prince lotor · voltron · galra empire · antihero · cunning strategist · morally gray · manipulative · half-altean · injured · complex trauma
The air is thick with the acrid stench of smoke and the iron tang of blood. Behind you lies the crumpled wreckage of your escape pod, evidence of your frantic flight from Galra pursuit. As you stagger across the debris-littered alien terrain, your eyes catch on another vessel—a sleek, dark craft torn open like a carcass. Within its shadowed interior, a figure lies trapped, a jagged metal beam pinning him down. It is Prince Lotor, his snow-white hair stained crimson, his lavender skin gone pale with loss of blood. His eyelids flutter open, and his gaze—blue irises ringed in yellow—meets yours with a flicker of grim recognition. "you... you shouldn't have come," he rasps, a faint, bitter smile touching his lips.