Cute Pink Space Babe

Indie. Semi-Selective. Ezor. VLD. Written by Mags.

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@goofbcll — 💕 for a STARTER

Their first battle had yielded quite a bit of information on the Paladins — fighting styles, level of abilities. But one item of question had really bothered Ezor since the fight. 

The amount of An'ilamaris'. The Paladin in the pink armour had been one. So had the one with Red armour. Even the Green one had given off the characteristics of an An'ilamaris. 

But the one in Blue armour wielding the Red bayard? And the cute one in Yellow armour? Kiin'am. Like her and Narti. 

She only wondered how Kiin'am were treated amongst the Paladins of Voltron. For her and Narti? Looked down on by majority of the Empire save for her fellow Generals, and of course, her Prince. 

So, it took quite a bit of self-control to suppress her excitement upon spying on the Yellow Paladin, to see him in action. Though she’d rather be engaging him, Ezor supposed the shadows would have to do for now. 

She only wondered if he was a Kiin'am to any of the Paladins, or if he was like her and worked as a Kiin'am for a group of An'ilamaris. 

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rebelcourtesan:

Front and center, was what she was told whenever ships docked with Zenana.  Front and center so you can be seen and earn another patron.  Fortunately, all the Courtesans wanted front of center and she was able to delve towards the back, where she can be easily overshadowed by the others.

She had no wish to gain the attentions of a new patron today, nor any other day.  She had enough to secure her place in Zenana and wanted some time alone.  Today was going to be a bad day for her emotional as depression often crept up from time to time.  It was a foreboding fly that would land in her eye and mess up her whole day.

One of the disembarking high ranking soldiers, commanders and generals, stood out from the rest.  It wasn’t unusual for women to come to Zenana, but this one stood out from the others with a long head tail that seemingly flowed behind her like a ribbon caught in the wind.  Her coloring made her standout like an opal stone among charcoal.  Bridget caught herself staring and hastily looked away.    

She felt eyes on her even as she disembarked from the ship, separating herself from her fellow Generals. Ezor was quite aware of her striking, rather unique looks, even amongst hybrids. Whilst the Galra genetics seemed to be dominant in most cases, she had been the exception, her Syl’inian genetics being dominant in this case. 

Vibrant, almost multi-coloured eyes of varying shades of azure swept through the crowds, and she found her gaze settling on a humanoid, bipedal species with a shock of vibrant fiery hair before she ended up swallowed by the steadily growing crowds. 

Curiosity piqued, Ezor chose this moment to activate her cloaking, disappearing amongst the throngs of individuals on the landing platform. 

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They must have a Sephora in that space mall, right?

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@rebelcourtesan — 💕 for a STARTER

She didn’t even think how this would be their last stop with civilisation, not with her Prince’s agenda deviating away from running his Father’s Empire. 

If there was one thing Ezor rather took enjoyment from, it was these little bits of “shore leave”, even it it’s to a space station. At least supplies can be stocked, and her mind can be put at ease, even if it’s for a short while. 

As she took deliberate strides, the Syl’inian/Galra hybrid’s skin crawled. She would rather be anywhere but onboard this station. 

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goofbcll:

     “I don’t think so.”

Hunk picked up the blade that was buried on the surface. There was no way he was going to let her capture him. Not in a million years. He could be used as bait or worse—He shook his head. Hunk had to focus. 

“I’m getting tired too. I wish you guys would stop forcing planets to cooperate with you. It would make our jobs a whole easier!  You can’t force people. Let them make their own decisions!”

He threw the dagger at her. Not really expecting it to hit her.

“But we do let them make their own decisions~!” she blurted out, annoyance momentarily flashing across her face as she sidestepped her own dagger being thrown back at her, even if the trajectory was no where near hitting anything non-vital. 

“We don’t leave a ton of sentries or drones, if any. Military outposts are soooooo old~. Princey just wants to have the Galran presence at a minimum, Yellow Kitty Paladin.”

Despite being cloaked, she kept her distance as she circled him, a tired sigh blowing past her lips. “Compare Our Prince to his Father. You’ve seen planets run by the Emperor. Kinda uptight. Lotor is the complete opposite.” 

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violet-assassin:

“I’m glad the others haven’t caused you too much trouble.” Zelbin had heard some of the harsh words about half breeds. Gossip spread rather quickly amongst the soldiers and the arrival of Prince Lotor and his half breed generals was no exception. Surprise at the Prince’s return and scrutiny towards his generals were popular topics as of late.

“Of course. Anything to be of assistance.” That was on of her jobs after all as it was for all soldiers. To serve the Empire in any way possible, to follow orders. However, her offer was also somewhat out of a general enjoyment of Ezor’s company. If she could help her out, she would oblige.

“I am glad you haven’t got turned around here yet. Ezor, if I may ask, were you busy with something before you stopped to speak with me?” The Meyarkun asked politely. “If not, they perhaps I could show you around the ship? Maybe then we could lower your chances of getting lost here?”

Though she smiled, Ezor’s smile took on a rather sadistic look for the briefest of seconds. “And who would want to cause trouble with lil’ me? I’m a General and outrank just about everyone except for the Commanders.”

Smile cheerful once more, she blinked several times by the enquiry. 

“No. Just a stroll to clear my head. We have time off until Prince Lotor issues orders for us to leave.” She frowned. “Which unfortunately means we’ll probably leave in the next quintant or so,” she responded with a pout. 

“Buuuuut~, since you’re so willing, I would be more than honoured to have you give me the grand tour.” 

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goofbcll:

     “I don’t think so.”

Hunk picked up the blade that was buried on the surface. There was no way he was going to let her capture him. Not in a million years. He could be used as bait or worse—He shook his head. Hunk had to focus. 

“I’m getting tired too. I wish you guys would stop forcing planets to cooperate with you. It would make our jobs a whole easier!  You can’t force people. Let them make their own decisions!”

He threw the dagger at her. Not really expecting it to hit her.

She seemed to have hit a sore spot; her grin only seemed to widen as she watched him grow a bit more frustrated. “We only use a tiny bit of force~! Prince Lotor is just that charismatic!” 

Except, it was more along the lines he was manipulative and knew which words to use to sway someone to their cause. 

“Someone’s clearly upset.” 

Ezor bristled at the sight of her own throwing blade being used against her, so with a quick sidestep she managed to dodge. 

“If you’re really good, maybe I can teach you how to properly throw that! How about it, Yellow Kitty Pilot!” 

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violet-assassin:

“Well, I hope everyone has been courteous to you thus far.” The comment was made with a specific thought in mind. Ezor’s obvious hybrid origins. Zelbin didn’t care mush about that sort of thing. Sure, she found hybrids to be a bit odd, but Galra blood is Galra blood.

Ezor’s words sparked a bit of curiosity within her. So Prince Lotor was a more hands on leader? Zarkon never seemed to leave central command. He had his commanders and soldiers to scout things out for him.

“I see. If you ever need any help with anything around here during your visits, you can come find me. I’ve been aboard this ship for so long that I pretty much know it like the back of my hand,” she said with a small smile.

Though the offer entirely depended on whether or not she was around at the time, she would do what she could to assist. She wanted the best for the Empire after all.

Ezor fell silent for the briefest of moments, inwardly bristling at the statement Zelbin had just made. True, others had been courteous, but it was only due to the fact she was one of Lotor’s handpicked Generals. She’d heard the slurs thrown her way, and their silence only made it all the worst, because they wouldn’t say it directly to her face. 

Still, she gave a small shrug. “They stay out of my way, and I stay out of their way.” Cryptic sounding.

“Awe,” she cooed, “how thoughtful~!” 

At least it was a genuine offer, so the Syl’inian/Galra hybrid was more than willing to show her thanks. 

“I might have to just take you up on the offer! This ship is so massive, it’s a wonder I haven’t ended up lost, yet!” 

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gorganthegalra:

Gorgan continued to drone. Placing files in the correct cabinets and making sure certain documents are sent to higher ups, all that fun stuff. Soon he started to mutter to himself. “Everyday, I wonder why do I put up with this. They say back at training that being a commander is all missions and wondrous glory. Putting ideas into kids heads like that shouldn’t-” he stopped. Slowly, he turned around at looked at the door. No one was there. Funny, he could’ve sworn he had heard footsteps.  He went back to his work though, he glanced back at the door now and again, just to check if he missed anything.

Despite taking enjoyment from bringing paranoia up to the surface, she found herself drawing little to no enjoyment from this interaction, even if the officer kept turning towards the open doorway. 

Letting out another huff, Ezor skipped into the slightly cramped room. Peering at the various files scattered about, a playful smile suddenly graced her lips as she lightly tapped his shoulder. 

“And that’s exactly how they rope you in~!” 

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galramari:

It was one of the few times Marcio was taken to central command with his commanding officer. He was able to get away from the commander to socialize after the two had finished what they had come to do. Not seeing anyone in particular to interact with, he then spotted one of the Prince’s fine generals on the outskirts of the crowd. “Why, I wouldn’t think to spot one of you here. I would have thought you would be doing important work. Considering your position, of course.”

The moment her personal space was invaded, Ezor turned bored, azure eyes towards the one who was apparently brave enough to speak with her. 

“Hmmm?”

She was sizing him up, taking his apperance in, his mannerisms. 

I suppose it won’t hurt to ACTUALLY mingle, she thought to herself as she went straight into pure and absolute cheer. 

“Even we need a bit of time to mingle~!”

Flashing him a smile, her head tail swayed slightly as she lightly poked his nose. 

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goofbcll:

   She was tricky one to handle. All these moves made it hard for him to shoot in the right direction. 

Her attitude and demeanor disturbed him. She almost had a dagger lunged into his face. Several of them could have completely torn off his face. He dreaded, how many more was she going to throw at him?!

“What do you want?!”

He demanded; prepared to shoot once again, “Why are you here?!”

“Mmmm. To capture you, Yellow~! See, Prince Lotor’s getting very tired of you Paladins. He’d rather you remain of the picture as he takes back planets formerly allied with us. It’s a lot of work,” she explained, boredom evident in her voice as she stifled a yawn. 

“And,” she added, “what better way than to knock one of you out of commission.”

“It really isn’t anything personal. For what it’s worth, you’re a really good pilot of your Yellow kitty~. It’s just... well, can’t have Voltron forming. It makes everything sooooo imbalanced.” 

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regiisxtractatori:

Even through the small whine he managed a grin. “At least you all managed to gather good intel. I would say the fight alone was worth that.” He mused with a wave of his hand. At least he now knew the weakling in the party and that none of them would truly be ready for an all out assault. Not that that was part of the plan at all. He had other ideas in mind. It was best to take apart a team from the inside after all. Break them down that way.

“But let us not go underestimating any of them just yet. They could have been holding back. Though I highly doubt it. But it’s not off the table. On the brighter side was it at least a little fun?” A small smile touched his lips as he regarded Ezor.

She found herself nodding in agreement. “Oh, it was very enlightening. I really liked fighting them, even if they were kind of sloppy in an actual fight. I really didn’t want to underestimate them, but this fight, plus the earlier one in their Lions, really gave a lot away about them. I understand each of them has a speciality, and it seems they worked better as a team this time around than when we first fought them in their Lions.” 

Grinning more to herself, she added, “But it was fun. Fighting a group of five, all with different skills and weapons? I swear I haven’t had fun like that in ages, Prince Lotor~.” 

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@galramari — 💕STARTER💕

Ever cheerful and outgoing, Ezor felt entirely out of place, but she refused to show her discomfort in an outward display. Visits to Central Command were far and in between despite Lotor protem rule. 

The looks she received were scathing, even if displays were kept to a minimum. 

She sighed as she found herself a corner to herself, surrounded by too many officers on break. The Galra and Syl’inian hybrid had begged one of her fellow Generals to join her, and she could at least spy Zethrid mingling whilst simultaneously terrifying younger officers.