#noxperditus

[panickypaladin]

This is a call to all Hunk players! @neurotiickind​ @goofbcll​ @thehunkyard @terrahelion

Zarkon is not allowed to have any desserts or cookies!

[iustuseo-blog]

I am on mobile atm but ring symbol for the aesthetic thing : 0

aesthetic meme / open and accepting!

[goofbcll]

@noxperditus

   “Vrepit-sa.” Hunk pounded his fist close to his chest out of loyalty to his new leader. Zarkon.

[conqueror-heir]

starter for @noxperditus

“Father.” The word held a different meaning for him than it did for perhaps anyone else in the galaxy. No one else’s father was a quintessence zombie, for one thing, and he was more a tool than anything. Trained in combat to serve the Empire, banished at his parents’ whims.

But Lotor had inherited more than a little of his mother’s cunning, and knew how to keep secrets. Outwardly, he would be the obedient, cowed subordinate than the Emperor expected.

“My squadron checked out the location of the quintessence signatures that High Priestess Haggar sensed. We found nothing unusual, even with her scanners. I do not believe the Blue Lion has returned as she says.”

[pinkformourning-blog]

@noxperditus

Allura wandered a touch aimlessly through the gathered people, avoiding those that would call her over to patronize her with childish antics. Just because she was a child, did not mean she was a chiiiild. She snorted lightly just at the thought.

When she saw Zarkon, the black Paladin himself, standing amid the people, she glanced about for any who would tell her to not pester him and went over. “Lord Zarkon. Is a political marriage.... the same as an arranged marriage?” She inquired in a tone of voice not quite fit for her age. Surely, he would tell her the truth.

[galacticdemon]

@noxperditus​

As much as she has spent the last few months helping in the crusade against the Galra, Ryoko never expected to meet the man behind the Empire. That, and she hadn’t anticipated his forces being able to wear her out to this point either. Though she’s bloodied and bruised and she’s been forced to sit prostrate in front of an enormous, vile throne, the space pirate cannot help the smug, self-satisfied smirk that curls her lips.

Heh, must have been a special thorn in his forces’ side to get this special treatment. Hopefully Zarkon wasn’t the monologue-ing type and they’d get on with the real t o r t u r e. 

❝ Damn, ❞ she laughs. ❝ You really are that big in person. ❞

[willowedpaladin]

Destruction laid waste to Rygnirath --- at the very of hand of his leader FRIEND. A face he grieved not long ago stood before him, the same but different. He was forced to his knees before his companion, forced to look into those EMPTY eyes, once so full of life.

     ❝ Zarkon... We mourned you. I wept for you. We thought you were GONE what- How has this even happened ? ❞

@noxperditus // sc

[lnstinctive]

✰✧✩✰✧ @noxperditus

                                  VICTORY OR DEATH --- the mantra that played itself through Keith’s head as the Blade ghosted through the halls.

The Galra Empire might be a collection of wicked adversaries who deserved everything Voltron would bring, but Keith couldn’t disapprove of their attitude.                                           Victory or death. 

A THREAT ; a forewarning. Within the hour, Keith was certain to find either. The corridors he skirted through were within a Galra ship, a vessel the Blade’s had overtaken after catching word that Zarkon’s flagship was scheduled to make contact with the general commanding it ; the overthrow had been easy, it was breaking into the flagship that proved difficult.

With a squadron of fellow Blades did Keith find access to the main ship, slipping in through access points that had been readily guarded. Laser blasts greeted them, the group splitting to find cover. Within the frenzy, Keith found the opportunity to slip away. The rest of the Blades could handle the soldiers, Keith was going for the head.

                 Their first encounter was dissatisfying ;                                a VICTOR was to be had.

EVENTUALLY Keith found himself coming upon a set of doors, and with a distinct lack of hesitation he pushed his way through---whatever was to be found on the other side, he was EAGER for. The craving for a FIGHT was burning within him, his fingers alight with sparks as he reached for the dagger tucked against his back.

That flame flickered with disappointment as the doors opened, revealing a long walk-way in a room surrounded by stars, the universe on display through the glass that surrounded them---what Zarkon was aiming to RULE, and what Keith was fighting to SAVE.

               The mask Keith wore alerted him to another presence in the room, but the readings were off, like it couldn’t quite figure whether it was ALIVE or not. Finding distractions in the screens before his eyes, Keith deactivated the mask, earning the chance to see for himself the imposing suit of armor across the walkway.

That fire FLARED to life within him, CERTAINTY born within the flame - he had no doubts towards who was within, something for which caused his gut to tighten with anticipation. Silent as a whisper, his blade was pulled from it’s sheath ;

                                                     “ I want a rematch. ”

                                                                                                              VICTORY or DEATH.