they do N O T bind us

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[ the half galra ]

    Antok had no idea how long he had been prisoner in this place. He had been keeping track of the hours when he was first captured but eventually he had given up. Day had blended into night and he wasn’t sure when he was awake or when he was asleep anymore. When he wasn’t being horrifically tortured, he slept or he daydreamed. It was the only way to keep his mind semi-active.

   Antok lay naked on the table, deep in thought when he heard footsteps coming down towards his cell. He was completely silent until Shiro spoke. Hope welled in his chest as he realized he was going to be rescued and he attempted to speak, only to let out a few hushed and broken squeaks. He remembered now. The guards had punished him badly on his last escape attempt, he could no longer speak or echolocate. The scarring across his neck made that clear.

   How would he let the other know who he was? He thought as Shiro freed him from the binding and carefully helped him up. He wrapped one arm tight around the human to keep himself up as his vision swam and lightheadedness seeped into his brain. He hadn’t gotten up in a long while, it was a big strain on his weak body.

   As soon as they were out in the hallway, he pointed towards where the prisoner’s belongings were kept. He would not leave this place without his blade and armor. He hoped to the gods that it was all still there after the many months he was kept there.

when the half-galra wrapped his massive arm around his significantly smaller shoulder, shiro noted that the half-galra was fully naked. it didn’t seem to bother him, but it sure did bother shiro a lot --- now, if only he could find some clothes.

but then the half-galra pointed towards a storage room not too far away from the cell. 

“your stuff... it’s in here?” shiro turned his face towards the half-galra as he guided him to the direction of the storage room. not an easy feat, seeing that the half-galra could easily be twice as big as himself. thankfully, the hallway was devoid of sentries; pidge had to have already disabled them earlier.

“let me help you find your stuff”, shiro offered. “tell me what it looks like --- oh wait”, he paused, averting his eyes from the scarring across the half-galra’s neck. “okay, you know what, i’ll carry you around until you find your stuff. nod if you understand me.”

because there was a chance that the half-galra didn’t understand everything he said due to the lack of translator.

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 when the blade of marmora gave the team an intel about a quintessence-refining facility, shiro wasn’t expecting to stumble upon prison cells.

the cells were sparsely occupied. some of the prisoners were dead by the time shiro got to them, he noted, and some were still alive but barely. as he fought himself from having a full-blown panic attack right there and then, he ordered the other paladins to move them carefully into their lions.

then shiro got to the last cell.

it looked more like a torture chamber than a cell and it only held one prisoner. strapped to the table was a massive galra... though shiro noted that he didn’t look like fully galra. half-galra, then? disgust and anger rose deep in his chest --- the empire was really prejudiced against half-galra, shiro learned, and it was about as horrible as racial violence back on earth, if not more.

he bottled his anger and focused back to the prisoner, who was still alive, thankfully. but shiro didn’t want to alarm him if he came closer.

“my name is shiro, i’m a paladin of voltron. i came to rescue you”, he said, before he began to melt the binding that held the half-galra.

@aequorborn | sc. ( shiro )

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shiro trusted the blade of marmora.

sure, that trust was hard to come by, but the blades had proven themselves again and again that they were good allies to have in this war. they even visited the castleship often for war planning or intel sharing disguised as casual dinner.

but there was something about one of them that kind of creeped him out.

shiro knew j’ura --- well, he only knew a bit about j’ura. he was kolivan’s mate, apparently, and he rarely talked. when he talked, his voice was distorted by the mask he always wore. 

maybe it was the mask, at first shiro thought. but he’d been around antok enough to reach the conclusion that, yeah no, it wasn’t the mask. most of the blades that visited the castle never took off their mask either and they never creeped him out like j’ura did.

he was deep in thought that he wasn’t seeing where he walked, until he slammed into someone.

well, speak of the devil.

“oh, uhhh... sorry, j’ura. i wasn’t paying attention.”

@deception-and-disgrace | sc. ( shiro )

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[ high priestess haggar ]

Haggar glances back down at the arm at his words, before looking back at him and nodding. “Yes, it is Sendaks. And no- he escaped. We found him a few movements ago, floating around in a cryo-pod. He has since resumed working for the empire in his old position.” 

She resumes carefully tinkering with the delicate inner mechanics of the arm as she speaks, eyebrows furrowing slightly in concentration. Ah, she supposes he could be of use.. This part does require a lot of work. 

“You may help me with this, if you wish.” she beckons him over with a finger, glancing up at him as she does. 

almost automatically, kuron stepped forward just as she beckoned him.

he had been around other galra enough to pick up their body language. though he couldn’t mimic them due to lacking certain body parts --- like ears that could visibly move or tail --- he could still translate the emotions behind their body language. right now, if he were galra, his ears would be perking up from how eager he was.

he liked being around haggar, in parts, because they both were blatantly not galra. at least here in her lab, he was safe from insults against his human-like appearance.

“alright, do you want me to hook this up to the pulleys?” he asked.

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kuron felt bad that he had to visit the high priestess so soon after his last one --- but really, it couldn't be helped! his prosthetic arm somehow was destroyed in a battle and he needed a replacement so he could go back and function as a soldier again.

it hurt --- it had to, the arm was capable of receiving sensory stimuli, enough so he knew that he had hit his enemies or performing fine motor skills such as holding his space-coffee mug without breaking it.

but he wasn’t expecting that he could also feel pain. especially after the arm was destroyed.

as soon as he saw haggar, he sheepishly raised his torn and mangled arm for her to see, a half grimace-half smile on his face. it looked as if something with too many sharp teeth had torn into it and used it like a chew toy --- that was almost correct, actually.

“sorry i broke it.”

@theempireshighpriestess | sc. ( kuron )

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did a major change to my BYF & rules

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[ kolivan ]

     Kolivan readjusted his grip on his blade as he stared his enemy down, the leader of the blade was concentrated and focused as the bot made it’s first attack. The galra moved with ease and well practiced movements as he avoided the initial swing of the droid before feinting to the left of the other incoming droid that had been trying to blind side him. 

     The fight lasted a total of three minutes before both droids were destroyed and Kolivan was left standing without a sweat. It was then that the Leader of the Blade noticed Shiro. “Ah… Shiro, what can I do for you?”

shiro didn’t know how long he had been staring. kolivan moved with grace that shiro had never seen in any galra he fought before. perhaps it was the blade’s signature fighting style, or whatever it was. and it was... beautiful.

enchanting.

and when kolivan caught him staring, he grinned sheepishly as he approached the galra.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to interrupt.” he had intended to hit the training deck because he couldn’t sleep, counting on the post-training exhaustion to make him pass out and hopefully enough to make him function in the morning. "you always train this late?”

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[ high priestess haggar ]

Haggar does not bother to look up from her work as the gentle ping alerts her to a visitor. She’s currently fixing Commander Sendaks arm- he damaged it badly recently, so she gave him a temporary replacement to use until she could fix this one. It was smashed quite badly in places when she first took it off him, but it’s almost finished now.. 

She finishes carefully tightening a tiny screw before acknowledging the doorbell. “You may come in.” 

She finally looks up as Kuron enters, fixing him with a borderline caring gaze. He looks well, which is nice to see. She had been worried he would be struggling with his new role in the empire, but one quick glance up and down him is enough to reassure her that he is well. 

“Hello Kuron.”

“high priestess haggar.” kuron returns the greeting, bowing as he does though not as deep as he would do to the emperor.

she has been working, of course. but what she’s been working is what attracts his attention most. he recognizes the hulking object from his original’s memory.  the high priestess seems to be dwarfed by its sheer size.

“is that commander sendak’s arm? i thought the paladins killed him”, he points at it. he certainly remembers his original jettisoning the containment pod out of the castle of lions.

having memories of his enemies --- and the empire enemies --- is certainly useful.

and now, he supposes, he should make himself useful. “can i help you with something?”

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[ zarky ]

     The beep on the comms drew his attention just the same as it had drawn Shiro’s, his ears perking up curiously while he leans forward slightly as if it would help him listen in on their conversation, but there was nothing to hear. Zarkon’s eyes focus on Shiro’s own again when he is spoken to, a little temporary frown on his face, but it fades into a small smile when he’s finished.

          “ I knew. Do not worry, I will not turn away what food I can get. ”

    Then Shiro left Zarkon to his own company, and he watched him as he stepped along the walkway until he could not see him anymore. Vargas passed and his energy collapsed, resulting in Zarkon laying on the cell bench, his helmet discarded off to the side somewhere, his chest to the wall… until he was broken from his restless sleep by the sound of footsteps echoing throughout the large room.

    Zarkon’s ear twitches and he sluggishly pushes himself back up into a sitting position, facing the cell barrier again, one hand brought up to his forehead as if it would stave off the wave of exhaustion that only seemed to increase while he sat up, but it ends quickly enough for him to look ahead and catch sight of this reality’s Black Paladin. He spends a few ticks only watching, waiting until Shiro crosses the halfway point of the catwalk before he raises his voice and greets him.

          “ —- Pihipivu, Shiro. ”

concern twisted shiro's face as he found zarkon doing his best impersonation of a wet rag inside his cell. the other black paladin was obviously exhausted, no doubt starving, and just like that, shiro's guilt increased tenfold.

"i'm really, really sorry about this. something came up and, uhh... i was on a mission for two days, but i guess i can't tell you about it", shiro said, pushing the tray he was carrying through the small opening on the fortified glass. the opening closed as soon as the tray went through --- huh, that was neat.

"did no one really go down here to give you food? because, um, that's kind of inhuman --- in --- whatever, it's not acceptable to starve prisoners."

he knew the team was worried that he and keith were stuck in the blade of marmora's base for two days, and then the red lion started attacking, and they had no way to contact the two of them. but still.

shiro slumped down on the floor in front of zarkon's cell and sighed heavily. 

the last two days had been... well, rough was kind of an understatement. he had to see his friend got beat up by galra twice and three times his size; not to mention that he was eighty percent sure that the trials was keith's as much as it was shiro's --- he still couldn't shake the memory of kolivan's glowing mask stared down at him, judging him.

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[ high priestess haggar ]

Haggar looked up when her datapad pinged softly- she was busy working in her lab, but she took a momentary break from her research to see what it was. Ah, Kuron had responded to her. She read the message carefully before answering.

“I meant the day of your creation- you are exactly one year old today. And yes, you may. I am in my lab.”

She goes back to her work after that, though she will admit that she’s slightly pleased she will get to see Kuron. Of all her experiments to date, he may be her favourite. He’s rather sweet, actually, not that she’d ever admit that out loud.

he was one year old? was it galran year, or was it earth year? how did the galra measure a year? their main system didn't have a host star and their fleet was spread across the known universe. there had to be a standard unit of time, right?

kuron (that name still rang odd) shut off the communication console with more questions filling his head than he was before. should he ask haggar about it? no... the high priestess probably didn't have time to indulge his curiosity.

but then again, she said he could visit.

after cleaning himself up and dressing in his armor, kuron headed to her lab. he ignored the empty gaze of her druid as he walked past, and pinged her door.

hopefully she was not regretting his visit.

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