[ in previous experiences with the rift . . . the white lion did not hurt allura, but what's to same illusions can't kill here? lotor wasn't welcome in the empire, until zarkon was killed. and he has no idea what could be waiting down one of these hallways . . . particularly if zarkon is still alive.
lotor finally lets go of allura's hand, moving toward one of the screens, touching his palm to it experimentally. it reads his palm, and pulls up his information . . . curious, as lotor quickly runs a search through the systems on years, dates, places in the galaxy where they could be . . . ]
Central Command. [ he murmurs to himself, scrolling through a list of officers, before he bypasses a security protocol and opens a log of repair. checking the date, lotor's brow furrows, thinking. ] The date is of little significance to me. I was a child.
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[ in previous experiences with the rift . . . the white lion did not hurt allura, but what's to same illusions can't kill here? lotor wasn't welcome in the empire, until zarkon was killed. and he has no idea what could be waiting down one of these hallways . . . particularly if zarkon is still alive.
lotor finally lets go of allura's hand, moving toward one of the screens, touching his palm to it experimentally. it reads his palm, and pulls up his information . . . curious, as lotor quickly runs a search through the systems on years, dates, places in the galaxy where they could be . . . ]
Central Command. [ he murmurs to himself, scrolling through a list of officers, before he bypasses a security protocol and opens a log of repair. checking the date, lotor's brow furrows, thinking. ] The date is of little significance to me. I was a child.
[ like . . . eight thousand years ago . . . ]