Redemption and Destiny | By : alucardsangel1973 Category: +S to Z > Voltron Views: 2220 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Fed up with Lotor's constant failures, Zarkon forces him into slavery. Now stripped of his princedom and his power, Lotor is forced to work as a slave on the dreaded slave planet Carnos. There he learns how the other half lives, and how terrible a life it really is. It also makes him realize just how much Princess Allura truly means to him. But when he learns of Zarkon's plans to take a new bride and then attack planet Arus, he has to find a way to get off Carnos to warn Allura of the impending attack. But when his escape takes a detour upon Taebos, the planet of lost souls, he meets three men that will help him discover the truth of who he really is. And he learns that the fate of many civilizations may depend upon one thing...he and Allura coming together as husband and wife.
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Redemption and
Destiny
Chapter 1: Exiled
King Zarkon sat upon
his throne looking down at the group he'd assembled.They were
more beast than man. They were the ogre masters of the slave
planet Carnos. It was a place for those who did not bow to the
king's demands. His advisor and witch; Haggar stood by his throne
hunched over supported by her walking stick. She knew the
prince's fate would not be a pleasent one, and there was no
talking sense into the wicked king now. Zarkon had had enough.
"He is young and
will outgrow this boyish crush on Princess Allura. Consider that
he is your only child. To die without an heir will throw your
kingdom into chaos." Haggar plead.
"Enough witch!
He has already thrown my kingdom into enough chaos as it
is!" Zarkon barked angrily.
Haggar cowered before
him hoping to avoid his wrath knowing what lay in wait for Lotor.
She realized any further attempt to reason with him was futile.
She shook her head knowing the prince was doomed.
"You know your
orders." The king growled.
"Yes your
majesty." One of the masters replied in a gravel voice.
"He will be taken care of."
"Understand I
don't want you killing him...yet. That boy has cost me victory
upon victory all over this ridiculous infatuation he has with the
princess of Arus. She and that blasted walking scrap heap Voltron
are all that stands in my way of complete and total domination. I
want him to beg for death. Make him suffer." The old king
snarled.
"I can assure
you sire, he will suffer dearly. The whelp will no longer give
you any trouble." The leader answered.
"One more thing.
When you take him, I want him put with slaves that he himself
captured. Not that I care if they take revenge upon him or not,
but it will ensure he's broken before he dies. Let them do what
they want to him, except kill him." Zarkon said with pure
malice.
"As you command
majesty. Shall we bring him to you before taking him from Planet
Doom?" The leader asked.
"No. I don't
want to be bothered with his pathetic cries for mercy or begging
for one more chance to capture that wench Allura. I wash my hands
of the brat once and for all." Zarkon answered in a hateful
tone.
"It shall be
done your majesty."
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In his private
bedchamber Lotor was asleep. He was tired from the latest
argument he'd had with King Zarkon. At least in his dreams he
could find some solace from his father's judgment. At least there
he could be with the woman he desired above all others, princess
Allura. There in his dream filled sleep she did not hate him. She
loved and adored him as he wished she would in reality. He was
awakened from his pleasant dream; however, when the door to his
room was violently kicked in.
Lotor sprang from his
bed to find a group of rather hideous looking beasts had entered
his room. They looked at him with evil eyes and clutched large
hammer like weapons in their clawed fists.
"I don't know
how you got in here. But I can assure you that if it's a fight
you want, it's a fight you'll get." The prince growled as he
unsheathed his lazon sword.
The ogres said
nothing. They just looked at the prince with amused expressions
on their faces.
"I fail to see
what's so amusing about what I just said. You're all about to die
horrible deaths, and I won't be quick about it either."
Lotor warned.
Again, they just
continued to smile evilly. This agitated the young prince who
realized the creatures were not taking his threats very
seriously.
"Fine. Have it
your way." He snarled as he took an agressive stance.
The ogres formed a
chain across the doorway ensuring Lotor wouldn't be able to
escape. This didn't bother the prince in the least. Having fought
minor robeasts, he was used to scrapples with loathesome
creatures. He lunged forward effectively slicing the metal ball
off one of the beast's weapons. They only stood by and laughed.
This only served to
agitate Lotor further. Unfortunately when he was angered he
didn't think too clearly. He swung his sword forward only to find
both his hands grasped by two massive clawed hands, if one could
call them hands. They began to squeeze with such force the prince
was forced to drop his weapon. The moment the glowing blade hit
the ground it was promptly kicked out of Lotor's reach. He now
found himself having to do hand to hand combat with the group of
brutes.
"Wanna play
rough do you? Suits me just fine. I don't need a sword to clash
with you laboratory rejects anyway!" Lotor shouted retaining
his arrogant demeanor.
The beasts just
continued laughing and smiling. Lotor however, was anything but
amused. How dare these things mock the crown prince of Planet
Doom. He would teach them a lesson...or so he thought.
"We'll see how
funny you think it is when I even up the playing field.
Guards!" Lotor commanded.
There was no responce
to his call. Figuring the fools hadn't heard him the first time,
he shouted much louder. "GUARDS!"
Still no one came to
his aid. Little did he know that no guards would be coming to his
rescue. King Zarkon warned the sentries and other soldiers they
were not, under pain of death, to interfer with the Carnos
masters. And knowing the king would make good on his threat, they
obeyed.
"There won't be
anyone coming to save your ass this time boy." One of the
masters retorted coldly.
"You're all
alone now." Another added.
It began to sink in
that Lotor was on his own against the invaders. He couldn't
understand it. Why didn't any of the guards come to him when he
called? Did his father know what was happening? He was faced with
the realization that he could be staring down his own death.
"If you're going
to kill me, I'll make sure my death is as costly to you as it is
to me." He said trying to swallow the fear now welling up
inside of him.
"We won't kill
you....yet." The leader said as he raised his hand. It was
his intention to back hand the prince and knock him unconcious.
But Lotor wasn't about to go that easily. He ducked the attempt
and rebounded with a front kick to the leader's abdominal region.
The problem was the creatures wore thick armor that protected
them from any blows they might recieve.
Lotor on the other
hand found himself on the ground when another fist came flying
and knocked him backwards. His back hit the side of his bed
stunting him slightly. He stumbled to get to his feet only to
find himself struck yet again.
"Take it easy
with him boys. We don't want to break him too soon. Takes the fun
out of it." The leader sneered.
Lotor felt something
dripping down his mouth. He wiped his lips to find it was blood.
He snarled and made one more attempt to get to his feet and mount
some sort of an offense. But the leader ended that attempt rather
quickly. He successfully backhanded the young druel so hard that
this time Lotor went down and did not get back up.
"Scurge of the
galaxy indeed." He said as he picked up Lotor's motionless
body and hauled it over his shoulders like a sack of flour.
"We've done our
job here. Let's go before he wakes up."
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Zarkon sat on his
throne with a wicked smile on his face. One of the slave masters
informed the king that Lotor was now in their hands before they
left for Planet Carnos. He rubbed his hands together knowing the
hellish nightmare that now awaited the prince. No longer would
the wicked king be bothered with Lotor's agenda of making
Princess Allura his wife. As far as the king was concerned, soon
Princess Allura would no longer matter. Secretly he hoped Lotor
would last long enough to hear the news of his beloved princess's
demise. But he wouldn't consider it a huge dissapointment if the
prince expired before Allura did. All he cared about now was the
fact that Lotor was no longer his problem. He was free to attack
Arus as he wished.
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On Carnos, Lotor lay
unconcious in his dark cell. Water dripped from the leaky ceiling
hitting the prince's cheek. He began to stir feeling the droplets
of moisture hit his face. His eyes wearily opened and he
attempted to rise to his feet. He found that task however much
harder than he would have thought. The moment he began to move
his head began to spin. His vision was still blurred from the
blow he'd recieved and his back ached. He groaned in pain as he
clutched his abdomen. Though he didn't remember it, appearently
he'd been kicked in the stomach several times before waking up.
He also found that he wasn't wearing his uniform anymore either.
That had been replaced with a raggy grey tunic and matching
pants. He was wearing the attire of a slave.
"Ahhh, I see our
royal guest is finally awake." Said a familar voice.
Lotor looked up
through groggy eyes to see the same ogres who had attacked him on
planet Doom. Despite his pain and dizziness, Lotor managed to
will himself to his feet and grab at the cold iron bars of his
cell. Rage burned in his cat like eyes.
"I am the Crown
Prince of Planet Doom! My father King Zarkon will have your
heads!" Lotor barked furiously.
"You stupid boy!
It was your father who sent you here!" The leader, known as
Kargos, laughed boisterously.
"You lie!"
Lotor spat with disbelief.
"The king has
had enough of you and your pathetic boyhood infatuation with some
bitch named Allura."
Lotor's blood boiled.
"Let me out of here! I will rend your head off for insulting
her!"
"And just how do
you propose to make us? You've no fancy sword now to cut through
those bars. What do you intend to do, bend them with your bare
hands?" The guards laughed.
"I told you I am
a man of royal blood! I command you to release me!" Lotor
protested.
"You're of royal
blood no longer. As far as King Zarkon is concerned you no longer
exist. Here, you're nothing more than a slave like the rest of
the scum here. So you might as well get used to it." Kargos
growled.
"You're sadly
mistaken if you think you can keep me here." Lotor snarled.
"I think you're
going to find that you are the one who is sadly mistaken. When
we're done with you, you'll be begging for death." Kargos
replied.
"Never."
Lotor said defiantly.
"We'll see my
little druel. We'll see."
to be continued...
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