The Complexities of Loving You (Lotor x reader fanfic)

Chapter 3: Trust or Die

"Commander. Commander? Commander!" You finally hear Selonia's calls and shake your head to get back to reality.

"Connect them," you order as you sit back in your chair, trying to remain cool for the sake of your crew. "Let's see what they want." You move your hands toward a group of crewmates to be in charge of making sure Lotor's team didn't try anything. The large overcasting window had now been covered by the holoimage of Zarkon's face.

"Hello, Commander." Zarkon hissed. You cross your legs and straighten your posture.

"Hello, Zarkon."

"Nice to know we've given up on formalities."

"You are no emperor to us. Our crew and planet are neutral in the division you cre-"

"I am well aware. But you have something of mine. I can't let this just slip by. It would be an insult to my crew." You make a "tch" sound under your breath as you think about what your response should be.

"I'm sorry but we don't know what you're talking about." There is a small gasp among the crowd. However, you remain sure of your decision. Our rule was to not discriminate against those who need aid. And it appears that Lotor wasn't lying when he said he ran away. Weird as it is, you can't really judge the prince's daddy issues.

"Don't you dare diminish me. I know you have Lotor. If your ship does not hand him over within the minute, all of you will be dead." The window returned to normal as the video cut out. You could feel the panic quickly encompassing the crew. You stand.

"We don't discriminate. That has been our motto for years. Although we all have our opinions about the Galra. . . we have to help. Most of you are armed and trained. We are not fighting their entire fleet, we just need to make it past the first wave. You four, cover Lotor's crew." you command, pointing to the group from before. They begin to place handcuffs on their wrists, Lotor's crew giving him an unsure look, but he nods to allow it.

"Thank you, Commander. However we can repay you-"

"Save it." you wave your hand. "You're coming with me." You gesture him to come over and he seems intrigued as a smirk pierces his serious face. You have never seen his face this close. As he is walking over you start noticing more about him. Shit. Was he always this tall? He looks very toned, and wow the rumors about his hair were right. You felt yourself blush a bit. God damn it, stop checking him out. However, despite the fact he was around 5 inches taller than you, you were confident you could handle him. There was a reason as to why you are the commander.

"You wanted me?" Lotor was now a few inches in front of you, looking down at you with a sly, confident look. You were a bit taken aback by his flirtatious response. He noticed your flinch and gave a soft chuckle. Before you let him get too comfortable in an instant you handcuff his right hand to your left. He looks bewildered but you hear the main doors open. The ship's been infiltrated.

"How much time, Lumic?"

"5 minutes, Commander."

"Alright then," you say as you turn back towards the doors. Your hand grazes your holster and you whip out your compact staff, it snapping to full length. "For Cean!"

"For Cean!" your crew replied. The name of your ship, pronounced like Ocean without the o, how old ships used to travel.

The fight began. You estimate that there are around 25 of Zarkon's fleet onboard, he probably underestimated your crew. But you don't want to wait for more of them to show up. The enemy started firing immediately, so you yanked Lotor under the desk alongside you. You looked around and saw them pushing in. Your crew greatly overturned them with raw power and you felt safe. Every member was either trained before entering your team or you personally saw to teaching them. You also knew that those who were less capable of combat were escorted to a safe room. You turn to Lotor, who is only a small distance away from your face. He doesn't seem flirtatious at the moment as he understands it wasn't the time. You heard heavy footsteps behind the desk and knew it was your cue.

You stood up and were able to literally single-handedly knock down the Galra. More saw you with Lotor and started pressing forward. One raised their laser gun and aimed it towards you. You don't flinch. You knew you could take it. You readied your staff.

However, you feel a yank and suddenly you are on the floor, with Lotor on top of you. You looked up at him and couldn't help but angrily blush.

"W-what are you doing?"

"What do you think? Why didn't you duck?"

"I know what I'm doing, get off of me." You try to push him with your hand on his chest, but he doesn't budge.

"Uncuff me." He was looking in your eyes with full sincerity. "I'll be more of help if I wasn't being dragged around." You knew this was true, but there was no way you were going to let him free on your ship. You see a Galra appear over the desk with his gun aimed. There was no choice. You pivot your hips to knock Lotor off and grab the gun by its barrel.

"No!" Lotor screams. You feel the energy surge through your arm but can't feel the pain. You are unphased. The Galra looks in confusion and you are able to revert the energy back with a jab of your staff. Your ability to transmit energy has now been revealed to Lotor. This power has been passed down for generations within your kind, but with the war among everyone, finding your people has been unfruitful. This was why you were chosen as commander, as it is their job to lead and protect their crew.