Voltron/Transformers Crossover

The Pods

*Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story are personally mine. These characters come from their own canon, Voltron and Transformers. The plot and writing is mine though. Enjoy! :) 

"Lotor!" Lotor sprinted up the stairs of his father's dramatic throne, kneeling down one knee once he reached a slight platform. He bent his head down, his hand scuffing the short trimmed red carpet that split the stairs.

"What is it, Father?" Lotor asked, slightly annoyed.

"Have you and Haggar been up to mischief again?" Zarkon asked, from his slouched position on his throne. In Lotor's mind, it was a miracle that his crown was still sitting atop his head.

"No, father. Not recently, though there have been some new_"

"I don't care!" Zarkon interrupted. "I just want to know what is floating around outside our ship." Zarkon pointed to the wall near his throne. Lotor, confused, walked down the stairs to get a glance out into the dark abyss of space.

Giant, strange objects floated through the dark, plated in reflective metal. They were harder to see, as the stars only allowed for minimal light. Lotor had to squint his eyes in order to only partly see the purple symbol that was molded onto the pods' fronts.

"They look like escape pods, Father. Nothing to worry about." Lotor excused, turning away from the dull pieces of metal. He leaned against the cold glass, the freezing temperatures a grounding feeling through his armor.

Haggar's alien feline friend hissed in protest, their eyes lighting up bright blue.

"Kitty senses a form of life in those metal boxes, Lord Zarkon. They might be of use to us, and our mission to destroy Voltron." Haggar chuckled evilly, her mischievous, yellow eyes peering out from beneath her hood.

Zarkon hummed in thought. Lotor glared at his father impatiently, his hands beginning to clench into tight fists.

"Bring our guests in. I want to see if they will be of use to us as allies, or as slaves." A few robotic soldiers headed out to retrieve the giant metal containers. Zarkon's attention turned back to Lotor, who was still standing against the window.

"I want you, my son, to be in charge of this. Do not fail me."

Lotor bowed to his father. "I will not fail you, Father." The prince speed-walked out of the throne room, a slight eagerness building to see his new guests. The metaphorical moths fluttering around in his stomach continued flapping their wings as he walked toward his troops who were struggling to load the large pods onto the ship.

He stood against a nearby wall, his arms crossed. Lotor watched as his robot slaves worked tirelessly, a muffled chatter spreading amongst themselves. The moths' wings started to decay and shrink, as impatience crept up on him.

"You weak fools, try harder! Lord Zarkon wants to meet his guests now!" Lotor commanded, his hand now impatiently tapping on the hilt of his sword. The moths turned into impatient bees, buzzing with angry energy.

Soon enough the energy boiled over.

Lotor slashed at one robot slave with his sword. A startled, pained screech echoed from its vocal components before its head slid off its neck onto the ground. Lotor kicked the head, and laughed as it hit another hard-working slave in the head, knocking it to the ground.

"Work faster, and let this one be a demonstration." Lotor watched as the bots frantically worked; hauling out large magnets and dropping them into the abyss, the magnets working like worms to catch fish.

Soon enough, the pods were all hauled into the ship. Lotor walked in between the pods, running a gracefully threatening hand along the metal. It was cool and reminded Lotor of winters on Doom planet.

The way the metal outside of Doom Castle felt when the weather outside was brisk and chilled. How the cold caused your skin to be chilled to the bone. How the clouds turned almost black, glowing with flickering white lightning. Lotor remembered that he used to imagine fight scenes with Voltron, using the lightning as the sound of ammo, and the thunder as the dying sound of Voltron's lions.

Falling either into his control or to their ends for the final time. That was how things were supposed to end, but Voltron got the upper hand by destroying planet Doom, blowing it to cosmic dust and taking the human slaves with them.

Lotor pushed the nostalgic and painful memories to the back of his mind. The pods suddenly started to fold outward strangely. The mangled cries of slaves erupted as some didn't move out of the way in time before the transforming pieces of metal crushed them.

Lotor sprinted to the edge of the row of pods, barely managing to roll out of the way before the last platform folded out onto the floor. His jaw nearly dropped when he looked up, dusting his armor with his purple hand. 

A light gray robot, with the same purple logo from the pod plastered on his chest, stepped down from the pod. An evil grin spread across his face, his glowing red eyes glaring down at Lotor like one of Haggar's mighty robeasts.