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Voltron: Defender of the Universe; The RPG Game
Topic Started: August 27, 2008, 12:38 pm (4,270 Views)
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"Then abosrb it into Voltron," concluded Keith as he steeled himself for the mental torture he would have to endure in order to pull this off. "The Dens will need all the power we can find to revitalize Aurus and just augmenting their abilities through Voltron"

Reaching forward with the essence opf his mind and will Keith, no, the Black Lion grappled with the ragging storm of energy and began drawing it inside.
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"If we absorb it into Voltron...what then? Can Voltron better direct the wild shot?" Allura asked the question, not sure if she was asking the Waters, or Keith, or everyone else...not really caring, so long as she got an answer.
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"Black says Voltron can hold the energy, and use it immediatly or transfer it to the dens," responded Keith. "Truth be told, taking on the Drule warship is not our priroity, getting the energy to rejuvinate Aurus is."

That and Keith strongly suspected that the Vargoth could soak the damage of the blast unless it was aimed precisly. Though it could probably power the blazing sword for another few minutes if it came to that.
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She wanted to fight; to strike back! She knew she had already done that with the destruction of the ugly beetle-beast, but that was merely the appendage of the monster. The Drule ship in orbit, it was a literal and symbolic threat. She wanted it blasted to ash a thousand times over. It was the very, very least that the Drule deserved after what it had done to this world. Her world! For her people, she wanted to simply let loose all the fury of the radiation storm at any and everything Drule related....

But Keith was right. As she began to see clearly, the calmness she had felt in the Waters of Life came back over her. Protecting the world by healing it, ensuring that her people would have a home to live in, and even to fight for...that was paramount. With a sigh she nodded. "Then let's do it quickly and get the Lions back to their dens for recuperating. There's no telling when they'll send something else like that down here to play with us."
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The pilots could all feel the heat of the energy in the maelstrom below, "Let's do this!" roared Keith, as he... 'pulled' on the strands of radiating power that he could almost see in the storm. Eenrgy cascaded towards the Vol'tron in a flowing, energized stream, splashing against the robot's frame. Each Lion seemed to writhe in pain as the pilots gritted their teeth against the instant spasm of muscles that wracked their bodies!

In a second it was over, the storm had faded, and this giant robot stood in the skies, alone.

Inside, the pilots bodies ached. Every muscle felt like it had been wrung clean, and their minds ached with the effort of consciousness.

The massive robot lowered itself to the ground. There were kilometers from the blast crater on the edge of the city. As the echoing crunch of the enormous feet touched down, a strange sound greeted the pilots ears from far away. The robot lowered to a knee, almost as if playing out the pilot's own sudden intense weariness.

"What is that noise...?" Pidge asked. The robot's head turned to look behind. Indeed they were within a few hundred yards of the Castle of Arus, and on it's ramparts were the hundreds of survivors. People that had come in broken, shattered, and lifeless only hours ago. Now, those same people were yelling, jumping... cheering for the appearance of this miraculous defender!

Keith noticed a small meter that was beeping on his HUD. The robot was almost out of power. It had absorbed the energy, but it seemed to be in a limbo status, and not sunken into the engines themselves.

Outside, the sun was cresting over the horizon. The glittering colors and metals of the massive robot had an incandescent glow in the sunlight, as steam rolled off of them. The people kept cheering, kept calling in hope for the first time in ten years. For now, they had a Defender. Now... perhaps all of Arus had a chance at a new life.

The lions slid apart, dropping down onto the ground as their plates unlocked and slid back into place. The pilots suddenly felt a strange sense of loss, as if something was suddenly missing. Not a sad sense, just an awareness that they were no longer connected.

Each lion sat almost as tall as the castle battlements, looking with massive eyes at the people. You could almost swear that there was a tired purring going throughout the robotic machines.


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Keith released a deep weighted sigh at last allowing himself to feel the tire of the days events. Psychologocally he understood what happened and what ghad to come next aqnd dreaded the fight he'd have with Allura over it. But he was a soldier and a tactician and right now he only saw one way out of this mess. But for now.

He opened a general comms to all the lion pilots. "I'm certain you feel as drained and as tired as I do but I want you take a moment to just look at all those people smilling cheering and happy. THAT is why we do this, why we came here. Now we have to go back to the dens, recharge, recoup and plan but before then let's give them one more loud symbol of hope, the only symbol a lion has to give a call to it's allies and a warning to it's wenemies."

Keoth gave it a moment to llet it sink in and hoped he hadn't been to vauge as the black lion sat up strong and proud. "In 3...2...1!"

And the lion roared and Keith hoped the others joined him on cue. It was an expression of his feeling his tire, his pain, but mostly his senses of being part of something, of wanting to protect these people and of hope. Smilling once they'd roured Keith took off and headed for his den, both he and the lion needed the rest. "See ya at the cathedral everyone," he broadcast.
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The Blue Lion joined in, loosing a mighty and noble roar that was not noticeably lackluster, despite the tired state of both Lion and pilot. Nodding to herself that she had done well, or at least well enough, Allura and the Blue Lion headed back, somewhat ungracefully, back in the direction of the ocean and the Waters of Peace.
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Hunk was relieved the separation, really. He felt like himself again, able to think. He saw the smiling cheering people, and managed a little smile of his own. However, his mind soon wandered to the ghostly girl who introduced him to the Yellow Lion, and the suffering he'd since in the people at the camps, especially the one woman, who had been forced to kill, for a second time, her own kin.

His eyes glanced up, imagining the enemy ship somewhere up there. "...Still a lot of work to do." And with that, the Yellow Lion turned about, and started back for her home.

Hunk idly smiled, leaning his head back inside the control-plug. "...I think I'll call you Sedia. Better than just 'yellow' right?"
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*Affirmative.* Hunk smiled drowsily at the denotation at the bottom of the HUD. Then his eyes snapped open, "Did you just answer me!?"

Further inquiries though were only met with silence, or purely technical denotations.



Waters of Peace

Allura stepped free of the Blue Lion's cockpit, to find a obviously fuming and half naked Sven pacing the seabed floorscape.

His arm was... cybernetic! Clear metallic servos shining through a transclucent skin covering across his arms. Gruffly and bluntly he explained that since waking up, Verisu has refused to answer his queries. Also, he seemed unable to leave the Waters, and could do little for the past half-hour other than pace around wondering what was going on!

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***Cathedral of Lions***

Keith yawned as he strode in the cathedral and took a moment to rub his eyes. He certainly wasn't firing on all cylanders and he was aware of what was coming next but he just prayed he could steel a few hours before the inevitable Drule response. Activating the key he routed his com to all the pilots and dens. "Get some sleep, we'll need the rest and the lions will need time to recharge and funnel that power into the dens."

Stiffling a second yawn he roouted the comm to the tower. "Nani, was it? Contact me the moment the Drule do something new or try to make contact with us; thank you."

Saying no more he began wandering in the general direction of the beds. Idly he was aware there were beds and such in the Dens, but they were practically unreachable there and he suspected he might need to be found very soon.
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Though he had hoped to get more of a reaction from Sedia, that little remark meant a great deal to the large technician. Hunk was grinning like a little kid as he piloted her back to the pyramid of sands to 'dock'.

Once he disembarked from the control plug, he let Sedia return to her waiting state, but he walked up to her left, front paw, and patted the side of her ankle stone like paw, as he could only reach about that high. "Thanks, Sedia..."

Turning away, Hunk moved down into the workshop factory again. "Sand," he asked as he walked up to the main console. "How's our progress on the supplies? Can I get some sleep, or do we need to keep this moving faster?"

GM note: the lions are considerably larger than the cartoon versions :rbow
Edited by Roadbuster, November 21, 2008, 11:48 am.
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Wearily, Allura nodded. "I was informed as well. Apparently computer access is only granted to current pilots, not former ones. I'm sorry," she said, walking up next to him and patting his new arm reassuringly. "But look at what the Waters have done. How does it feel?"
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Sven looked a little oddly at his arm, "It's... not the same. But technology here is amazing. Even the bioshelters of Daryg could no have put this arm."

He grimaces, "So, the lion's mind is made up...?"

Next to Sven, a shimmering column of water appears, forming into the keeper of the Waters of Peace. The female form with pale skin and flowing waterlike hair spoke softly, "I am sorry, Sven. However, the Waters of Peace have a saftey restriction that locks out access to the computers and the portals unless a pilot is currently within the Waters."

Allura looks down at the uniform she wore, and the key that was locked into place, "So then, I am the pilot now."

"Yes." the shifting image nodded, "And your key is the one that guarantees safe operation of the portals. Without it, others would find them impassible and dangerous, even if they were currently activated."

Sven shook his head sadly, "My place is elsewhere now. You must take care of the lion. I will continue to take care of your people though. They need someone to guide them, to teach them how to defend."

The image nodded, "This is the lesson that the Blue lion has left with you Sven. It has reawoken your heart of defense, and with it, you must find a new path in life."

Allura swallowed, "But Sven is a better pilot. Surely..."

The held up a pale,slim hand, "No. The change was neccessary. Even with the technology here, Sven's new arm is no perfect replacement for his limb. The senory controls within the lion may operate still, even despite the lesser nerve pulses that were retained with the cybernetics. However, it would handicap the response and reaction of the lion. This made it necessary to seek out a new pilot. No one on the planet sought to defend it more than you, Princess Allura."
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Allura nodded, the finality of it sinking in for her. She turned to Sven, even as she started for the portal heading back for the cathedral. "You know we can certainly use your expertise and experience in the Castle. There are places to still be explored and prepared defensively, people to train, and unless I miss my guess, we're hardly done with the Drule threat. I can't imagine every attack will be so blatantly frontal as the one tonight. A solid and seasoned soldier on the ground could make all the difference in the world."

She stopped as she got to the door leading to the cathedral. "It has been a good ten years since Castle Arus has had a Captain of the Guard. With your consent and the approval of Captain Kogane, the position is yours. But we can deal with formalities later." She yawned. "We're all tired, but I want Coran in here before I get any sleep. If you would be so kind to help me with him." She gave a weary smile. "We cant test the strength of that new arm."

She turned around, inserting the key and opening the portal back to the cathedral, Sven in tow.
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It wasn't long before Coran was brought to the Waters of Peace and laid down in one of the beds. In fact, it wasn't much longer before the whole group finally was in their own beds, and a good night's rest was allowed to sink into the bones of the weary members of the Lion Force.
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It's easy to forget how relaxing and how utterly woinderful a full nights rest is when you can't get one. Many things can interfere with ones sleep, digestion, the environment, the addition or absence of people oin your room. To Keith all those concerns were elementary, no the factor vthat drove away the captains' rest was good old fashioned stress. He and his GF crew scarcly had a moment to catch their breath since coming to this planet. However now, with the Drule on the backstep and several tangible moves made forward his subconscious was at last able to just let go and surrender to the comfurt of the darkness. For a time.

***Later***

Keith awoke, his eyes snapping open at seven A.M. sharp as though it had been hardwired into him and, in fact, it was. Truth be told he was used to waking up closer to five in the morning but he'd gotten to sleep late thanks to the drule attack. Relaxing some after waking up Keith got out of bed making sure not to disturb the others still resting in the large communal chamber that several of the refuges had been birthed. Despite his slightly unique clothing and complexion no one really noticed him, it was amazing what a few shadows and a change of clothes could do. He grumbled as he took a wiff of his shirt. 'Speaking of a change of clothes, I gotta get these washed.'

The dens probably had some form of laundering facility or another but he didn't want to get used to relying on them for every little thing. Half meandering through the castle he followed several of the nursemaid and such to an small indoor fountain being used as a wash basin. Shrugging he took off his shirt and jacket and got in line, the pants could wait until he'd raided the town for a new pair.
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The previous night.
Outskirts of the city.


The titanic battle shook the very air as Merla made her way further and further. She new the Dreadnought would be heading this way, but she could easily get to the castle and to saftey long before it bothered to train it's arsenal on it's final target. All she would have to do is stay clear of...

BOOOOOM

Light flashed through the night skies, illuminating everything in a blinding flash that was followed immediately by a thunderous peel and shockwave that pushed Merla to her feet!

Still on the outskirts of the town, she had not bargained for it's defeat so quickly. Buildings around her shattered with the force, crumbling and falling around her as a wave of heat washed over her. A wall she had pressed against instinctively now crumbled, and huge pieces of meatl and cement fell onto her, with crushing force!

Suddenly, the brunt force was held back by some titanic wall.

She turned over onto her back. He body was badly bruised and bleeding from several dark lacerations. A quarter of a Kilometer out of the city, a globe of spiraling energy swirled in a maelstrom around where the Dreadnought had apparently been defeated. Hovering above it, and seemingly controlling the storm, was one of the more bizarre things she had ever seen. She immediately recognized the composite pieces to be the lion robots that had been giving the Varagoth such problems, but now they were merged into one titanic robot that was even larger than the burly shelled Dreadnought Robotic Beast!

Power lept from it's body, controlling the atmosphere and coccooning the blast and energy from the Dreadnought's internal reactors in a swirling bubble of flame and energy!

She was truly and frighteningly awed.

Then, in a rush, the energy seemed to drain into the massive robot, infusing it's body and turning the panels of armor into strangely disparate pieces of elemental life. Water seemed to crest around the Blue leg, Sands seemed to shift across the Yellow, The green seeemed to be covered with growing vines, and the red was molten magma coursing across it's surface. The centerpiece, the Black lion, held shimmeringly brilliant pinpoints of light, almost like stars, shining in the deep depths of blackness that made it's surface.

Suddenly, the robot seperated, the lions shooting overhead and landing somewhere far off. She could hear their thunderous roars echo through the strangely still night.

Dust clogged the air around her still, and her body was burning from where the flames of the explosion had raked over her. She new she was in bad shape. She was able to push out from under the rubble, the her Cybernetic leg was sparking and leaking hydraulic fluids. It also felt as if something inside her was snapped as well. Searching her pack, she found the crushed form of her communicator. Assistance from the Drule was now out of the question. And if she stayed hidden, she may well bleed to death.

Grimacing, she pulled herself up with dogged determination. There was only one other place to go. She turned towards the Castle and began to walk.



The Varagoth

Yuroth watched as the lions merged and defeated the Dreadnought.

At least the failure wasn't his this time...


The Moorenkyl
Command throne


The Lord Emporer of the Drule Empire, King Z'ayrkon, was not pleased.

In silence he seethed as the titanic clash of robots ended up in one of the few defeats he could mark through his history. The floating panels of light that served as monitors were the only source of light in the darkened room. He had watched as the tactical decisions were made, and could find little flaw with them. The only underestimation was the sheer power of these robotic lions.

A voice interrupted his train of thought, "You know the pro..."

"QUIET WITCH!" He roars at Haagar.

She paused, adjusting the filmy dress that covered her body in the cold darkness. At her feet, her pet rumbled it's displeasure at the sudden shout. Reaching down, she stroked the bald and horned head.

"Then what is your sire's wish?"

"Keep the Morenkyl and its entorage out of visible range and scanning distance from Arus. How long before a Mark IV Dreadnought can be readied?"

Without pause she nodded, "We can set my carrier out in a position to collect all the energy we need from their suns, however, materials will take a few days to reach here. I would say within the week we can have one put together."

"Then do so. Tell the Varagoth to maintain it's position. We'll also supply it with the needed ships and forces to continue with the withdrawal of resources from the surface."

"And if the lions intervene?"

"Minimal resistance to them. Start on the furthest outposts first. Bring the survivors here."

"Sir?"

"We may need a barganing chip."

"Surely the Dreadnought..."

"Yes, it can, even with the power that the lion bot displayed, we can eventually destroy them. However, the goal will remain to reign them in. That robot represents the only plausible threat to our continued expansion. We must cut it off here, even if it means the termination of the planet below. However, if we could control it..."

Haagar's voice was low and dangerous, "And if the lions destroy you as fortold?"

"Death is always a risk of success in war, Haagar. Meanwhile, we shall begin to move in on the Galaxy Force Alliance. Yuroth's intelligence has helped prove what we have long believed. There is nothing in the GFA forces that can stop our advance, so long as we move carefully..."



Back to the Present
Princes Allura's bedroom


The light slanted in through the heavily curtained windows and Allura began to stir. She had been exhausted by the time she reached her bed; mentally, physically, and spiritually. So much had changed in the past twenty four hours, far more than anyone could have though possible. Still, it could all be in vain. Arus was still in mortal danger from the Drule, as well as from environmental collapse.

But, a good nights sleep would help her organize what she needed to do next.

She lay for a few minutes, contemplating exactly that. 'What to do next.' When the room was suddenly alit as the curtains were jerked open. Startled, she sat upright to find Nani standing by the window, a look of impatience on her face.

"Your dress has been layed out, and we have much work to do." Nani quipped, as she jotted something down on a notepad she held. She, in fact, was dressed in an old Arusian uniform that somehow managed to be cleaned and impeccibly pressed!

"Dress?" was all that Allura could manage as she looked to the chair where Nani had indicated. Draped across it was an increadibly oppulent dress that sparkled in pale pink crystals atop a pale blue that almost matched her pilot's uniform.

"OH NO!!" she started, "I'm not wear..."

Nani's look stopped her dead.

"Yes. You will wear it. In fact, you can be sure that you will wear a dress that is every bit as fine from now until the day Arus is destroyed, or until you die, or both at one time. And if for some reason you do not believe you will be wearing that dress, it will be my pleasure to wrestle you to the ground and force it on you whether you are conscious or not."

Allura's mouth simply hung open.

"You are no longer Allura, the vagabond child leader of a ragtag band of cave dwellers. You are Princess Allura, last of the house of Altaire, daughter of Alfor and Averianna. Furthermore, you and your friends managed to do something that should have been nearly impossible. For that matter, you did a string of things that were completely impossible. First, you found and activated the only remaining weapons on the entire planet, despite there being a great monster sitting on top of them. Second, you rescued the first of the slaves from a Drule imprisonment. Something that to my knowledge is unthought of throughout the galaxy. Third, you threw those lions together, forming... I don't know what! And you used the new robot to defeat yet another monster that I'm quite sure was meant to erradicate us without a second thought!

Finally, above and beyond all else, you did something that I was quite sure would not and could not ever occur. You turned the broken spirits of your people around and gave them hope.

That hope now needs fostering, it does not need a spunky teenager with a good heart, it needs a Royal Princess, a stable reminder of what they are striving to reclaim.

That means they need to see you, sparkling and beautiful. A living embodiment of purity and angelic sanctity. Do I make myself clear?"

As Allura pulled on the alien clothing she noticed that her communicator was blinking quietly. The Waters were informing her that Coran was resting peacefully and could be brought back to the castle whenever was convenient...




The Cruise ship Sinblade
Outter Space


In a room that was plush and filled with fine daperies, cushions, valuable artifacts, and beautiful women from many races, there sat one young man. The couch on which he reclined on was custom built, and could serve as a command chair when he needed, or for other things... as needed.

The man was, for lack of better terms, beautiful. His skin was pale, like ivory, with the faintest hints of smooth pearlescent scales around his face and neck that tapered into swirling patterns of pale purple across his arms and back. His chest and body were sculpted and lithe, and his eyes were very slightly slanted, with a slash of a pupil amidst a brilliantly violent iris. His hair was long and well past his shoulders, pale white and fine as silk.

He was known as the Prince Lo'toir. Heir to King Z'ayrkon's throne.

And like a hawk, he watched his father's movements. The instant the King's ship had set into hyperspace, Lo'toir's Sinblade had followed. Now, as he exited hyperspace, he read the instructions stemming from the flag ship with great interest. The expansion had begun. Finally, something worthwhile was to be undertaken! But then, why was the flagship here, on some backwater world, rather than at the head of the expansion lines?

--Interesting indeed.--

Pushing a soft blond haired girl off, he stood and reached for his shirt.

"Where are you going?" whined one of the other women.

Ignoring them, he headed for the door. It was time to pay his father an early morning visit.



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Grumbling the whole way, Allura made her way into the dress. Nani had to help her, since the Princess hadn't actually worn a dress in at least ten years, and rarely even then since children, even royal ones, were given leeway at a young age.

"This is going to make getting to the Cathedral and into the Lion difficult. Can't I just wear a royal uniform, at least most of the time? Symbolism is great, but can't we mitigate it with function?" She asked Nani, was really pleading with Nani. She finished getting the dress on and, though she looked good, and regal, in it, she was clearly uncomfortable.
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"You can wear a pilot uniform when you are piloting. Otherwise you will show your people that you are a Princess and you will give them a symbol of hope and fufilled beauty in the fullest sense of the term. I assume that whoever raised you had the sense to teach you how to act, regardless of the circumstances you found yourselves in?"
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Allura shot a glance at Nani every bit as icey as the Blue Lion's shield. It did not seem to cow the ex-slave at all. Drawing herself up to her full height, and in the haughtiest tone she could manage she added along with the glance:

"I can conduct myself properly, Advisor, and even should I falter from want of practice this symbolism will be more than adequate for my day to day duties of state."

She turned her eyes away and began to fix her hair, pulling the strays together and putting it back into a simple and conservative bun. Keeping the key to the Waters of Peace on a chain around her neck, Allura touched it lightly, activating the comm. "Could I impose upon one of you to retrieve Coran from the Waters of Peace, please? He is recovered and ready to return to the Castle, but I am currently indisposed. If someone could bring him to the Control Room, Nani and I will be there shortly. Thank you." She did not wait for a response, but just let the message carry. Surely someone would take care of that for her.

Turning to Nani, Allura said, "We can go to the control room shortly to discuss how to go about freeing the rest of the slaves at the other camps. I assume you want to do a walking tour of a few areas so as to make the symbol more visible?"

A nod from Nani was all she received by way or reply.

Taking a deep breath, Allura nodded back. "Very well, then. Let us go and meet the people."
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