He stood on the barren waste land that use to be a planet, taking note of everything that was spread out in front of him.The atmosphere of the planet didn't have enough air to support him without his helmet on constantly. The ground held no vegetation, just the occasional dust that would be picked up by the weak winds.

It was depressing that at one point that the Galra used to live on the planet, Daibazaal and it was able to support them. In fact for a short time as he was reminded from Hagger, Lotor use to lived on this barren planet as well. Of course he had no memories of the place when it was filled with life, bursting to the seams with different variations of the Galra.

He had that section of history of Galra history where the half breeds and pure blood Galra were allowed to live together in relative peace. It only tore at his heart a bit when he first learned that after facing the comments from his father's soldiers for so long. But he soon learned that letting himself long for a past he was barely apart of was not what a future leader should think

They should strive for a future where peaceful interactions between the Galra Empire and the rest of universe would be common.

So after being banished several times by his father, he started to strive towards the goal he had in mind. Started to play to everyone's expectations they had for him. Bent the rules of the Galra army to fit the plans he had to be the future leader the empire needed. After all Lotor rather citizens respect him for being a decent leader rather than fear him.

As he took a few steps over the dusty lands, he looked over a few pieces of pottery that somehow survived. If he was a person who studied the past civilizations, he bet he would be ecstatic to see such intact pieces. Still he didn't move them from where they were. The spirits of the past should stay where they belong.

As he continued to look over the deserted planet, he could hear faint humming from behind him. It wasn't a sound that he normally had when wearing his helmet. In his mind he checked through the list of things it could possibly be as he turned his body to face whatever it was.

Several hundred feet away from him, he saw a wormhole. It swirling with different colours going around with the occasional energy whipping itself out from it. For the next few moments all Lotor could do was watch it, fascinated by how it suddenly appeared.

And then he moved towards it, running for all he was worth. If he remembered correctly, the comet that the lions of Voltron were created from, surely he might be able to create another set for himself and his team of generals. As the distance between himself and the wormhole grew shorter, the wormhole itself started to lash out even more energy.

Lotor knew it was dangerous to go towards a wormhole when it started to have energy taking control of the structure of the whole thing. Yet he continuously ran towards it, pushing aside the consequences that wracked up in his mind.

As he neared it by a few feet, something was spat out of the wormhole and then it collapsed into itself. The explosion was beautiful as it was dangerous with all the colours swirling outwards, sweeping over the unknown object and Lotor himself. The effects of the energy didn't harm him much with the suit he wore, but he was more concerned with what was on the ground.

As he walked the last few feet where the wormhole use to be, he looked over what was spat out. For certain it was a living person, an alien by the colour of the hair that was draped over their shoulders, which was a black that could blend into the night. Lotor bent over the body, checking for any injuries that the alien could possibly have. From the way the body came out of the wormhole, it looked to be a unplanned journey.

As he did so, he felt the thick leather that clung to the body. It was made to be worn during battles, to protect the body from most blows from the enemy. Still from what he could see of it, it looked fashionable enough to wear as everyday clothing.

Once he checked over the body, Lotor debated whether he should flip the unknown alien over or not. It could possibly aggravate any injuries that they had further along with the fact that they might be playing dead. Still he wanted to check over the body to make sure that they were alright.

Slowly as he could with his suit, he flipped the alien over. The black hair that covered the alien's shoulder, did not cover their face. It was a handsome face that the alien had he supposed, but he had no time to ponder over such things. Once again he checked for injuries. When he came across the midsection of the alien, there was a tired groan.

He pressed a bit more into the midsection and felt a hand wrap tightly around one of his wrists. "Please stop." Came the groaned out answer. Green eyes fluttered open, looking Lotor over like he was an enemy.

"I have to see the extent of your injuries if you want to get proper care. I can tell that your journey through the wormhole wasn't planned." Lotor said, pressing with the hand that wasn't being held into the midsection. Another groan rang out, but the hand around his wrist didn't tighten.

From the corner of his eye, he watched the face and the body language of the alien. While they were injured, they still held themselves like they were ready to spring into action against him. While he doubt they could do any major damage against him with the amount of bruising they had around their torso, Lotor was still cautious enough to know looks were deceiving.

As he lifted his hands away from the alien, he saw the way they relaxed slightly. He made note of this action as he reached into the small pouch he had on his suit. There was a few things he had packed in it and one of these items were a gel that would work to heal the bruised skin.

Lotor took the one glove off his hand and dipped his fingers into the cold gel. As he lifted the leather clothing to reveal the bruises, he saw the eyes widen at his hand. He chuckled at the reaction before speaking up. "The colour is a bit off, isn't it? Supposed to be a darker purple if my father had gotten with a female Galra rather than an Altean."

"You're not considered a monster among your kind?" Came the tentative question, the eyes still lingering on the skin of his hand.

"Not quite a monster I would say. The Galra people see me as less than them for being a half breed rather than pure blood.' He answered as he put the gel on the bruises. There came a hiss at the cool gel and a smirk graced Lotor's face at the reaction. 'Still it's always fun to see the look on their face when they see me beat them in combat. Always damages their pride to see a half breed be better than them."

"What is this planet, don't mind me asking?" The alien asked, looking around where he was at last. Still Lotor narrowed his eyes at the statement. If he didn't know any better, if felt like the alien was trying to distract him.

"Use to be Daibazaal, home world of the Galra. Now it's just a planet without much to offer." He replied as put his glove back on. "Though I've heard it was much more beautiful around 10,000 years ago."

"I can only imagine."

They stayed in silence as Lotor pulled the leather clothing back down. The alien would take quick glances at him, studying his every move as if he was planning his escape. Probably was if he went through an unstable wormhole.

Then a crackling message came through on his com.

"Prince Lotor, have you found what you were looking for?" Came Axca's voice.

Slightly grinning, he put a hand to the side of his helmet to talk back to her. "I have not. Only found an unknown alien that came through a wormhole."

"Then do you want us to come pick you up? Hagger has messaged the ship for you to come see her." At that sentence, he sighed. He wondered what the woman wanted with him during his exile. His father was pretty clear that he didn't want Lotor to return for a long time.

"Yes come get me as fast as you can. If it's her sending the message, then it must be important. Also bring along restrainments just in case the person I have starts to be uncooperative." He said, looking down towards the injured alien. He shut down the connection between his helmet and the ship and continued to look down at the alien.

Something wasn't right about the situation Lotor had found on this planet nor the one with Hagger sending him a message. A random alien coming through a wormhole when his father's voice of reason wanted to speak to him happening at the same time didn't settle well with him. Either Hagger was planning to test him in some way that he would need as future leader of the Empire or there was something bigger going on in the universe.

The alien stared back at him and Lotor could see the gears turning in his head. It was slightly unnerving to see how fast the alien was thinking, like he already had several plans that he could execute at any moment.

"It seems you do not trust me," Was the start of other's answer, "I guess whoever wants you doesn't need to know of my existence just yet."

The voice of the alien was persuasive. If Lotor didn't have soldiers trying to get on his good side to get closer to his father despite his half breed status for most of his life, he would most likely believe the alien. But since he was both a manipulator and grew up with soldiers trying to gain his favour, he wasn't fooled.

"It;s true I don't trust you. But it doesn't mean whatever message I've received just now concerns hiding you." Lotor said. He leaned closer to the other's face, letting his fangs make an appearance as he grinned wickedly. "It means that I have a pawn to use against the person who sent the message, which in turn means we must get along for a period of time."

He watched as the alien's face paled slightly. Still there was something akin to determination in the alien's eyes that Lotor knew would mean trouble for him later if he wasn't careful. He leaned away from the alien and then heard one of pods landing a short distance away from them.