I'm back fans, so are the kitties and the blue-skinned royal pain
that we love so much. Now on with the show!
NaTal sat at her table in the bar, sipping at a drinking a concoction that she knew she wasn't old enough to drink legally. She didn't care at the moment though. Her father was going to have her head for bailing on the portrait sitting to get this job done.
"You alone?" someone asked from behind her.
She turned around to look at the very man she was here to kill.
"Not any more," she said, smiling sweetly and pushing out the chair across from her for him.
"Well, now. I haven't seen you here before."
"I'm new to this quadrant."
"I know. I could never forget a face like yours."
NaTal smiled to herself, she knew that both fate and nature had always been kind to her and she was going to need both for this little problem.
Lance perched himself on top of a hill not far from the castle of lions. He slips something out of his pocket and holds it up in front of his face. He opens the locket and looks at the woman's picture inside.
"So Lotor and NaTal both get that from their mother, huh?" he chuckled to himself, "Even I hafta wonder what she was like now." He heard someone walking up behind him and put the locket away.
"What's up, Koran?"
"Commander Keith would like for all members of the team to meet in the launch room as so as possible."
"Now what's he up to?"
"The same has been said about you, Lance," Koran said with a chuckle.
"Yea yea," Lance remarked, standing up.
"Where the hell is she?!" Zarkon screamed.
"She probably did what I should have done a long time ago, gotten the hell out of here!"
"Shut up! You've already stepped on my final nerve and I am in no mood to hear it from you!"
"When are you ever?! I've spent the past eighteen years watching you spoil that brat rotten, like she was some sort of prize pet. Did you ever think about the fact that there is hardly anyone in the Alliance that wouldn't want to see us dead and that would leave her in charge and this kingdom screwed!"
"Your sister is more competent then you think. I haven't been spoiling her, she has been trained as an assassin, you'd know that if you looked at something other then the end of your nose!"
NaTal followed the councilman back to his apartment. She smiled to herself as she dropped the wooden peg into the door to keep it from closing all the way.
"I certainly didn't expect to meet someone like you in that bar. There has got to be something wrong with you that I'm not seeing," he said running his hands over her torso.
"You're right," she said, her smile broadening until her pointed teeth were visible, "You didn't meet a girl like me in that bar. That girl doesn't exist at all anywhere. Oh, and just so you know, that special drink I got you should be kicking in right about now," she finished, letting her discise fade away, "So I'll just let myself out then."
The man began to chock and cough while collapsing to the floor.
"You, young lady, have a great deal of explaining to do!" Zarkon yelled, his anger giving him a flushed appearance.
"Father, your blood-pressure," NaTal reminded her father, not even looking like she was interested in what he was saying to her.
"Listen here!" he continued, not noticing that his daughter wasn't listening to a word he was saying, "You ran off, without letting me or your brother know that you were, you had everyone here looking for you!"
"You're just mad because I skipped out on the damn portrait sitting!" she yelled back, like usual, not caring how childish she looked.
"Yes, I am upset about that, but I have more important matters on my mind. Namely your safety young lady!"
"Go stuff it in a box someplace, I can take care of myself!"
Zarkon could control himself no longer. He swung out his arm and struck his daughter across her face. Despite her own strength, she fell to the ground at the blow.
Zarkon stared down at his daughter in shock. NaTal got up from the floor in a hurry and ran out of the room. Lotor rose from his seat and followed her.
"How could he?" NaTal growled to herself, rubbing her cheek.
"He's struck me more times then I can count, what makes you think that you can go without?"
"He's never actually struck me outside of combat training. This will not go without its consequences," she said, leaning on the balcony railing.
"What are you going to do?" he asked, joining his sister.
"Nothing at first," she said.
"What?"
"I'm going to let him think that everything's completely wonderful for a while, then I'll disappear for a time."
"I'm starting to see why Father favors you so much, if it had been you here instead of me, the Alliance would have had it's hands more then full."
"Doubtful," she said, leaning on her arm, "If I had been the one here instead of me, you'd be the one with the intimate knowledge of the Alliance and I'd be the one struggling for headway."
"Just don't start going after my Allura when my back is turned," he joked, looking over at his sister.
"Is that the tan-skinned girl the Father said you were always chasing after?" she asked, not truly interested in the subject.
"That's not very fair of you!" he spat, almost teasingly. "You do realize that acting as though nothing's wrong will also include going through the portrait sitting no matter how must you dislike the whole deal."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know," she said, pushing off the railing and walking back inside.
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Author's note time!
Quest cat pops up on the screen wearing a talk-show host costume.
"Hey there all you happy people of the viewing world! I'm here today with none other then NaTal herself!"
"Hello," NaTal said politely.
"So tell us a little about yourself."
"Well, I'm the only daughter of King Zarkon, I am also Haggar's apprentice, and I've just celebrated my eighteenth birthday."
"Tell us this then, why hasn't your father let it be known that you exist?"
"Well, first because our kingdom has many enemies and keeping my birth quiet would give them one less target to chase after."
"End second?"
"I act as an assassin for my family."
"I see... So you went to the Alliance military academy, any friends there?"
"Yes, and some enemies as well,"
"Care to tell us about them?"
"Well, there was that Keith idiot, what I wouldn't get to beat him up one last time!"
"Okay...And what about these friends you said about?"
"There was this one fellow, Lance, he was always willing to stand beside me, no matter what. And then there was Sven, a little hard to understand but easy to get along with. And of course there was Cersa, she was my roommate. If Lance wasn't there getting into trouble with me, then she was her!"
"Well isn't that ni..."
NaTal picked up her pager and made an annoyed sound.
"I'm sorry Miss Cat, I really need to be going."
"...ce, I'm sorry to hear that. We'll have to have you back again soon."
"I would like to be back."
"We'll see you all another time!"
NaTal sat at her table in the bar, sipping at a drinking a concoction that she knew she wasn't old enough to drink legally. She didn't care at the moment though. Her father was going to have her head for bailing on the portrait sitting to get this job done.
"You alone?" someone asked from behind her.
She turned around to look at the very man she was here to kill.
"Not any more," she said, smiling sweetly and pushing out the chair across from her for him.
"Well, now. I haven't seen you here before."
"I'm new to this quadrant."
"I know. I could never forget a face like yours."
NaTal smiled to herself, she knew that both fate and nature had always been kind to her and she was going to need both for this little problem.
Lance perched himself on top of a hill not far from the castle of lions. He slips something out of his pocket and holds it up in front of his face. He opens the locket and looks at the woman's picture inside.
"So Lotor and NaTal both get that from their mother, huh?" he chuckled to himself, "Even I hafta wonder what she was like now." He heard someone walking up behind him and put the locket away.
"What's up, Koran?"
"Commander Keith would like for all members of the team to meet in the launch room as so as possible."
"Now what's he up to?"
"The same has been said about you, Lance," Koran said with a chuckle.
"Yea yea," Lance remarked, standing up.
"Where the hell is she?!" Zarkon screamed.
"She probably did what I should have done a long time ago, gotten the hell out of here!"
"Shut up! You've already stepped on my final nerve and I am in no mood to hear it from you!"
"When are you ever?! I've spent the past eighteen years watching you spoil that brat rotten, like she was some sort of prize pet. Did you ever think about the fact that there is hardly anyone in the Alliance that wouldn't want to see us dead and that would leave her in charge and this kingdom screwed!"
"Your sister is more competent then you think. I haven't been spoiling her, she has been trained as an assassin, you'd know that if you looked at something other then the end of your nose!"
NaTal followed the councilman back to his apartment. She smiled to herself as she dropped the wooden peg into the door to keep it from closing all the way.
"I certainly didn't expect to meet someone like you in that bar. There has got to be something wrong with you that I'm not seeing," he said running his hands over her torso.
"You're right," she said, her smile broadening until her pointed teeth were visible, "You didn't meet a girl like me in that bar. That girl doesn't exist at all anywhere. Oh, and just so you know, that special drink I got you should be kicking in right about now," she finished, letting her discise fade away, "So I'll just let myself out then."
The man began to chock and cough while collapsing to the floor.
"You, young lady, have a great deal of explaining to do!" Zarkon yelled, his anger giving him a flushed appearance.
"Father, your blood-pressure," NaTal reminded her father, not even looking like she was interested in what he was saying to her.
"Listen here!" he continued, not noticing that his daughter wasn't listening to a word he was saying, "You ran off, without letting me or your brother know that you were, you had everyone here looking for you!"
"You're just mad because I skipped out on the damn portrait sitting!" she yelled back, like usual, not caring how childish she looked.
"Yes, I am upset about that, but I have more important matters on my mind. Namely your safety young lady!"
"Go stuff it in a box someplace, I can take care of myself!"
Zarkon could control himself no longer. He swung out his arm and struck his daughter across her face. Despite her own strength, she fell to the ground at the blow.
Zarkon stared down at his daughter in shock. NaTal got up from the floor in a hurry and ran out of the room. Lotor rose from his seat and followed her.
"How could he?" NaTal growled to herself, rubbing her cheek.
"He's struck me more times then I can count, what makes you think that you can go without?"
"He's never actually struck me outside of combat training. This will not go without its consequences," she said, leaning on the balcony railing.
"What are you going to do?" he asked, joining his sister.
"Nothing at first," she said.
"What?"
"I'm going to let him think that everything's completely wonderful for a while, then I'll disappear for a time."
"I'm starting to see why Father favors you so much, if it had been you here instead of me, the Alliance would have had it's hands more then full."
"Doubtful," she said, leaning on her arm, "If I had been the one here instead of me, you'd be the one with the intimate knowledge of the Alliance and I'd be the one struggling for headway."
"Just don't start going after my Allura when my back is turned," he joked, looking over at his sister.
"Is that the tan-skinned girl the Father said you were always chasing after?" she asked, not truly interested in the subject.
"That's not very fair of you!" he spat, almost teasingly. "You do realize that acting as though nothing's wrong will also include going through the portrait sitting no matter how must you dislike the whole deal."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know," she said, pushing off the railing and walking back inside.
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Author's note time!
Quest cat pops up on the screen wearing a talk-show host costume.
"Hey there all you happy people of the viewing world! I'm here today with none other then NaTal herself!"
"Hello," NaTal said politely.
"So tell us a little about yourself."
"Well, I'm the only daughter of King Zarkon, I am also Haggar's apprentice, and I've just celebrated my eighteenth birthday."
"Tell us this then, why hasn't your father let it be known that you exist?"
"Well, first because our kingdom has many enemies and keeping my birth quiet would give them one less target to chase after."
"End second?"
"I act as an assassin for my family."
"I see... So you went to the Alliance military academy, any friends there?"
"Yes, and some enemies as well,"
"Care to tell us about them?"
"Well, there was that Keith idiot, what I wouldn't get to beat him up one last time!"
"Okay...And what about these friends you said about?"
"There was this one fellow, Lance, he was always willing to stand beside me, no matter what. And then there was Sven, a little hard to understand but easy to get along with. And of course there was Cersa, she was my roommate. If Lance wasn't there getting into trouble with me, then she was her!"
"Well isn't that ni..."
NaTal picked up her pager and made an annoyed sound.
"I'm sorry Miss Cat, I really need to be going."
"...ce, I'm sorry to hear that. We'll have to have you back again soon."
"I would like to be back."
"We'll see you all another time!"