the little boy, as he held on tightly to her hand. Then Zarkon's voice echoed through-out the halls as he slapped the young woman who stood before him. The boy's grip, tightened in her own.
"How dare you!"
Anala winced when she watched him slap the girl again, causing her to fall to the ground. The group of humans who were kneeling before the king suddenly moved a little more away from where he stood, but several of the guards closed in on them.
"I did not wish to anger you, sire," the woman sobbed. "I only wished to return home to see to my ailing father."
"And what of your duties to me?" the King asked. "Do you think that you could just sneak off and leave us behind?"
"No sire!" the woman pleaded. "I was only..."
"And why take these slaves with you?" the King demanded. "Answer me wench!"
"I...I cannot fly a ship on my own, sire!" she said. "I did not wish to anger you. So, I asked the guards to find me men who knew how to fly."
"And my own guards were not sufficient enough for you to inquire with them?" the King asked. "They could have easily taken you to your home without question."
He then saw her turn away from him and he then smiled. "Or was it your plan to see if you can escape, with these slaves, and never to return?"
The woman could not meet his gaze.
"What kind of woman would think only of herself?" he asked. "To leave her husband? HER ONLY SON!"
Her silence was all that was needed to anger him further.
"Bring my son!" the king demanded.
A guard standing near Anala then turned to her. "You there, the King wants Prince Lotor, immediately."
With a deep breath, Anala held the young boy's hand tightly in her own, and slowly made her way toward the group. The humans then parted way as she escorted the young boy up the dias to stand beside the king. It was then she could see the young woman and she suddenly realized who she was.
Lotor's mother.
She had hair that could rival Allura's; silken golden hair, as long as she was tall. It was unbelievably straight, but it only helped to augment the woman's own beauty. Her skin was smooth and cream in color; eyes as blue as the deepest oceans. Not one blemish marred her appearance in any way.
"Answer me, wench!" the king yelled. "What kind of woman would leave behind her only son?!"
The woman's gaze dropped from the King down to the little boy who stood nearby. For a fleeting moment, Anala also met her gaze, as she turned her head away.
"I have no son," she stated simply.
"What?!"
The woman turned to the king, defiance in her eyes. Through clenched teeth, she said those same words again.
"I have no son," she repeated.
Anala stepped back as the king roared in anger. Without a word, a slight gesture from him signaled the guards. Anala turned her head away as the group of humans were all shot before them. The woman could only close her eyes, not wanting to face the carnage behind her.
"That's what you get for betraying me!" he yelled.
The woman opened her eyes as she stared at him. "You destroyed my life! My home! You take me away from those I loved and cared for!" she yelled. "Force me to live here, while I watch you destroy planets and ruin more lives. Force me to marry you! To have a child with you! I will never love you! I will never love anything about you! And for all that you have done to make my life a living nightmare, the only wish I have is to see you dead!"
Anala let out a scream as she pulled Lotor away as the woman pulled out a long knife and went to attack the king. The guards in the room reacted, but held back when they saw that King was unharmed.
Instead, the young woman was kneeling before him, as one of his hands held her by her neck, squeezing as he grabbed her arm that held the knife with his other hand. Twisting her arm, the knife she held slipped out of her hand. Bending down as he kept a tight hold on her neck, he picked up the knife off the ground and looked at it.
"Our wedding gift from my father?" he asked. He brought her close to him as he squeezed harder around her neck. "How appropriate. You have one last chance, Ailya. Take back everything that you have said, and learn to appreciate everything that I've given you. Raise our son, to be strong."
Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared up at him. Her hand then went to his that held the knife.
"Go to hell," she said.
She then pulled his arm toward her as the knife then entered her. She let out a gasp before she closed her eyes and fell limp before him.
Zarkon released his hold on her, as he withdrew the knife from her now dead body. The young woman laid motionless on the dias, and he kicked her to turn her over.
"Clean up this mess," the king ordered as he looked at the knife. He then turned to where Anala was standing, Lotor standing in front of her, staring at him. "That is lesson one in your meager, life, Lotor he simply stated. Those that defy you must be eliminated."
Zarkon signaled for two guards, as one took the young prince away as Anala stood, staring at the King.
"Kill the woman," he ordered. "From now on, no human will touch my son."
"Yes, sire."
A guard then stood behind Anala and forced her to kneel, all the while she could only stare at the little boy as he stared back at her.
She then felt her head be pushed back, and the familiar feeling of cold steel at her neck. She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable.
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"LOTOR!"
Anala quickly sat up, breathing in deeply. She swallowed hard, when she felt the pain in her left shoulder. Remembering that the robeast had speared her there, her hand went to her shoulder but felt that it was now bandaged.
She looked around, seeing that a small light was set-up so that she could now see. She was lying on a makeshift bed, padded by what looked to be left over cushions from old chairs. The top she was original wearing lied nearby in shreds, looked to be forceably ripped, to make the bandage she now wore. She looked down at herself to see that a halter-top of sort was now around her.
Sudden footsteps caused her to immediately lie back down and she closed her eyes as soon as she saw that it was Lotor. She held her breath a moment before letting it out slowly.
She then felt him near her, his hands delicately checking the bandage on her left shoulder, tightening it where it needed. Just as he removed his hands, she caught one of his in hers and looked at him.
"You're finally up," he stated.
"Where am I?" she asked, refusing to let go of him.
"About 20 stories below where we started," he stated. "If you don't let me go, you will lose that hand."
Anala looked at him before releasing his hand. He moved away from her as she stared at him. She slowly pushed herself up so she could look around.
"20 stories?" she asked.
He nodded. "You saved us from going any deeper, or having us killed," he said. "Amazing that you could that with only one working wing."
"I did?" she asked. She tried to remember what had happened, but all of it was a haze. She was in too much pain to even care. "Any ideas on how we can get out? As you stated, I have only one working wing. It wont be enough to get us out."
"While you were taking your nap, I looked around a bit," he said. "There are several open stair wells that lead up to the higher levels, but we will have to work quickly."
"Why?" she asked.
"The medicine I gave you earlier will not last for long," he said. "You've already been exposed to the Lazon here for more than 12 hours. You don't have much time left."
"Before I get sick?"
"Before you die."
She slowly nodded. She then realized that she was sitting there, somewhat half-naked before him.
"Thank you for bandaging my shoulder," she said.
"Call it even," he said as he stood. "Are you ready?"
"Now?" she asked.
"If you want to get out of here alive, we have to start now."
With a grunt, Anala got to her feet. A sudden sense of dizziness hit her, which caused her to lose her balance. He moved in to catch her before she fell.
"God, I feel like I need to vomit," she muttered.
"The medicine is working at least," he said. "The feeling will pass, but we should get moving."
"What about the others?" she said. "I heard an explosion."
"We will concern ourselves about them, later," he said. "For now, lets just get moving."
She could only nod. As soon as her head cleared, she followed behind him as they headed down a dark corridor...
Enemy My Friend
Arus
arus-dot-geo-at-yahoo-dot-com
Voltron and its characters are owned by World Event's Productions.
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Chapter 12
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----- Argos------
Kit yelled as the robeast ran full force into them, knocking Voltron off balance, and stumbling into the nearby buildings.
"Damn this thing!" she yelled through the comlink. "Shane, what have you got on this thing?"
"Armor is made from a combination of Lazon and Baryon," Shane stated. "Baryon is closest to diamond quality, since its basically crystal."
"No wonder none of our weapons are making it through," Kit stated. She pulled on the controls to get Voltron back on his feet and ready for the next attack. "Any suggestions?"
"Well, if we can figure out a way through that armor, we can probably take it out easily after that," Lynne stated. "But, what can penetrate Lazon?"
Kit could only stare at the view screen before her. "What can?"
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Anala breathed in deeply as she slowly opened her eyes. She then let out a cough, which caused her to wince, as a sudden sharp pain shot through the left side of her body. Her eyes teared as the she rolled onto her side, to breathe in deeper, waiting for the pain to subside.
Her senses were alive, her head ached. She was aware of everything around her, the smallest sound echoed in her mind. And now, with the added pain, she could not focus herself on what was around her.
The quite fall of footsteps caused her to gasp and quickly sit-up. The action, only caused to augment the pain she felt in her left shoulder, but fear began to play at her being. Where was she? How did she get there? She didn't know, but whoever was approaching her, she did not care to find out.
As the footsteps neared, she scrambled to try and crawl away as fast as she could. Her head continued to ache, and she became aware that she was feeling awfully hot; but all she knew was that she needed to get away, as fast as she could.
"Anala..."
How did that voice know her name? No, she wasn't going to let it get her.
"Anala!"
Must move faster.
She then felt something grab her by her right ankle, and pull on her. The grip was tight, like a vice and she let out a scream as she tried to kick whomever with her free leg. But soon, that too was caught in a vice like grip.
"Let go of me!" she yelled.
She felt herself being pulled and suddenly she was being held in a set of strong arms. Roughly, whoever it was, pinned her legs down, with its own and a gloved hand came to hold her own hands together. She then felt a strange warm hand come to her forehead, brushing away her sweat-soaked bangs.
"Damn, you're burning up."
As soon as the pressure on her legs lessened, with whatever strength she had, she pushed whoever held her away, and tried to crawl away again. She nearly cried as the pain shot through her arm again, which cause her get away to become hindered.
"Damn it wench, stop moving!"
She felt the tight grip on her ankle again and she was roughly pulled along the smooth cold floor until she was propped up against a steel wall. A hand came around her neck as it held her against the wall, and a weight pinned her legs down. She tried to lash out with her arms, but they two were captured and pinned.
"Let me go!" she yelled as tears came to her eyes. "Please...let me go..."
"This will be for your own good, if you want to survive."
She was then pulled away from the wall she was held against, into strong arms. Her protest was then silenced as she felt two warm lips meet her own and force her mouth to open. Soon, she could taste the sweet liquid that entered her mouth, and she stopped fighting long enough to drink in the tasteful liquid, closing her eyes as a sudden warmness filled her. Her breathing soon slowed as the liquid continued to be fed to her. As soon as she swallowed all that was given to her, she then felt the pressure on her mouth lessen and slowly move away.
She opened her eyes slowly as she swallowed the last of the strange liquid, and she could only stare up at the familiar yellow eyes that met her gaze. The hand that was holding hers slowly released them, careful not to cause any pain to her injured shoulder.
"Anala, can you hear me?"
She continued to stare up at him, her eyes drifted to those lips that had shared her whatever it is he gave her. Medicine? She did not know, nor did she care. All her mind could dwell on was how comfortable those lips had felt. How warm they had been. And how she wanted to feel them again.
And as if he had sensed her needs...he lowered his head to hers, to take her into a deep kiss. As the kiss deepened, Anala's mind was suddenly filled with images; memories not her own. She breathed in deeply as she surrendered her resolve and slowly, accepted the images that attacked her.
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Anala found herself standing in a small corridor that led to a rather large room. She breathed in deeply, wondering where this room was, but as she peered out into the room, she saw the Doom Guards standing at each entrance way, and pillar within the room. She then looked toward the front of the room and saw a younger King Zarkon, standing before a group of humans, with a young woman kneeling before him, separated from the rest.
A sudden hand came to grab her own, and with a gasp, she saw that it was very young child. She looked down and realized that this was Prince Lotor. She was dressed in garb that would be significant of a Hand maiden, within the Castle Doom. She kneeled down to the little boy, as he held on tightly to her hand. Then Zarkon's voice echoed through-out the halls as he slapped the young woman who stood before him. The boy's grip, tightened in her own.
"How dare you!"
Anala winced when she watched him slap the girl again, causing her to fall to the ground. The group of humans who were kneeling before the king suddenly moved a little more away from where he stood, but several of the guards closed in on them.
"I did not wish to anger you, sire," the woman sobbed. "I only wished to return home to see to my ailing father."
"And what of your duties to me?" the King asked. "Do you think that you could just sneak off and leave us behind?"
"No sire!" the woman pleaded. "I was only..."
"And why take these slaves with you?" the King demanded. "Answer me wench!"
"I...I cannot fly a ship on my own, sire!" she said. "I did not wish to anger you. So, I asked the guards to find me men who knew how to fly."
"And my own guards were not sufficient enough for you to inquire with them?" the King asked. "They could have easily taken you to your home without question."
He then saw her turn away from him and he then smiled. "Or was it your plan to see if you can escape, with these slaves, and never to return?"
The woman could not meet his gaze.
"What kind of woman would think only of herself?" he asked. "To leave her husband? HER ONLY SON!"
Her silence was all that was needed to anger him further.
"Bring my son!" the king demanded.
A guard standing near Anala then turned to her. "You there, the King wants Prince Lotor, immediately."
With a deep breath, Anala held the young boy's hand tightly in her own, and slowly made her way toward the group. The humans then parted way as she escorted the young boy up the dias to stand beside the king. It was then she could see the young woman and she suddenly realized who she was.
Lotor's mother.
She had hair that could rival Allura's; silken golden hair, as long as she was tall. It was unbelievably straight, but it only helped to augment the woman's own beauty. Her skin was smooth and cream in color; eyes as blue as the deepest oceans. Not one blemish marred her appearance in any way.
"Answer me, wench!" the king yelled. "What kind of woman would leave behind her only son?!"
The woman's gaze dropped from the King down to the little boy who stood nearby. For a fleeting moment, Anala also met her gaze, as she turned her head away.
"I have no son," she stated simply.
"What?!"
The woman turned to the king, defiance in her eyes. Through clenched teeth, she said those same words again.
"I have no son," she repeated.
Anala stepped back as the king roared in anger. Without a word, a slight gesture from him signaled the guards. Anala turned her head away as the group of humans were all shot before them. The woman could only close her eyes, not wanting to face the carnage behind her.
"That's what you get for betraying me!" he yelled.
The woman opened her eyes as she stared at him. "You destroyed my life! My home! You take me away from those I loved and cared for!" she yelled. "Force me to live here, while I watch you destroy planets and ruin more lives. Force me to marry you! To have a child with you! I will never love you! I will never love anything about you! And for all that you have done to make my life a living nightmare, the only wish I have is to see you dead!"
Anala let out a scream as she pulled Lotor away as the woman pulled out a long knife and went to attack the king. The guards in the room reacted, but held back when they saw that King was unharmed.
Instead, the young woman was kneeling before him, as one of his hands held her by her neck, squeezing as he grabbed her arm that held the knife with his other hand. Twisting her arm, the knife she held slipped out of her hand. Bending down as he kept a tight hold on her neck, he picked up the knife off the ground and looked at it.
"Our wedding gift from my father?" he asked. He brought her close to him as he squeezed harder around her neck. "How appropriate. You have one last chance, Ailya. Take back everything that you have said, and learn to appreciate everything that I've given you. Raise our son, to be strong."
Tears welled up in her eyes as she stared up at him. Her hand then went to his that held the knife.
"Go to hell," she said.
She then pulled his arm toward her as the knife then entered her. She let out a gasp before she closed her eyes and fell limp before him.
Zarkon released his hold on her, as he withdrew the knife from her now dead body. The young woman laid motionless on the dias, and he kicked her to turn her over.
"Clean up this mess," the king ordered as he looked at the knife. He then turned to where Anala was standing, Lotor standing in front of her, staring at him. "That is lesson one in your meager, life, Lotor he simply stated. Those that defy you must be eliminated."
Zarkon signaled for two guards, as one took the young prince away as Anala stood, staring at the King.
"Kill the woman," he ordered. "From now on, no human will touch my son."
"Yes, sire."
A guard then stood behind Anala and forced her to kneel, all the while she could only stare at the little boy as he stared back at her.
She then felt her head be pushed back, and the familiar feeling of cold steel at her neck. She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable.
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"LOTOR!"
Anala quickly sat up, breathing in deeply. She swallowed hard, when she felt the pain in her left shoulder. Remembering that the robeast had speared her there, her hand went to her shoulder but felt that it was now bandaged.
She looked around, seeing that a small light was set-up so that she could now see. She was lying on a makeshift bed, padded by what looked to be left over cushions from old chairs. The top she was original wearing lied nearby in shreds, looked to be forceably ripped, to make the bandage she now wore. She looked down at herself to see that a halter-top of sort was now around her.
Sudden footsteps caused her to immediately lie back down and she closed her eyes as soon as she saw that it was Lotor. She held her breath a moment before letting it out slowly.
She then felt him near her, his hands delicately checking the bandage on her left shoulder, tightening it where it needed. Just as he removed his hands, she caught one of his in hers and looked at him.
"You're finally up," he stated.
"Where am I?" she asked, refusing to let go of him.
"About 20 stories below where we started," he stated. "If you don't let me go, you will lose that hand."
Anala looked at him before releasing his hand. He moved away from her as she stared at him. She slowly pushed herself up so she could look around.
"20 stories?" she asked.
He nodded. "You saved us from going any deeper, or having us killed," he said. "Amazing that you could that with only one working wing."
"I did?" she asked. She tried to remember what had happened, but all of it was a haze. She was in too much pain to even care. "Any ideas on how we can get out? As you stated, I have only one working wing. It wont be enough to get us out."
"While you were taking your nap, I looked around a bit," he said. "There are several open stair wells that lead up to the higher levels, but we will have to work quickly."
"Why?" she asked.
"The medicine I gave you earlier will not last for long," he said. "You've already been exposed to the Lazon here for more than 12 hours. You don't have much time left."
"Before I get sick?"
"Before you die."
She slowly nodded. She then realized that she was sitting there, somewhat half-naked before him.
"Thank you for bandaging my shoulder," she said.
"Call it even," he said as he stood. "Are you ready?"
"Now?" she asked.
"If you want to get out of here alive, we have to start now."
With a grunt, Anala got to her feet. A sudden sense of dizziness hit her, which caused her to lose her balance. He moved in to catch her before she fell.
"God, I feel like I need to vomit," she muttered.
"The medicine is working at least," he said. "The feeling will pass, but we should get moving."
"What about the others?" she said. "I heard an explosion."
"We will concern ourselves about them, later," he said. "For now, lets just get moving."
She could only nod. As soon as her head cleared, she followed behind him as they headed down a dark corridor...