Unique technology and the way different species got around the limitations of their planet's particular environment have always deeply interested Lotor. It was a shame that in his own universe his own people were more likely to harvest only the most rudimentary aspects of these cultures and cull the rest. The metal steps groan softly with each step the Galra prince takes down the rickety and (quite plainly, by the rust and missing steps) old stairway. The mist below whips up in a storm, swirls of purple and green amongst the overwhelming beige; a very good reminder to watch each step lest the wind lift him off the side of the island to the dark below.
In comparison this is hardly the most dangerous thing he's done, but each step is thrilling all the same. It might be a bit vain of him to think it, but having spent 10,000 years in his universe there was little that still proved of interest and mystery. Having to start back at block one, with none of the resources he had taken so miserably for granted, was proving as thrilling as it was frustrating. Digging into the source of these island's ability to remain upright despite the intense gravity of this gas planet may prove useful in the future.
The next step groans a little more than Lotor likes, and he is quick to abandon it despite the risks of taking the next three so quickly. Three become ten as the steps crumble behind him, and a curse bubbles up behind his teeth as he makes the only choice; proceed forward or die. A light just ahead catches his eye, even as the mist gets denser, and he darts to the left off one step, cutting into a small space that, surprisingly, is already occupied. The gravity is different in here, and he digs in his heels to try to keep from ramming into the other person, catching one arm on a console just a moment too late to keep from nearly knocking the other person over.
"My apologies," Lotor straightens, frowning as he looks over his shoulder at the whirlwind outside, the mouth of the passage way crumbling along with the majority of the stairway. "...On multiple fronts."
02 - Construction
Defeating the monster that is constantly terrorizing this planet is a good distraction from the obvious pressing issue of being so far from his empire that there was no reigning in the scattered, tumultuous factions of his people. For as far as he could possibly imagine, there was nothing but disaster waiting for him if he was capable of returning, his ships, his plans, the universe he knew.... what would be left of it when he returned?
Lotor rests his chin in his hand, frowning at the shuttle in front of him. Engineering was not outside his scope of understanding, but that was in a universe where the technology was familiar and responded easily. The learning curve for this planet's resources was frustratingly steep, especially with the deadline being 'as soon as possible'. There's a sound in the distance, and Lotor turns from his place cross legged on the floor, papers with different blueprints and calculations written on them scattered around him, to face his crewmate who just entered. There was simply no way for any goal to be accomplished in this universe without assistance, and as such the Galra prince puts on his most amiable voice, rising to meet them.
Lotor | Voltron: Legendary Defender
Unique technology and the way different species got around the limitations of their planet's particular environment have always deeply interested Lotor. It was a shame that in his own universe his own people were more likely to harvest only the most rudimentary aspects of these cultures and cull the rest. The metal steps groan softly with each step the Galra prince takes down the rickety and (quite plainly, by the rust and missing steps) old stairway. The mist below whips up in a storm, swirls of purple and green amongst the overwhelming beige; a very good reminder to watch each step lest the wind lift him off the side of the island to the dark below.
In comparison this is hardly the most dangerous thing he's done, but each step is thrilling all the same. It might be a bit vain of him to think it, but having spent 10,000 years in his universe there was little that still proved of interest and mystery. Having to start back at block one, with none of the resources he had taken so miserably for granted, was proving as thrilling as it was frustrating. Digging into the source of these island's ability to remain upright despite the intense gravity of this gas planet may prove useful in the future.
The next step groans a little more than Lotor likes, and he is quick to abandon it despite the risks of taking the next three so quickly. Three become ten as the steps crumble behind him, and a curse bubbles up behind his teeth as he makes the only choice; proceed forward or die. A light just ahead catches his eye, even as the mist gets denser, and he darts to the left off one step, cutting into a small space that, surprisingly, is already occupied. The gravity is different in here, and he digs in his heels to try to keep from ramming into the other person, catching one arm on a console just a moment too late to keep from nearly knocking the other person over.
"My apologies," Lotor straightens, frowning as he looks over his shoulder at the whirlwind outside, the mouth of the passage way crumbling along with the majority of the stairway. "...On multiple fronts."
02 - Construction
Defeating the monster that is constantly terrorizing this planet is a good distraction from the obvious pressing issue of being so far from his empire that there was no reigning in the scattered, tumultuous factions of his people. For as far as he could possibly imagine, there was nothing but disaster waiting for him if he was capable of returning, his ships, his plans, the universe he knew.... what would be left of it when he returned?
Lotor rests his chin in his hand, frowning at the shuttle in front of him. Engineering was not outside his scope of understanding, but that was in a universe where the technology was familiar and responded easily. The learning curve for this planet's resources was frustratingly steep, especially with the deadline being 'as soon as possible'. There's a sound in the distance, and Lotor turns from his place cross legged on the floor, papers with different blueprints and calculations written on them scattered around him, to face his crewmate who just entered. There was simply no way for any goal to be accomplished in this universe without assistance, and as such the Galra prince puts on his most amiable voice, rising to meet them.
"Welcome back, were you able to locate the part?"
03 - WILDCARD
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