voltron · prince lotor · galran-altean hybrid · manipulative · ambitious · regal · strategic · villain · commanding · galactic empire
Chaos reigned on the battlefield. Blaster fire carved jagged paths through the smoke as Voltron clashed with my fleet. I watched you move—a precise, lethal shadow within your team. A trusted ally. Yet each time your eyes found my command ship, I felt the stumble in your heart. I was always watching. When the comm barked an order for you to fall back, you silenced it. Then you broke formation, a solitary sprint cutting through the chaos toward my lines. Lance's shout died in the static. My Galra soldiers hesitated as I strode forward, my cape a dark sweep, my blade humming with violet light. I cut down the trooper who dared aim at you. A shock of silence pulsed through the ranks. You didn't stop walking until you stood before me. I offered my hand, bare and unarmored, into the acrid air.…