A/N: I do not own Voltron, its characters, settings…Just my people. By the way, please review! How do I know anyone's reading this!?!
Lotor placed Lissa in a holding cell on his ship, and then immediately contacted Haggar. The old witch's face appeared on the viewing screen, looking very annoyed by having been bothered.
"What do you want, brat? I haven't got time to conjure up any love potions for your precious Allura right now. That arrogant windbag you call father has asked me to-"
Lotor waved one hand to silence her and said, "Enough, witch. I'm not interested in any love potions. What I need is something that suppresses natural abilities."
Haggar cackled and said, "Have you finally come to your senses and given up on the Princess and desire to be a eunuch?"
Lotor gritted his teeth, glad that he'd contacted her from his private quarters so none of his crew could hear the witch's rude comments. "No. I have a prisoner with very unusual talents, and I would like you to create a potion to hinder them. I think she will be most useful to my plans for Allura, and my father's dream of conquering Arus as well."
Haggar frowned, thinking she might be out of a job if Zarkon actually managed to take Arus, but she said, "What kind of talents does this person possess?"
Lotor shrugged. "I'm not altogether certain. Powers of the mind. She can move and even alter things with her mental energy. I saw her tear a Roe Beast to pieces without touching it."
Haggar's eyes widened and she clapped her hands in glee, startling Lotor. "You have a psychic? A real one?"
Lotor tilted his head. "I have no idea what a psychic is, but if it's someone who uses mental powers, then yes."
Haggar began to dance around in a circle, cackling, and Lotor knew for certain she was mad. "Excellent. I have always wanted to study such a person. You are bringing the prisoner to Doom, aren't you?"
"Yes, but not for a pleasure trip, witch. She's my prisoner."
"I get that, Prince Dolt. But if I do make this potion for you, I want full access to the prisoner. There are so many questions I'd like to ask her and-"
"Fine. Ask her as many questions as you like, just have that potion done by the time I arrive. If she regains her full strength, she may break free, and I don't trust her dragon not to cause any damage if she were to try and escape," the Prince added in a grim tone.
Haggar stopped dancing and gaped at him. "Did you say she has a dragon?"
"You're losing your hearing as well as your beauty," Lotor taunted for answer.
Haggar ignored him, her eyes narrowing in thought. "No one simply has a dragon. This prisoner sounds most…unusual. If she's what I think she is, you're either a genius or a complete idiot for capturing her."
"What are you ranting about now, witch?" Lotor demanded.
"Nothing," Haggar replied. "I'll have that potion made up immediately."
And then she cut communication with him.
Lotor was tempted to contact her again. She obviously had an idea of what his prisoner was, but he knew she'd never tell him what she knew if he pressed her. Haggar had to willingly offer information, it could not be dragged out of the stubborn old hag. Lotor decided to pay a visit to his captive.
He stopped on the main deck and ordered the release of her companions, whose ship had been surrounded by his remaining fleet until they were out of Arus' orbit.
He made his way down to the holding cell she was in and then paused to watch her. She really was pretty, but not his type. He had a definite thing for blondes. She was pacing her prison in agitation, her strange metal gray eyes narrowed in thought, and it suddenly occurred to him that he couldn't allow her to remain conscious once he informed her that her friends were being freed. She would most definitely try to escape.
He walked up to the holding cell and gestured for a guard to open it. Lissa whirled to face them, eyes glaring death at him.
"You shouldn't scowl so much, you'll ruin your lovely face," Lotor replied, unable to help flirting with her a little since he was, after all, a notorious womanizer.
"I suggest you worry about your own face," Lissa replied, her hands balling into fists as if she'd love nothing more then to strike him.
Lotor laughed and said, "Such rudeness from so pretty a lady. That's hardly any way to act, seeing as how I have brought you news of your traveling companions."
Lissa shrugged and said, "You have freed them as promised."
Lotor stopped laughing to stare at her. "How-"
"Don't bore me with unnecessary questions," she snapped.
Lotor stiffened, his eyes hardening as he stopped directly in front of her. Her powers were more extensive then he'd realized. "Very well, I'm sorry to have bored you. I'll try not to do it again," he said before he reached out and pinched a nerve on her lower neck, sending her crashing to the floor in an unconscious heap.
At that moment, a terrible roar shook the ship, and Lotor cursed, realizing it was her dragon. He turned and ran for the bridge.
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Lissa had been pacing since the moment Prince Filth, or whatever he'd told her his name was, had placed her in the cell. She had given her word not to escape, and she would keep her word, but he hadn't set any time frame and so she intended to leave as soon as her companions were released. For the time being, she could do little, other then seek to calm Fire Storm, who was ranting and raving almost beyond control, his anger a palpable thing.
"Mistress, this is intolerable. Allow me to smash this ship to pieces and free you at once," he roared in her head.
Lissa winced at the sheer mental power he was projecting. "Calm yourself and think. If you do that, Prince Ower and the others will surely be killed."
"I care nothing for that fop," Fire Storm sneered.
"Nor do I, but we are bound by duty to keep him safe," Lissa reasonably pointed out.
She could almost feel Fire Storm's grunt of frustration, but the dragon was too stubborn to give up. "Fine, then I will go and crush the ships holding Prince Ower captive, and then you can free yourself."
"And what if the Prince gets hurt or killed during your little rescue?" Lissa demanded, knowing how very difficult and willful Fire Storm could be, desperate to keep him calm.
"Fine, damn it, I will docilely follow this ship like some whipped puppy and allow this fool to keep my lady prisoner," Fire Storm snarled. "I am a complete failure as a Familiar."
Lissa instantly changed the tone of her thoughts to soothe him. "That is not true. You have never failed me. It is I who am an unworthy Rider, to allow myself to be caught like this."
"Lady, there is no finer Rider then you, and I am honored I have been your companion," Fire Storm quietly replied, his anger beginning to cool. "We will find some way out of this mess, we always do."
Lissa was about to respond to that when she sensed a surge of excitement from the dragon.
"They are freeing Prince Ower's ship. Can I smite this star cruiser down now?"
"Not yet," Lissa returned. "Wait until the Prince is safely out of their reach."
Fire Storm made a distinctly grumpy grunt, but she knew he'd obey her wishes.
It was then that her cell door opened, and she turned to face her captor. She loathed the man, he had threatened to kill her companions without regard for loss of life, and he had also released the monster that had attacked Arus. He was also very arrogant and over confident about his looks, and she despised vain men.
As he was talking to her, she barely paid any attention to what he was saying, thinking how she'd love to smash his face in. Thus she was taken by surprise when he pinched her neck, rendering her unconscious.
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Fire Storm was in a high rage. His lady had been taken prisoner, and with laughable ease. He had abandoned her side to fight the Roe Beast, knowing she was weakened from her earlier battle, and he hadn't stopped to think where the Roe Beast might have come from. He should have known it was a trap, and he was disgusted with himself for his deplorable lack of thinking. As a result, his mistress was now some braying peacock's prisoner.
He tried reasoning with her, but she would not permit him to do anything except follow after the idiot's destroyer, his mood growing darker with each passing moment. He knew, better then she did, what this capture could result in. Even if they were to escape, the Council was going to be furious that they had been captured in the first place. As a matter of fact, depending on what Lissa did while being held prisoner, she could be in serious…
His thoughts abruptly cut off as he felt the mental link he shared with Lissa suddenly grow faint. She'd been harmed, or at least knocked out. Rage boiled through Fire Storm and he let out a roar that shook the heavens. Turning his reptilian head to glare at the puny ship, he swiveled in the air and charged at it, his mouth gaping as he prepared to tear the cruiser to bits and free his beloved lady.
"Not so fast," an arrogant voice called out, halting the dragon in mid charge. "I still hold your lady prisoner. She is unharmed, merely sleeping."
"Do not seek to lie to me," Fire Storm snarled, baring his gigantic fangs. "She is not sleeping, you rendered her unconscious."
"True, but whatever the case might be, she is still my prisoner, and now she is not even awake to defend herself," Lotor replied. "So it would be wise of you to control yourself and behave, or I will have no choice but to harm her."
Fire Storm noticed he didn't say kill her, undoubtedly he had no desire to lose such a valuable prisoner. Besides, if Lotor killed Lissa, Fire Storm would simply kill him. But Fire Storm would not be responsible for having his mistress tortured.
He slowly backed away from the ship, forcing the snarl from his face, but his eyes were still shining with an unholy light, and his words, when they came, were so even and calm, it made the threat in them all the more potent.
"Fine, mortal, I will desist for now. But my lifespan is far greater then your own, and my memory is long. You will regret this."
Lotor said nothing to the dragon's menacing words, but Fire Storm moved in line behind the ship, and they continued on their way to Planet Doom.