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casterofcolchis) wrote2018-06-15 11:51 pm
casterofcolchis) wrote2018-06-15 11:51 pm
[For Lotor] Aftermath
It was the light streaking across the night sky that had first alerted the sentries. They reported back to the princess's emerald-clad huntress that a man had been found in the wreckage of the craft that had crash landed on Colchis. A man with lavender skin and white hair. Clearly a Galra hybrid of some kind.
The huntress was not pleased; but then again, she never was when an outsider appeared on the planet.
The sentries reported that the man was unconscious from the crash, or at least he seemed to be. Guards had been posted at the location. She immediately went to the princess to rouse her from her sleep to give her the news.
Medea did not like being awakened, but in this case, she did not protest, nor did she reprimand her huntress. A flip of her wrist, and her sleeping gown melted into her black and purple robes with gold trim. She turned her hood up and the pair disappeared in a flutter of black and pink smoke. They reappeared at the site of the crash. Medea tilted her head at the man as he lay motionless within the crater formed from the crash.
"He's Galra. We should kill him now and be done with it," the huntress hissed, pure fury in her eyes as she glared down at him.
"That would be a waste," Medea turned her hood down to get a better look at him. "Let's not be hasty." She focused her magic and outstretched her fingers towards him. This time the three of them were transported by her magic; away from the crash site and back to her castle.
The infirmary, to be precise.
Medea used her magic to set the man's body on the nearest bed to avoid moving him too much and worsen his injuries. The huntress was still displeased, and Medea dismissed her, commanding her to return to the crash site and monitor it. Of course the order was obeyed without question. Alone with the man now, Medea focused her magic again, holding a hand aloft over his body, mentally scanning his body with her magic to take inventory of his injuries.
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The ship, so much time and effort and energy put into it, couldn't take that last hit. Knocked into oblivion, he could almost hear his sanity breaking apart, panic swirling in that messed up, violent cocktail of emotions fed by the energies of the rift.
Had this not been what had happened to his own father? The rage bloomed again, fueling his final efforts to escape. He would not follow in his fathers footsteps.
He would not slip into madness as he had done. Summoning whatever power he could manage to control in the ship, he commanded it. Leave.
The roaring of the rift around him blended to the howling of the atmosphere of a planet. It all sounded the same, the blazing light outside of the cockpit just the same to his failing eyes as the all consuming light within the rift. And then it all fell to blackness, the gale outside reduced to nothing more than a distant rumble.
He'd awaken again... in a bed. Surprisingly unbound, he'd have expected if anyone was to dig him out of the wreck, they'd have all heard of the news by now. It was no cell, and the woman above him was no paladin.
Despite how his muscles screamed at him for it, he immediately went to try and grab his sword, where ever the hell it might be, the mad energy of the rift still thundering through him, clouding his mind. No idea what she was doing, working on pure instinct.
He'd not be subdued now.
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"Kill me now and you'll never heal properly," she advised. "Besides, my people will not react kindly should you raise a weapon to me."
Medea held her hands up, her palms facing away from her to show that she was not armed. Not yet.
"You're badly injured. I can help you," she spoke again. "I can heal your body quicker than it heals itself."
Medea looked into his eyes and tilted her head. "Tell me, who are you?"
Silently she thanked the gods that she had the foresight to send her huntress away. Else she likely would have levelled him with one of her arrows the moment he made that reach.
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Her question was ignored. His, he'd decided, were more important.
"I'll answer nothing until you tell me where I am." Riding high on that mad whirlwind, all thoughts of decorum and pleasantries were forgotten in this moment in the name of getting some idea of where he was. Anything to put his feet beneath him again. "And who you are."
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"So suspicious. Has it not occurred to you that if I wanted you dead, you would already be so? You were unconscious for some time," She teased. "My archer was ready to kill you on sight. I forced her to stay her hand."
Medea paused before she continued. "This is the planet of Colchis. You are Galra, are you not? If you have any knowledge of history, you may recall that your people conquered and abandoned this planet long ago."
The resources and weaponsmiths pillaged, the world had been of little further use to the Galra. The people were thought to have been slaughtered. Thought to have been.
"I am princess Medea. With my father and brother dead from the invasion, I am the ruler here," though admittedly only a select few had survived."I do not wish you harm. I mean only to help you."
It was a rare moment of selflessness for Medea. Even she did not know what had possessed her to help him. Indeed, killing him would have been much easier.