This is the sequel to a fic I wrote about Lance possible meeting Lotor at a space mall! You can read it here!
It was a regular day of looking at mission reports and scheduling different platoons to be deployed at different sectors of the Empire. It was also the day after his little getaway and meeting with an interesting creature named Lance. Tan, tall, and flirtatious to a T. Lotor had certainly not held anything back when it came to the welcome banter, especially since it seemed he had no idea who his new leader was. (Poor Lance must have been a part of a recent take-over. So he could excuse the ignorance.)
“Sir.” Auxa greeted, marching in. he hummed in greeting. She had made a grievous error when facing off the paladins of Voltron.
“Voltron has been spotted in this system, attempting to liberate a planet…Noctpo.” She recited from the log she’s looking at.
“Then let’s go meet them.” He says, “Put in the coordinates. I’ll be getting ready.” He was honestly hoping something like this was going to happen. Perhaps he’ll even get a closer look at the paladins of Voltron this way.
In an interesting turn of events, it seemed that half of the Voltron team had taken to the ground to deal with the Galran forces, and the other half took the sky.
So Lotor decided to take to the ground as well, rifle in hand and suit on to hide his features.
It was honestly a twisted form of event that he saw the flash of a sniper rifle picking off his soldiers. So he decided to go deal with it.
Honestly, who had trained this paladin? Why was his armor not uniform with his bayard? Just in pure irritation, he managed to hold himself back from strangling him and just knocked him out cold with the butt of his gun. His body fell limp and quickly Lotor grasped the bayard and pocketed it on the back of his belt.
“Now let’s see who you really are…” And gently he slid off the helmet. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but his Spa partner from just a few quintants ago wasn’t it.
“Well hello, Lance.” He murmurs.
This was simply an opportunity he could not pass up.
He had his Generals set up a room for Lance, nothing too fancy he didn’t want to give off the wrong impression.
It had been a couple of Vargas and then as he was looking over yet some more paper work. (did his father have to deal with this much paper work?)
“Sir? The paladin is awake, and he’s being rreeeeeaaaaaly noisy.” Ezor sweeps in, fingers in her ears, and dramatically doubled over.
Lotor rolls his eyes, “Bring him here and- ask Narti if she can accompany me in here.”
Narti arrived with her familiar perched on her shoulder and he nodded pleased with her punctuality. “I just want you to keep watch and make sure things don’t go out of hand.” His general nodded back and they waited for Ezor to arrive with Lance.
“Hey, watch the merchandise! I swear if I get pimples because of you-“
“Oh come on you have to admit your reaction was HILARIOUS.”
Ezor shoved Lance in who was handcuffed and out of his armor. He only wore his shirt and jeans, the jacket probably missing because he had been in his armor when Lotor had knocked him unconscious.
“Thank you Ezor, you can leave.”
“Awww, why do I have to leave? Narti gets to stay!”
“Can you be quiet while I speak to Lance?” Ezor opened her mouth to say something, shut it, zipped her lips and went to a chair and sat in it, her lips twisted into a smug expression. How amusing. He reached into his pocket and got out the key for the cuffs.
“Those can’t be comfortable, Lance.” And he released the cuffs, braced for an attack, but Lance behaved himself, seemingly impressed in fact that he was released at all as he rubbed his wrists.
“Thanks.” He says confused, looking at his two generals, zoning in on Narti and eyes widening. “Is that a CAT?”
Lotor raised an eyebrow, “You are on my ship, technically a prisoner and your first comment is about Narti’s helper?”
The Paladin floundered, “I- well, okay. First starters: why the quiznak am I here? Why haven’t I been tortured for information about Voltron. What do you WANT from me?”
Lotor chuckled lowly and sat back in his chair. “Simple: I just wish to talk, Lance. Please, sit.”
Lance sat in the chair, he fidgeted and looked at his generals. Lotor sat back, watching for a moment. He then took an electronic pad and flicked through the paperwork. “Tell me, Lance, have you been well since our Spa quintant?”
“Uh..I guess?” He says, “Hunk kinda…exploded the kitchen?” Lotor laughed.
“Is he still attempting to perfect his soufflé recipe? What even is a soufflé?”
This opened Lance up and for about a varga they exchanged stories. Lance even somehow managed to encourage Narti’s familiar to hop into his lap for affection. Lance was obviously still holding a lot of information back, but that really wasn’t the point of this.
Lotor even exchanged some tame stories of his own. “Really Lance, you should see Narti and Ezor spar. It’s similar to that of an acrobatics show.”
There was silence after that, Lance petting Narti’s familiar and he purred at the head scratches. Good.
“Well this has been fun, but it’s time for you to go. Ezor, tell Auxa to find Voltron’s Location and a corresponding neutral asteroid or planet for us to leave Lance on for safe pickup.”
Ezor frowned, “What? But why? We have him- he can be USEFUL to us, like-“
“Ezor, right now Lance has some things he should think about. I think it is in our best interest, to take this slowly, don’t you? I would prefer this not to end in a bloody battle.”
“Sir. We’re being pursued.” Comed in Auxa.
Lotor raised an eyebrow, “By who?” He responds.
“The red lion sir, I think it’s alone.” Lotor looks at Lance who shrugs.
“Guess my ride is here.” It was certainly good to know Lance still had his sense of humor.
“Give the Paladin back his armor and only return his Bayard when it’s absolutely necessary, but PLEASE make sure that Lance gets safely.”
Ezor, still confused, salutes, “Uh, yes..sir.”
As Lance makes an exit he says one last thing, “I’m not like my Father, Lance. I prefer to do things…much more diplomatically. Remember that.” There, perhaps now the seed is buried just a little deeper, now all he needs is for the rotten atmosphere in the Castle of lions to poison Lance, so Lotor could reap the rewards.
