The Galra Boy [discontinued?]

Lotor's Bad Morning

Lotor awoke with a dull pain radiating from his forehead, and found himself in the back of an alleyway. The night prior, he'd given himself one objective: to get royally fucked up without anyone recognizing him as Galran royalty. He'd managed to do just that with the help of Arborian fermented nectar; galactically famous for its sweet, delicate flavor, and its ability to knock out a grown Balmarin. Arborian breweries did not cut corners.

He made a silent vow of temperance as he trudged back to his ship, which he had, regretfully, parked a mile away from the festival, deep in the forest, to avoid being seen.

"Quiznack..." he groaned, "what in frell happened last night...?"

He spent the next varga stumbling about the forest. The trees stretched higher than skyscrapers, their mighty limbs reaching up to the twin suns and intertwined, creating what seemed like a never ending cathedral of emerald. It was very disorienting, and Lotor absolutely despised it.

"Ugh, why is everything so... green? Which way is the-AUGH!" He stumbled on a huge fallen branch, and landed directly into a marshy puddle. As he crawled out of it, he heard a snicker coming from above. He looked up at its source; a crow-like creature perched upon a shrub. It tilted its head and focused two of its four eyes on Lotor.

"Cra-boah! Cra cra cra!" It screeched, which couldn't possibly be translated to English, Galran, or Altean, but was in fact quite a fowl-mouthed insult. Lotor did not know this, but still found the creature annoying.

"Why did I come here...?" He murmured to himself.

When he finally reached his ship, he was a mess. Upon entering, he pulled out the nearest first aid kit and administered two doses of pain medicine. He gulped down some water, flopped into the captains seat and sighed. Finally, he could rest his eyes for a moment. Without visual stimuli, his thoughts wandered back to the night prior.

Hadn't there been... another galran there? His inner monologue asked. Lazily, he broadcasted the pictures he had taken on his main screen. The most recent picture taken was... oh.

Lotor groaned as he swiped past many poorly taken pictures of himself having a bit too much fun late in the night. If anyone saw these, my reputation would be ruined.

When he at last reached the pictures he had taken in sobriety, it wasn't long before he found what he was looking for. He'd managed to get some decent shots of the galra boy. The more he looked, though, the stranger they seemed to become.

First of all, his companion was none other than the Blue Paladin of Voltron. What in the stars was a galran doing with a paladin? Secondly, the galran boy's jet black hair, paired with his light lilac skin; many galrans had dark purple hair, but hardly any had jet black hair. Those who did would most likely have dark skin as well. No, light skin and dark hair was a far more... human trait.

Wait, what am I thinking? Lotor asked himself. How could that be possible? It's true that an altean and galran can have viable children together, but... a galran and a human? The thought made Lotor's head spin. This requires further study.

A.N. Sorry for the short chapter, everyone!