One Good Turn
Part Three
By Cheezey

Haggar had chosen her teleportation coordinates carefully. Even though she was disguised it was necessary for her to appear out of sight of any eyes that would question why a uniformed Galaxy Alliance officer would simply appear out of thin air. Her magic had shown her a small empty room with no life forms in it as an ideal destination; however she had not realized that it was a janitorial closet and that she would materialize with one foot in a bucket and the blunt handle of a large sweeping mop poking uncomfortably into the back of her pants. Grumbling to herself, she muttered, "I am so glad Cossack isn't here to see this." She knew the commander would never let the indignity of her getting a broom-wedgie go, both because of the obvious witch and broom jokes and because he could never let an opportunity for childish humor pass.

Wasting no time she made her way out into the hallway toward where she had last seen Lotor in her crystal. A minute or two later, just as she predicted, the two guards escorting him back to his cell rounded the corner and crossed her path. None of them reacted in any way to her presence, assuring her that her disguise was working as intended, until she approached them.

"Are you the unit transporting the prisoner Prince Lotor?" she asked in her disguise's masculine tone.

Lotor gave her a look as if he thought her to be an idiotic worm and an annoyance, which was about how she expected Lotor would look at an Alliance soldier. Her own opinion of them was not much different than his. She glanced at him for a moment and was pleased to see that Doom's prince was still in good health and obstinate spirit considering his circumstance. She then turned to the senior of the two guards. "I have orders to relieve you of duty and take over."

He blinked in surprise. "You do? Why? My shift just started an hour or so ago."

Haggar shrugged. "Guess they have something else for you to do. All they told me was to come down here and relieve you. They assigned me to the prince for the afternoon."

"Maybe you got on someone's bad side," the other guard, the Polluxian called Draex, muttered with obvious distaste. "I could think of duty I'd rather have than guarding this slime."

"It's the most prestige you'll ever have," Lotor sneered contemptuously.

The other soldier frowned, but did not suspect anything amiss other than poor communication, which was nothing new to him, especially when stationed in the Garrison complex, which when not under attack operated a lot more like an office complex than a battle fortress with all of the legal and judicial offices in it. "All right, if you say so," he conceded. "You been assigned to him or the top security ward yet?"

The disguised Haggar shook her head no, and the guard turned to Draex. "You can show him where he needs to go then, while I go check and see what's going on downstairs."

Draex nodded as he left and Haggar took the opposite side of Lotor. "So, you new around here? I don't think I've seen you. What's your name?"

"Hag—rid," she said, stumbling a bit to come up with an alias on the spot like that. She let out a light cough to cover the stutter. "Dry air in this complex."

"Hagrid, huh?" he replied in a friendly tone. "I used to know a guy by that name. Big guy," he said, gesturing with the arm that did not hold the gun. "You'd swear he was half giant."

Haggar only had the chance to nod politely when Draex's communicator buzzed. He answered, and then held up a hand indicating to stop. Lotor let out a bored and irritable sigh while Haggar played her part as guard and held the chained Lotor as expected. Although they were alone in the corridor and theoretically they could take Draex if need be, she did not want to teleport until they were alone unless she had no other choice. The spell required heavy concentration to cast, and she did not want a witness to run and alert security that there was a breach before Cossack even had a chance to gun their escape ship out of orbit.

"Man, you aren't gonna believe this," Draex said. "Princey here has another visitor."

"Oh?" Haggar's tone was annoyed, although not for the reason her alter ego should have been.

"Yeah." He pointed his thumb to the direction from which they had come. "Back to the visitor's area."

That bit of news caught Lotor's interest. "Who is it?"

"Hell if I know, or care," Draex snapped at him, and grabbed his chained arm. "Just shut up and move it."

"Yes, get moving," Haggar added, both to be in character and out of a genuine desire to get on with things. Though she too was curious about the identity of Lotor's guest and wondered if it was the same individual who had shown up in the black lion, she would have preferred to get out of there and get him back to Doom where he belonged.

"Whoever it is, I'm sure they'll be more interesting company than you two peons," Lotor grumbled.

After a few more tense minutes and insults traded between Lotor and the real alliance guard, they reached the room in which Lotor had met with Merla just a short while ago. Instead of Merla, however, Haggar's prediction was right and much to the prince's delight that time his visitor was the one who he wanted to see most of all.

"Allura!" Lotor exclaimed in a mixture of surprise and delight. His face beamed at the sight of his beloved, and the cold arrogance that had been in his eyes was temporarily erased, and instead sparkled with all the joy of a young child being given the toy that he had most wanted for his birthday. The sneer upon his blue lips melted into a genuine smile, and his stiff and obstinate posture gave way to barely contained raw energy as he struggled to get to the seat faster than his chains and escorts would allow him.

Draex bit back the snide remark that leapt to mind, more out of respect to the presence of a princess than anything else, while Haggar took in the scene with renewed interest. She was not surprised that Allura had come to see Lotor, but she did not know exactly why she was there—whether it was because she had found some way to help him or if it was simply to weep that she was sorry for what had happened and to ease her conscience. Though the witch knew the longer she dallied in the complex in her disguise the more likely it was that she would be discovered, her instincts told her to wait until Lotor was done speaking with Allura. Besides, knowing him and what a fool he was for the girl, even if she saved his life he would probably be cranky if she denied him a chance to speak with her.

Unaware as to the presence of the witch and unconcerned about the presence of the guards in the room, Allura focused solely on Lotor and regarded him with a pleasant, if not somewhat sad look upon her features. In Lotor's eyes she was no less beautiful than ever, but Haggar was more interested in what her motivations for being there were, especially when she noticed a LAD silently stationed behind her. "Hello Lotor," Arus' princess greeted the captive prince of Doom in a gentle tone.

"Allura, my love," Lotor greeted her with unashamed affection and an underlying measure of complacency. "You came to me, just like I knew you would."

"I'm so sorry, Lotor," she told him honestly, still uncomfortable with his declarations of love and the way they made her emotions churn in close quarters with him. It was far easier to brush him off as a heartless monster spouting meaningless words when they came out in the heat of a battle or when he was hurting her friends than it was when they were away from that, face to face and eye to eye, with the reminder of what he had done for her with no benefit and great harm to him. Trying to ignore that unwelcome surge of feeling, Allura met his gaze and tried to focus on the matter at hand, all feelings aside. "I hate what they did to you," she went on to say. "If I'd had any idea they would do this, I would never—"

"I know," he cut her off, his yellow slitted eyes intent upon her. "I was there when you spoke out for me in the courtroom, remember? I heard you denounce their farce and their betrayal of your intentions. I know you, my beautiful and gentle Allura, would never see them do to me what they intend." He reached to touch her hand through the small opening in the glass, but she was out of reach and hesitated to move closer. Part of her wanted to, but…

He'll expect more than a touch if you go through with what you're thinking, an inner voice pointed out to her.

"Despite where I am and what's happened," Lotor went on, dismayed that he could not touch the soft skin that invited him so, "it makes me happy to finally know that you do love me, even if you can't bring yourself to say it yet."

From where she stood watching, Haggar found herself less impatient and aggravated with the delay and more interested in the interplay between her prince and the Arusian princess. She knew Lotor's feelings for the girl were real, that much was obvious after all that had transpired, but was it possible that she actually returned them? She knew from her experience with the princess and the black lion pilot in the dream dimension some time prior that he too had feelings for her and it had seemed to Haggar then that Allura returned those as well. Could Allura be attracted to both, Haggar wondered, truly torn between a common good-boy pilot and an enemy prince? The old witch wondered, and watched Allura's every movement carefully. Obviously the black lion pilot was more her ideal match, but women often felt an irresistible draw and attraction to bad men. Oh yes, she knew all about that. She banished an unbidden memory of her own about Zarkon, and instead focused on what transpired between Lotor and Allura for the time being. Perhaps the extra time spent would be worth something to be used in the future…

Allura meanwhile brushed aside the implication—and unfortunate sting of a hint of truth—in Lotor's words, and looked away for a moment to gather her thoughts before she spoke again. "Lotor, that's not why I'm here," she protested. "I'm here because I want to help you." She swallowed as her heart began to pound. The LAD had made it clear—there was only one viable way to save Lotor, and although the prospect of marrying him for any reason was terrifying in so many ways—the simple truth was that she would, she could not simply sit in a castle far away or even in a bleak courtyard as witness when the man who put himself at risk to save her from certain death met his while it was in her power to stop it. She just prayed that she had ironed out the details well enough with the LAD to cover her bases, protect her, her loved ones, and Arus' interests, and that her friends would understand. It was not a matter of love or what she felt; it was a matter of right and wrong…

A glimmer of hope filled the prince of Doom's features along with the simple elation of being with her as he heard her words. "Help me? How?"

Purely political… to help him, she reinforced to herself inwardly. Not because of the look on his face… or that touch of real feeling and deeply buried honor somewhere in his twisted soul….

"I—I," she faltered as the words froze in her throat.

Her own life was at stake, at least in as far as living it as she knew it went, not to mention her planet. Everything she had fought so hard to protect and rebuild. She was no longer the naïve girl she was over four years ago when she had first met the Voltron Force and they had brought the mighty robot back to being the glorious defender he was that day. She knew that one mis-worded clause in the contract or one real betrayal from Lotor could do immeasurable harm to everything she cared about, but she believed, she had to believe, that if Lotor loved her as he said he did, he would not betray her. Besides, he had plenty to lose himself if he did not honor his word, and she had some leverage. She was not trusting enough to go into it without that.

But her friends were also counting on her. And Keith. Oh, Keith… She cared so much for him as well, and remembered how loyal he was to her, how protective and caring he was, how honorable, and how he had held and smiled at her so many times in a way that made her heart dance with delight.

But then there's Lotor… The way he looked at her with such desire upon his handsome and exotic features, the feeling he stirred in her in those close quarters, and the way a part of her whispered that he was a prince like all princesses are destined to be with.

Why did her heart have to pound like that when she thought about Lotor?

"Allura?" Lotor prodded. Patience was a virtue the prince of Doom would never learn, even if he was distracted by the subtle tremble of her lips and the anxious but riveted look in her eyes as they regarded one another.

"There is a way I can have your life spared, Lotor. I want to do it only because I can't live with knowing I sent you to your death for saving me, that's all," she emphasized, although the words came out a tad too stressed. "It's called Code 630; Section B and it says—"

Lotor's own heart raced as he realized that Allura must be referring to the regulation Merla spoke of during her visit, the one that allowed royalty to reclaim their family members to their planet. "It says you can free me if we're family," he concluded, beaming. "If you marry me."

"Yes." Her tone was shaky under the weight of Lotor's intense and unashamedly ecstatic look. Lotor's very soul soared upon hearing her confirm her intent, while Haggar's disguised eyes went wide in shock.

So she intends to marry him, the old witch thought, now there's an unexpected turn of fortune! She immediately began to rethink her plan. Perhaps she would wait until the ceremony took place before she rescued Lotor. She certainly could not deny her prince the chance to secure that which he so insanely pursued, in fact, he would probably be furious with her if she did stop it even if it was to save his life.

"It's a clause that lets a royal or governing body from a planet in good standing in the Alliance reclaim a tried and sentenced member of their family to their world as long as they're sequestered there for the duration of their sentence," Allura explained. "In your case, that would be life. You would have to stay on Arus forever."

"Forever at your side with you as Arus' queen and me its king?" He smiled at the fantasy, and at the knowledge that as soon as he was out of the prison and on Arus no Galaxy Alliance force could possibly keep him from doing as he pleased with access to his own resources from Doom again.

Her heart pounded so heavily she was sure it would burst out of her chest. "But it's not going to be like you think."

"As long as I have my freedom and I have you, we can worry about that later." He leaned as close to the glass as his binds would allow. "When can we do it?"

"The LAD can officiate it right here. A marriage ceremony performed by one of these units is legally binding under all Galaxy Alliance laws." She glanced at the LAD, which approached and placed a printout into her hands. "The marriage license is here and you'll have to fill it in and sign it. But before that, I want you to sign this." She slid a few sheets of paper and a pen, courtesy of the LAD, through the slot.

"What is it?" Lotor asked as he picked it up and began to scan it.

"A contract," Allura informed him in a serious tone. "I know a marriage between us under Arus' laws, which the Galaxy Alliance recognizes, grants you the title of Prince Consort of Arus until we're crowned queen and king. It gives you certain rights and privileges to the planet. I also know that it will forge a tie to your planet, Doom, and by corollary Zarkon's empire."

Lotor nodded. "Yes. Assuming my father chooses to recognize the marriage, your planet would join the empire, and you would have the respective title on my world as my bride—and stand to inherit Father's empire with me when he passes."

"A political move like that may compromise Arus' position in the Galaxy Alliance, but the LAD assured me they can't kick Arus out as long as we don't perpetrate, abet, or condone hostile acts toward Alliance planets. That will give me the leverage to free you legally. In return, I expect you—and your father—to honor the terms in that contract."

"You have my word as a prince that I will honor what I agree to, Allura. I can't speak for my father, but I can and will act against him if he betrays you." Lotor meant what he said. For what Allura was about to give him, it was little enough of a concession to agree to her terms provided they were not outrageous. As far as Zarkon went, it was a given that Lotor would not stand for anything from his father that would threaten his position with Allura. He had gone through too much and waited too long to obtain her to let the old man ruin it once she was finally his. "What are your conditions?"

"They're listed there, but in short, you are not to abuse, terrorize, endanger, or enslave any of the people of Arus ever again. I want you to treat my people—our people if we wed—just as I would. You and Zarkon are to cease all attacks on Arus and grant all of its people the rights and protection from Drule-run worlds given to any Drule Empire citizens. Furthermore, all Arusian-born slaves that you and Zarkon have taken in the past are to be freed and returned home if they wish."

Lotor considered the request, read the text, and found it reasonable enough. If Arus joined Doom's empire peacefully and willingly through a marriage to him, the courtesy of citizenship for its people was to be expected, and there would be no further reason to attack it. Additionally, if they had resources there to protect, it only made sense that they would defend it as they would their own territory. Zarkon might grumble about freeing the slaves, but Lotor knew his father well enough to know that he would be satisfied enough to finally have Arus after years of fighting to acquire it that he would probably concede. "Consider it done. It may take time to locate all the Arusians on Doom and associated worlds, but I'll see to it that it happens."

"Also, my friends, especially the rest of the Voltron Force, are not to be attacked, persecuted, or harmed in any way."

The prince double-checked the wording of the clause and let out a nod. "You have my word that we will not initiate any harm against them."

"Voltron and its lions will remain Arus' sole property. You and Zarkon are not to use them to attack other worlds nor are you to alter or dismantle them in any way. And to make sure of that, I'm retaining sole custody of the keys."

That Lotor was not pleased with, as part of the prize in securing Arus was gaining control of Voltron. He supposed he could live with that, however, especially considering there could be ways around it later. As far as he knew, the blue lion was destroyed anyhow, and the most important thing was that Voltron would never get in Doom's way again, and that much was assured with her request at least. "Very well, although you understand if they're used against our people in acts of aggression or to interfere in Drule Empire operations, there will be retaliation."

"They won't be. You have my word on that," Allura assured him.

"Is there anything else?"

"Only one other thing." She looked at him earnestly. "If you betray me, Lotor, if you hurt me or worse, I want you to know that not only will I never forgive you, I'll see to it that the lions are turned over to someone who will use them in keeping with the spirit my father intended. The same goes if anything should happen to me."

My, she is covering her bases, Haggar thought as she watched the scene unfold, although she was pleased with the turn of events. Lotor's unfortunate circumstance was shaping up to be the best thing that had happened for their world in years. The prince securing Arus for them and being rid of Voltron for good was sure to curry a lot of political favor for Doom, and as a personal bonus it was going to make it much harder for Merla to sink her claws in to Zarkon's empire any deeper than she already had. In Haggar's opinion, that was best perk of all.

Lotor reached through the small opening and squeezed the lovely princess' hand. "I would never harm you, Allura, and I will kill anyone that tries." Withdrawing his hand and straightening he looked her dead in the eye. "I will agree to what you ask. In return," he searched her face carefully, "I'll ask a few things of you. I have no contract drawn for you to sign, but I know you to be if nothing else a woman of honor and that you will do as you say."

From where she stood, Haggar found herself growing impatient again, and she found herself thinking cynical thoughts at the young would-be couple. What frightened her was that her jaded musings were worded just as she might imagine Cossack having the bad taste to speak them aloud—those being that Lotor was sure spewing a lot of smarmy bullshit to get laid, that Allura was a sucker for falling for it, and that things would go a lot faster if Lotor simply said yes without all the pomp and fluff.

Allura's insides quivered at Lotor's touch. His hands were warm and strong, and the intense look in his eyes was impossible to tear her gaze from, but she felt a measure of fear that he too had conditions for the proposed arrangement. She logically knew that he would; even though he was hardly in a position to make demands, it was Lotor's nature to expect others to cater to him. Even though he claimed to love her, she knew better than to think she would be exempt from that. "What do you ask?"

"That if I do all the things you ask of me, that you stay loyal to me and your world to my empire and the Drule hierarchy as a whole. That Arus stays out of affairs that have no bearing on them, and that your people accept their acquisition gracefully. As you have asked that we not attack your world, I ask that your world play their role as citizens by treating ours with respect. Our sentries and soldiers—who will be there to protect our interests, you understand—will be under orders not to attack but will be permitted to retaliate should they be attacked."

"That's fair enough," Allura conceded. "Your people will be allowed peacefully on our world. I assume that means you'll allow Arusians free travel through your empire's territory?"

"Yes," Lotor agreed. "But more importantly, I ask one other thing of you."

"What's that?"

He massaged her slender fingers in his powerful ones and looked at her with unrepentant desire. "You open your heart and give me the chance to love you as I want to more than anything."

Oh brother, Haggar thought from where she stood. She was definitely glad she had not opted to disguise Cossack and bring him along for the ride; he would certainly have lost it at that line.

"I can't believe she would do this, after all that scumbag's done to our worlds… No wonder our ancestors cut ties with those inbred Arusian idiots," Haggar heard Draex mutter from beside her. The Polluxian sentry had an expression of unmitigated disgust upon his features and his hand lingering upon the trigger of his weapon.

Allura meanwhile tried to pull herself out of the intense magnetism between her and the prince of Doom. A political marriage to save his life was so easy to justify, but to love him… Her thoughts raced. How could she ever truly love Lotor? All of the things he had done, and undoubtedly would do or at least try to do, the selfish kind of man he was first and foremost? Perhaps he was capable of love, but was it the same kind of love she dreamt of, the kind of love that she could find in a purer soul like Keith's?

Keith means so much to me too, Allura's heart cried, although she knew in her heart that a romance with him was also riddled with issues and might never work out either. He was a commoner and she was royalty, and a marriage to him would never be readily accepted—if he even offered it. Unlike the man on the other side of the prison glass, Keith was not a presumptuous man and would stand aside in the name of duty, doing what he had to do rather than what his heart necessarily urged him, not unlike she was doing with Lotor. Lotor, who was a prince and who she could marry, but who she was not sure whether or not she truly loved.

Could I love Lotor? She felt something when she looked at him, and could not deny that there was an attraction when they were together. Although she felt nothing but disgust when he was being cruel, in moments that he had shown tenderness and a spark of goodness, her heart genuinely wanted to embrace it and give Lotor the chance that he so urgently asked her for. Was she a fool for believing that Lotor could possibly ever be a man that she wanted to love?

Her voice was shaky as she answered. "I can't love a cruel and manipulative man," she told Lotor with a distressed look on her features. "If you don't lie to me, don't deceive me or betray me… then I can give you that chance," she said finally. "If you destroy that trust, any marriage we have will be in name only."

Lotor took that as a resounding yes and nodded eagerly, dismissing her conditions from his thoughts. At that moment he truly intended not to ever do those things anyhow, after all they would only jeopardize his chances at having what he wanted most of all—her and her love and devotion. "You can trust me, Allura, I promise. I will love you and cherish the life we'll have together—side by side, watching our children grow…"

The mention of children served to remind her of the permanence of what she was committing herself to. "I'll hold you to your word," her gentle voice warned with surprising authority and a note of wariness.

Lotor only nodded. "Of course." He signed the contract as agreed and handed it back to her, and then filled out the marriage license after she handed it to him next. When that was done he glanced at the LAD somewhat impatiently. "Can it be done now?"

I hope so, Haggar thought with a fair bit of impatience of her own, while Draex muttered some profanity quietly under his breath.

Allura took a deep breath and stood. "Yes," she said decisively, before she could stop and second-guess the decision. She handed the paperwork to the LAD and gestured to the guards. "Unlock the barrier so we can stand together for the ceremony, please."

Haggar stepped forward silently while Draex only glared at the princess. "I'm only doing this because it's my job and I have to abide by regulations," he seethed contemptuously. "Freeing this monster after everything he's done…"

"No one asked your opinion, worm," Lotor snarled furiously.

Allura brushed off the insult. "I don't expect everyone in the Alliance to understand. I certainly didn't understand them when they decided to execute the man who saved my life."

"And annihilated so many others," he growled back as he unlocked the door. He stepped back and glared. "All done, your highness."

The LAD indicated for Allura to stand with Lotor while it pulled the marriage license back into its metal body so it could add its information to the Galaxy Alliance memory banks and create the official certificate once the ceremony was complete. When everyone was standing where they were supposed to, the LAD began the proceedings.

"As a Legal Advisory Droid unit of the Galaxy Alliance, I am fully sanctioned by law to join the individuals gathered before me in lawful marriage. Before you are joined in matrimony, I am obligated to remind you of the serious and binding nature of your contract. Do you fully understand the terms of your marriage agreement between your respective worlds, and the special conditions therein regarding your status in the governing hierarchy of those respective entities?"

"I understand," Allura said.

"Yes, I understand," Lotor also said.

"Princess Allura of the royal line of planet Arus, do you know of any reason that you should not be lawfully wed to Lotor, crown prince of Doom, first son of King Zarkon and the deceased Queen Altora of royal house Dar'skel'Ayr of the Ninth Kingdom of the Drule Empire?"

"I do not."

"Do you come here of your own free will and agree to accept the aforementioned man as your husband and enter into the binding agreement of marriage with him, and grant him all due title and privileges contained therein, until either the event of his or your death or a lawfully sanctioned divorce agreed to by both parties?"

Allura took a steadying breath. That was it, her last chance to reconsider before she would plunge headlong into something that would change her life forever with no turning back. Her heart raced and time seemingly froze for that moment before she answered, her decision already made. It seemed almost surreal to her when she heard herself say, "I do."

Those two words spoken by Allura swelled Lotor with unimaginable elation, as the realization that his long sought after Arusian treasure was his, really and truly and finally all his, sank in.

The LAD then impassively addressed Lotor. "Lotor, crown prince of Doom, first son of King Zarkon and the deceased Queen Altora of royal house Dar'skel'Ayr of the Ninth Kingdom of the Drule Empire, do you know of any reason that you should not be lawfully wed to Princess Allura of the royal line of planet Arus?"

"No. There is none. None at all," he said in a firm, smug tone that denied all challenge as he beheld his bride. A marriage in the Galaxy Garrison prison was hardly what he had fantasized about, but reality was far better than any fantasy, and it could always be recreated to his specifications later.

"Do you come here of your own free will and agree to accept the aforementioned woman as your wife and enter into the binding agreement of marriage with her, and grant her all due title and privileges contained therein, until either the event of her or your death or a lawfully sanctioned divorce agreed to by both parties?"

A pleased, superior, and utterly victorious grin spread across his face, one that startled Allura with its unashamed honesty, infuriated the guard in witness, and that made Haggar want to cackle with delight at the sheer irony that Allura would find out moments after it was too late that she married Lotor to save him only to learn it was completely unnecessary. Gathering her reserves in preparation for the cast of a teleportation spell for three bodies, she readied herself for the opportune moment...

"I do," Lotor stated dramatically, and took Allura's hands in his handcuffed ones to pull her close for the matrimonial victory kiss.

The LAD registered the mutual agreement of the parties and proceeded to the officiating step. "Princess Allura and Prince Lotor, in light of your mutual agreement to enter into matrimony and be bound to one another legally in marriage, I now declare you to be wife and husband. You may now exchange tokens of your vows or share a celebratory kiss."

Without hesitation Lotor clasped Allura's hands tightly and pulled her toward him for that kiss, and as their lips joined Haggar let out a loud cackle. As she snatched the copy of the marriage certificate hot off the LAD's internal printer, her illusion melted into her true form, freeing up that bit of magic and concentration for what would be a taxing teleportation spell, and shocking everyone in the room except the robotic LAD. "Beautiful ceremony, touching kiss, my deepest congratulations to the happy couple and I look forward to the bouquet toss later," she greeted them with a wry smile, using her own voice once again, "but I'm afraid we can't stay."

Lotor's eyes went wide in utter astonishment. "Haggar!" he exclaimed. "You came to—"

"Haggar!" was all the stunned Allura managed to gasp out.

"What the fuck!" the guard Draex shouted, and drew his gun to fire at the witch.

He never got a shot off, however, before a brilliant magenta wave of magic burst forth from Haggar's staff and temporarily blinded him, sending him reeling back to shield his eyes as it enveloped her, Lotor, and Allura. By the time the guard got his bearings and raised his gun to fire, all three of them were gone.

"I recommend sounding an alarm for the security breach," the LAD stated neutrally while Draex stared dumbstruck at the empty space.

Continued in Part Four