The Galra Boy [discontinued?]

Lotor's Mad Scientist Shenanigans

[Disclaimer, this is kind of a shitpost at this point for writing practice. This chapter also features an OC.]

Lotor paced back and forth across his lab at an alarming pace; in fact, the poor intern assigned as his lab assistant that day would describe it as full-blown power-walking. As he did so, he muttered to himself, much too quietly for Vesper the Lab Assistant to understand. They didn't need to know what he was saying to see that the gears in his head were running much too quickly though, and most likely overheating. Something had to be done about this.

"Ahem," they fake-coughed.

"Ah! Vesper-!" Finally, Lotor noticed their presence, as he stumbled back from the shock. "Where in cosmos did you come from??"

"You said you wanted to see me? I've been standing here for nearly a half varga, sir." They sighed.

"Oh." Now that Lotar was standing still, his exhaustion caught up to him, and his train of thought lost its momentum. He stared at Vesper, suddenly at a loss for words.

Silence filled the room for a moment.

...and then another....

And then....

"Are you in need of any assistance?" asked Vesper, a tone of exasperation leaking into their words despite themselves.

"Uhhh..." he groaned as he forced himself to think again, "would you.... get me a cup of tea please? I've got the worst hangover and every time I stand still it hits me like a-"

"Beverages are prohibited in the laboratories, sir, due to risk of contaminating experiments, accidental poisoning of persons, and-"

"Triggering unsafe chemical reactions- I KNOW- I knowwwww....." Lotor sighed; usually, it was him reinforcing lab safety requirements, but he was too tired and hungover to care today. "But it's fine, it's fine, Vesper." He pressed his hands together and pointed over at them. "We're not doing a lab test today."

"Why are we in the lab, then?" They asked with a lifted brow.

"BECAUSE- uuugh. I need to discuss a new hypothesis with you."

"Ah. To what hypothesis are you referring?"

"No- no, can't do talking yet, stimulants first."

"Well, I can't obtain the correct stimulants until they are identified, sir."

"You know that one tea... ugh- from that one planet,, that has a high amount of that one mildly psychoactive chemical?"

"Do you have any idea just how little that narrows it down?"

"Uhhhgh, the plant produces... what's it called- caffeine?"

One cup of tea later, and he was finally ready to discuss his thoughts.

"Okay, so, I was at that festival on Arboria yesterday, right?"

"That would explain the hangover sir. By the way, what's that mark on your neck?"

"EEP-" he slapped a hand over the purple hickie and shuffled his long hair to cover it. "Never mind that-! Anyways, before any of that happened, I saw someone."

"I'm sure there were many someone's there. It's a festival after all-"

"Vesper I swear to the fucking powers that be- ugh. It wasn't just anyone. Look-!" He retrieved his tablet and opened his image files.

Vespers cheeks turned a slight shade darker. "Ah- that- that's a very handsome Arborian, sir-"

"COSMOS FUCKING DAMN IT NOT THAT-" he swiped furiously until he found the correct image. "There. That guy. Do you recognize him?"

Vesper squinted as they investigated the unwitting subjects of the photo. "If my memory is correct, the one dressed in blue appears to be the one of Paladins of Voltron."

"Oh never mind him, look at the man accompanying him! Dressed in red, with black hair?"

Vesper tilted their head in confusion. "I recognize the one in blue," they paused, contemplating, "His companion, though, is unfamiliar to me."

"Well, you don't need to know who he is to recognize he's galran, right?"

"...Is he?" Vespers voice trailed off as they scanned the young mans features. Yes, he had many traits similar to Galrans; purple skin, pointed ears, sharp teeth, and golden eyes, but something was... off about each of them. His skin tone was a gentle, almost pastel shade of purple; and his ears, rather than the large, fluffy, and dexterous ones of a typical Galran, his were hairless and much smaller, nearly hidden by his long black hair, save their pointed corners. Though all this was noteworthy to Vesper, what stood out most to them were his eyes. There was a warmth to them; like gold ore in sunlight, accompanied by a twinkle of mischievousness; one that strangely reminded Vesper of Lotor himself, though they would never admit to it.

"Don't you think he's-"

"Yes... He does look quite beautiful, sir, but I wouldn't advise pursuing an individual who is associated with our sworn enemy."

"What...? Vesper- oh my stars- I will personally throw you into the nearest sun if you don't get your head out of the damn gutter."

"Well! Forgive me for assuming, Lotor, but if that is not the reason you took this picture, then for what purpose was it taken?"

"Just-! Look at him! He kind of looks galran, but at the same time he also looks human! I think... I think he's both! The same way I'm both galran and altean!"

Ah, so this is about Lotors ongoing identity crisis, Vesper thought to themself. They knew better than to say that out loud, though, considering Lotor was already annoyed with them. "I see..." they said thoughtfully. "What do you suggest we do, then?"

"We need to sample his DNA. I need to know what his genetics consist of. If he's part Altean, this could provide so much data about hybrids like myself, and if not..." He paused, considering all the possibilities. "Then it could lead to even more discoveries!" His eyes were bright with scientific curiosity. "This could be the start of something incredible!"

(...Idk where I'm going with this. Lotor isn't evil in this fic btw, he just happens to be on the opposing side of our heroes. Mostly he's just a nerd fucking around and finding out.)