Voltron/Transformers Crossover

An Evil Meeting

Lotor noticed a large, black canon attached to the bot's left arm, ready for use. One of his hands went to his sword, ready to give a fight.

"Who are you?" Lotor asked, suspicious. The prince could feel his hand clench over the hilt, his eyes scanning for wires and gaps in the silver armor. 

"I am Megatron, leader of the Decepticons. And you are?" A dim flash of deceptive curiosity flashed across the bot's eyes. The voice was ruff, like multiple voices screeching in a cave. Lotor did his best to ignore the goosebumps that littered his arms and shoulders; the shivers that crawled around and through his body. 

"Lotor, son of Lord Zarkon. My father wants to meet you all immediately."

"I don't trust him!" A high pitched, half-scratchy voice said from behind the leader. A winged Decepticon with a dark gray face and the same red eyes glided over to stand near Megatron. His body was mainly white, with red and blue accents on his wings, arms and legs.

"I say we destroy him and take this ship as our own." The bot cracked his "knuckles", stepping forward to the leader's side. Lotor thought he could see the bot almost drooling with lust for the power of his father's ship. 

"No, Starscream, you fool!" A broad arm pushed the winged mech back a few steps. "These peasants might be the key to destroying our enemies." Megatron growled, a slight evil cackle terrorizing the air for a split second, as the air seemed to freeze, stunned.

"Lord Zarkon has other plans, as the paladins of Voltron have destroyed our planet. Now we wish to destroy them, with you as our allies." Lotor exclaimed confidently. A few more Decepticons gathered around, but Lotor stayed focused on the leader...and his mischievous right-hand man.

"Allies? We don't need them. They will only slow us down, unless the mighty Megatron is too scared of...Optimus Prime." Starscream's optics widened as Megatron snarled at the hint of weakness.

"You scoundrel, Starscream!" Megatron's hand was two inches away from strangling Starscream when a voice made the leader's head turn, distractedly. He felt a growl grow in his throat, and a mighty rage building in his chest, flowing through his arms, into his fists like poison.

"Sir, Prince Lotor!" A robot slave ran to Lotor, his bright yellow optics widening with a shocking discovery. It was such that it needed to be reported, or he feared that he might short-circuit if he kept it in any longer.

"What is it, you fool?" Lotor snapped, trying to restrain himself from ripping the bot's body in half. It was a tempting image; one that might come true sooner than later.

"A pod still hasn't opened."

Megatron stepped toward the bot, bent down, and grabbed the bot by the neck. He lifted the bot up, as the slave struggled with the black, metallic servo.

"Where is this pod?" Megatron's eyes once again flashed with an evil glee, as the soldier stopped struggling, pointing in the direction of the pod. Megatron dropped the soldier, stalking in the direction pointed out. Lotor slightly cringed as the slave let out a heart wrenching cry as he was crushed under Megatron's step.