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Princess Alarria. Princess of the Galra Empire and daughter of Emperor Zarkon and Honerva or now known as Haggar.

When she regained her memories all she felt was disgust. She hated the fact that her parents had locked her in a cryo-pod for 10,000 decaphoebs just so they could experiment on her.

She used to look like her mother. They had the same tan skin and dark grey hair. Now she was pale, probably due to staying in the cryo-pod and the, and her hair had turned into the same shade of pearly white as her mother's hair did.

She sat in her room pacing. Where was her brother. Then someone came in, "your Highness I am Zear your personal guard". It was one of her father's generals.

"It is lovely to meet you", she replies emotionless. Just another hit to her non-existent freedom.

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It had only been a spicolian movement since her wake but her mother had started "training" her. This training included hours of practicing her new skills. Magic which she had gotten from the quintessence that her body had absorbed.

The training was no joke. Actually it was rather painful. She would be forced to practice for hours. The only comfort she had was Zear, her personal guard.

In the small amount of time they had spent together he already seemed more fatherly to her than her own father had ever been.

One night after her training she was walking around the ship when she heard one of her father's other generals speaking to a few guards.

"Zear is a traitor, he's been helping the Marmora. The Emperor Zarkon wants him to be disposed of"

She was shocked, who were these Marmora people they spoke of. She quickly turned around and headed straight to her room.

There she saw Zear waiting for her with a panicked face. "Princess I don't have much time, but I wanted to give you this", he says in a hushed voice. He pulled out a blade. It had a strange glowing mark on its hilt.

"What is it?", she asked confused. "This blade shall be your guide, find the Marmora they will know what to do, look for them where stars shine their brightest", then the doors to her room opened and walked in her mother, her druids, and a few guards.

Alarria quickly hides the blade. Zear looks to her. "It has been an honor serving you princess, may you lead the empire to a better tomorrow. Vrepit Sa", then he is taken away by the guards.

Alarria looks at her mother timidly. Trying to mask her fear. "You must rest Alarria", her mother commands before she and her druids leave.

Alarria then takes the blade out. It was interesting to say the least. She's never seen anything like it.

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It's been a few spicolian movements since Zear's disposal. Alarria continued to train under her mother, trying to keep a strong facade.

She was waiting for an opportunity to escape. Her father had been more irritable as quintants passed.

He sensed that something was amiss. Though her father was happy with her progress in training.

He looked at her the same way he looked at a weapon he could use to take over the universe. She was sick and tired of it. First they put her to sleep for 10,000 decaphoebs, experimented on her to the point she could barely recognize herself, and is now making her into a weapon they could use against the universe.

She had been finding a way to escape. Memorizing the ships interior. She figured that a big enough distraction could cause her parents to not focus on her and that would give her a chance to escape.

The quintant finally came. That day she had been excused from her training deciding to walk around the ship. Then she heard how the guards talked about intruders on the ship.

Finally she could escape this place. She ran to her room packing a few of her belongings. Clothes, shoes, and the blade Zear had given her. She changed into her training clothes which were a pair of black pants, a black long sleeve shirt, and boots. Then she put on a black cloak similar to the ones her mother's druids wore.

She quickly made her way to the hanger where the fighters were being kept. There were a lot of guards that day, it might be due to the intruders.

She snuck past them to one of the fighters. She got in without any of the guards noticing.

She waits for the right time. Then she powers the fighter lifting it from the ground. She directs it towards the exit. The guards point their blasters at her firing at the fighter.

She quickly flies the ship forward as the doors open. She puts it in hyperdrive.

She did it, she got away.

She finally escaped.

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