Character; Prince Lotor
AU; Galran Reader?...
Warnings;
•Very soft boi
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{2nd Person Point of View}
Your aching feet tapped against the metal floors of the Galran mothership, making soft echoes through the hollow tunnels. Yes, tunnels, because your existence had to be forgotten. As well remain a secret from your entire species.
The only other Galrans allowed in these secret passageways were the Royal Family, only including one other soul; The witch, Haggar. These tunnels are so discreet and secluded that even the Prince didn't know of their existence. He probably doesn't know you exist, either.
Being Haggar's lab rat wasn't your choice, and being forced to become the most powerful weapon in her collection definitely wasn't your choice either. Being taken from your dream job, the one you had worked so hard to be recruited for, wasn't your decision either. Shocker.
To add, lab rat is more of an understatement. Lab rats are tested on and discarded quickly, while you are being pushed on the verge of death every day. You're more of an ongoing, suffering experiment, if you will.
And, (spoiler), you hate it. You hate every second of your life and what it has become. You were plucked away from your station as a cruiser pilot, the top of the fleet, and thrown into a training lab with the infamously evil woman. Eighteen hours of unbearable pain, training and torture each day.
You were lethal, dangerously powerful, and you know it, but you despise it. It took every last ounce of your forced energy to keep from breaking into tears on the daily. You just want to go back to your days in the Galran Aviation Force. But, to your dismay, it's all in the unreachable and ever-missed past.
You wish so badly that you could convince Zarkon to change his ways, to give peace to the universe instead of demanding all of it's known power for himself. You were but a meek experiment raised to kill, but too sympathetic and exhausted to do the deed without manipulation.
Turning the corner to the entrance of the lab, after you were mentally preparing yourself for today's guaranteed torture, you saw a figure standing off to the side of the large double doors. They were much taller than Haggar, (to your relief), yet noticeably smaller and thinner than Zarkon. That meant....
The figure then turned to you, the sudden movement of their body grabbing your attention, turning it into panic. "Why are you here?! I'll report... you... to....." The end of his sentence dropped, and you were left extremely scared and confused.
"Come here... I don't think we've had the pleasure of meeting before, Miss...?" He fixed his threatening posture and made it one of authority as you approached him, stopping about a three feet distance away, placing you in front of the doors. Haggar has told you what to say in the event where you were caught. However, you were less pressured to lie once you put a name to the face. As you got closer, you immediately recognized the face of your leader; Prince Lotor.
"I cannot tell you my name, your majesty." You stated, your voice submissive and quiet. He sighed and looked around, suddenly remembering his surroundings.
"Why not?"
You pause. "She will hurt me, and she can hurt you."
"Who?"
You choose to stay quiet.
"Why where you coming here, then? I never knew these caverns existed." He stated, sounding impatient yet suspicious. "Or can you not tell me that, either?" You shook your head 'no' and he lowered his head to think, his armored finger bordering his sharp chin.
"You know who I am, yes?" He asks, glancing up at you, and you nod. "Then why do you refuse to tell me? Do you not see me as your superior?"
A gulp lobs in your throat, the presence of darkness coming closer. The quintessence, unhealthy, dark tanks of mythical energy seeping throughout every cell of your being, tells you that she's near. "Because, I respect you. And I do not want to be responsible for your injury, she will win. So go, quickly!"
"And leave you here?!"
"Yes!-"
Then suddenly, with unthinkable speed, the doors shot open to reveal a livid witch, overflowing with a desire to hurt.
"You irresponsible BRAT, you're late!!" She hisses, striking you with a stream of pure dark power. It contained such force that your body was flung into the air, flailing helplessly until it slammed back-flat into the opposite wall of the tunnel. The Prince looked at you worriedly, then at the Witch, who was unaware of his presence. He was shocked, confused, and lividly pissed.
"Witch, what is the meaning of this?!" He fumed. Haggar looked to the left to reveal his majesty, displeasure plastered on his features. She seemed startled by him at first, but collected herself, knowing she would win any brawl he were to start up.
"Prince Lotor. It would be best if you left. Do not tell anyone about what you have seen today, or the consequences will be dire." She threatened, taking a step toward the corpse across the tunnel. You finally began to shakingly pick yourself off of the cold, metal floor. You had a small yet bleeding wound on your forehead, but nothing was punctured. Both of their attention spans were almost instantly drawn to your movement, and your groan of pain.
Dark sparks of electricity zapped out of your skin and dissolved around you, causing you to begin to cry in discomfort and distress. You were out of natural energy, now running purely on quintessence, which is a state dangerous for any living being to withstand.
You're running on the essence of the universe, overflowing, letting it seep out like leaking pipes.
Haggar raised her arm in your direction, ready to strike again before it was swatted down with the flat of the Prince's weapon.
"Is this just another project to you?! Another machine to experiment on? Another subject to test your magic on before throwing them out and moving on to another unwilling citizen?!" He spits. "Do you not care about the well being of your people, Witch?!" He shouts, pointing his now-drawn sword at her cloaked throat.
"She is no longer Galra, she is a weapon of the universe. Bound to be more powerful than any canon or laser we've built so far, when I'm finished with her. You can try to save what little sense she has left, but she can't escape what I've made her. She'll come running back, I've programmed her to."
You groan, your nerves calming to a state of stability. Your episode had tired you out completely, leaving you in a state that may threaten your life.
"Now go, do what you must with her. She knows where she belongs." She hissed, retreating into her lab after her threats had been spilled.
You watched her back into the safety of the doors and disappear, eventually leaving sight as the entrance shuts for good. You exhaled as your final tear of the moment dropped off your chin. Falling into the small puddle of blood, sweat and tears below you. Just an unexpected part of the torture.
Lotor rushed over to you, sliding on his knees to your level. He helped you onto your limp feet and assisted you in your attempts to walk to the nearest exit of the tunnels, where you could be safe.
"What is your name, and how can I help you?" He asked, somewhat frantic. He was acting as if his new life goal was to help you, to return you to your old life and make you happy again, to prove Haggar wrong. What a foolish, unreachable goal he had.
You coughed terribly a few times before answering; "Y/N," You croak, one thought away from a sob. "It's too late for me. We're not exactly a happy race, much less am I a part of this race at all." Your voice was gravely, and the Prince frowned at your lack of dignity. Wrapping your arm around his shoulders, he picked you up into a carry, holding you securely.
"That's what she wants you to think, do not let her win. I will help you, all of you. You shall be happy again, Y/N. The Galra Empire will not suffer any longer." He said, using determination too bold for the amount of hope he has.
You smiled at him thankfully. "I trust you just enough right now to believe you, your Highness. Albeit not much, I place my hope in you." You had used up all of your lung power, and wheezed a few more times before he quickened his pace.
"Thank you, Y/N, I'll use it wisely."
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This one was exciting
af to write
Not only does your boi respect woman but he also wants to help the Galrans return to a state of peacefulness.
💫 e x c e l l e n t b o i💫
Anyways, see ya next time!
-Juni out
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