[For Lotor] Aftermath

[casterofcolchis]

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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[casterofcolchis]

Medea was unfazed by his rebuttal. She rested her hands in her lap. Medea couldn't help chuckling a little.

"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.