Anyone else wouldn't have survived the ordeal that is Zarkon and Haggar, with their vicious cruelty and savage machinations -- much less Lotor, who is easily even more cruel than the both of them combined, perhaps. His half-brother just pretends to be better.
Keith survives, with every day he knows danger is drawing closer. With every day he is closer to fighting for the throne, because while Zarkon has lived for thousands of years he is not quite immortal. Keith shares little of the cruel ambitions of his father and brother, even if he's inherited the savagery, the bloodthirsty ferocity of their species. He is his own man, even though he understands that he must read carefully if he wishes to see the next day. Tread carefully he does, until he realises he's inherited his father's gift for flying, transcending even the loftiest expectations.
Keith is the slightly better son over Lotor, although there is still little love lost between father and sons. At least, it's better enough that Zarkon dictates that the Champion trains him (victory, or death). He is to surpass this man or be thrown to the wolves, and Keith, half-wondering what Zarkon could possibly have in store for him, turns up at the appointed, scheduled time, registering the Champion's presence.
Shiro, he is told he's named -- and he still looks as imposing and powerful as he had in the arena. This man is strong, fast, and clever -- it's a pity that he's locked up in here instead of freed, and again he feels a strange twist of restlessness, a reminder that none of this is right. The Galra might be a warlike species, but they are proud warriors, and by their natures they were not cruel.
Now, it seems, Zarkon is corrupting the natures of so very many of them, conquering worlds for no real reason other than greed. He enters now, entirely nondescript in a pair of black pants and a matching top. ]
You're Takashi Shirogane. They call you the Champion.
[ He says in turn, because it must be obvious, isn't it? Keith's the only one here, and no one else is coming in after him. He's soft-spoken, carrying none of the arrogant swagger of Zarkon or Lotor -- if not for the purple-blue eyes and his unmistakably regal gait, he might not even have been related to the Emperor at all. ]
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Anyone else wouldn't have survived the ordeal that is Zarkon and Haggar, with their vicious cruelty and savage machinations -- much less Lotor, who is easily even more cruel than the both of them combined, perhaps. His half-brother just pretends to be better.
Keith survives, with every day he knows danger is drawing closer. With every day he is closer to fighting for the throne, because while Zarkon has lived for thousands of years he is not quite immortal. Keith shares little of the cruel ambitions of his father and brother, even if he's inherited the savagery, the bloodthirsty ferocity of their species. He is his own man, even though he understands that he must read carefully if he wishes to see the next day. Tread carefully he does, until he realises he's inherited his father's gift for flying, transcending even the loftiest expectations.
Keith is the slightly better son over Lotor, although there is still little love lost between father and sons. At least, it's better enough that Zarkon dictates that the Champion trains him (victory, or death). He is to surpass this man or be thrown to the wolves, and Keith, half-wondering what Zarkon could possibly have in store for him, turns up at the appointed, scheduled time, registering the Champion's presence.
Shiro, he is told he's named -- and he still looks as imposing and powerful as he had in the arena. This man is strong, fast, and clever -- it's a pity that he's locked up in here instead of freed, and again he feels a strange twist of restlessness, a reminder that none of this is right. The Galra might be a warlike species, but they are proud warriors, and by their natures they were not cruel.
Now, it seems, Zarkon is corrupting the natures of so very many of them, conquering worlds for no real reason other than greed. He enters now, entirely nondescript in a pair of black pants and a matching top. ]
You're Takashi Shirogane. They call you the Champion.
[ He says in turn, because it must be obvious, isn't it? Keith's the only one here, and no one else is coming in after him. He's soft-spoken, carrying none of the arrogant swagger of Zarkon or Lotor -- if not for the purple-blue eyes and his unmistakably regal gait, he might not even have been related to the Emperor at all. ]
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