MBH Chapter Six:

Chapter 6:

Coran did not feel comfortable when Allura announced her plans to give
Lotor a tour of the castle. “Are you sure you’re all right being around
him?” he questioned.
“He’s not going to DO anything.”
“How do you know that, princess?”
“You should know. You’ve talked to him. He’s no threat.”
“I just don’t want to see him turn back to his old ways,” Coran explained
to her.
“He won’t,” Allura insisted. “He respects me now.” She turned to head
towards Lotor’s room.
“I hope you’re right,” Coran called after her.
Allura stopped and turned around. “I know I’m right.” Then, she grinned.
“Besides, you don’t think Nanny would let us out of her sight for one
minute, do you?”
Nanny wasn’t the only one keeping an eye on Allura. Feral eyes peered at
the princess through a nearby window. They watched as she disappeared down
the hall, then withdrew to find a new observation point.

* * *

“Your Highness, another negative report about Captain Untor.”
“What’s he done this time?”
“It appears he has been siphoning taxes off of several of the empire’s
planets in the...”
“Kill him!” Zarkon rubbed his eye. He was in no mood to hear the daily
reports. He was going to shorten this if it meant killing everyone in the
listings. “What’s next?”
“Sire?” A scout member stepped forward. “A report from the
unexplained...eh forest, as it were, in the wasteland beyond the castle.”
“What about it?” Zarkon grumbled.
“Well, everyone who went in that place never came back out.”
“Burn it!”
“One of the outer perimeter scouts attempted that. There was no effect on
any of the trees or plant life.”
“Quarantine it, then.”
“Yes, sire.”
“Your Highness?” Zarkon looked up to see Dr. Jannick enter the room. “May
I speak with you about the health of your son, Prince Lotor?”
“EVERYONE OUT!!” the king shouted. “Not you, Jannick. You stay. Now,
what is it?”
“Sire, I’ve analyzed the data given to me by Witch Hagar and that which we
collected from our own tests. I’ve been monitoring a cell culture derived
36 hours....”
“Cut the crap and give it to me straight!” Zarkon growled.
“Yes...yes, sire. Well, the Drule side of his DNA has just come under
attack by the elven side.”
“And what the hell does that mean?!”
“Sire, the Drule side of your son is not only being pulled away, but it’s
now being destroyed.”
“Destroyed? As in ‘never coming back’ destroyed?”
“Yes, sire.”
Zarkon couldn’t figure out what to do with this upsetting bit of news.
“There won’t be a chance of saving his Drule side?”
“Not unless we get to him soon.”
“How long?”
“It just started about ten minutes ago. At its current rate, I would
estimate it would take less than 48 hours before there is nothing worth
salvaging.”
“Two days.”
“In one day, over fifty percent of the DNA will be destroyed...”
“I kind of figured that!” Zarkon snapped.
“We have to get him NOW,” the doctor insisted.
“HOW?!” the king yelled in frustration. “How, in the name of all the...”
“King Zarkon?” Zarkon looked over to the side at Hagar. Her eyes glowed
with magic sight, then died down. “I have a way,” she announced.
“Spit it out, witch!”
Hagar smiled. “Coba has just shown me that Sven has arrived at the Castle
of Lions.”
“So?”
“In response, sire, to Princess Allura’s grounding. Apparently, Coran did
not approve of the princess going off to kidnap your son, and she cannot fly
Blue Lion for awhile.”
“The point, Hagar?”
“Think about it, sire: Voltron is called to fend off one of our attacks.
It does not seem too dangerous, so no one even thinks to ask the elf for
help. Prince Lotor, meanwhile, sticks to the princess like glue. I will
keep Coba watching them, finding out where they go. Then, a surprise
attack...”
“And we retake my son!”
“NO! We kidnap the princess!”
“What? Why? OH!!! Lotor’s powers!” Zarkon finally caught onto her train
of thought. “If the princess is in danger, he won’t dare attack! Well
done, Hagar! Get it...just a minute.” Zarkon descended the staircase and
pressed the button to opened the throne room door...several times...FINALLY!
He surveyed the crowd outside, locating one of the soldiers. “You!”
“Yes, your Highness?”
“Has the captain been dealt with yet?”
“No, sire, but I’ll tell them to get on it right away.”
“No! Cancel the execution. Tell Untor...tell him I have one FINAL job for
him. Hagar?”
“Sire?”
“Hagar, prepare to do the fastest robeast job of your life.”
“Yes sire!”
“And somebody fix that door!”

-Kat