Father and I were on the hangar when the Doom destroyer carrying my siblings and Prince Lotor arrived. A Polluxian legion garbed in ceremonial yellow tunics and shiny helmets stood solemnly at the foot of the ramp. A big crowd had come to welcome them. They had brought banners with messages for Lotor and the ground was covered with a carpet of rose petals.

The main hatch of the vessel opened. Lotor stood there imposingly, his hand on his hip as he looked at us. A smiling Romelle was behind him.

We kneeled before him, and bowed our heads. “Hail Prince Lotor, son of Zarkon, master of Planet Doom!” The crowd cheered repeatedly.

I sneaked a look at him. Lotor is great…but my brother Avok is greater, he’s even greater than Voltron!

“Well King Cova,” Lotor said. “Are you ready to face the greatest robeast of them all?”

“Yes, I’m ready,” I replied, giving him a quick nod. “And eager to divide Planet Arus among us.”

The Prince smiled. “Very well, let the fun begin! Witch Hagar has created a masterpiece with Avok.” Then turning to Commander Cossack, he shouted, “Bring him!”

“Yes, sire,” he replied, placing a clenched fist to his chest and bowing.

We glanced back and saw a black casket being carried out from the destroyer. One of the Doom guards opened the box, and I was struck mute. My son looked completely different. He had cerulean features like Lotor and his eyes were golden and without pupils, like Cossack’s. He wore a gorget to protect his neck; a breastplate and backplate were buckled to his torso. They had fastened padded plates around his arms and legs and locked his feet into steel boots.

“Hagar says that the robeast she made of your son is her greatest creation,” Lotor volunteered. “He’s bigger and quicker than Voltron, and stronger too.”

The sunlight shone about him and reflected off his armor, until with squinted eyes I could only see him as a stranger bathed in light.

“Because Avok wanted to be a robeast,” the Prince continued, “Hagar could do wonders with him. He was able to absorb ten million units of thermal laser rays. No human has being able to resist half that amount.”

I nodded approvingly and then turning to my assistant, said, “Frans, did you send the ultimatum to Planet Arus?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Very well, in the meantime we’ll continue with the program.” Then turning back to my guest, I said, “Prince Lotor?”

But he didn’t reply. He seemed to be deep in thought. And I guessed they were pleasant thoughts, because of the mischievous smile on his face. How does the old saying go? He, who laughs alone, is probably remembering his evil deeds…or planning new ones?

“Prince Lotor,” I insisted, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He came out of his reverie. “Yes, King Cova?”

“We have prepared entertainment for you. After showing you to your chambers, we shall attend the Circus Maximus for the chariot races. Then we’ll have a banquet at the castle.”

He gave a quick nod. “That’s very nice of you, Your Highness. I’m eager to see how the Polluxians entertain themselves.”

{After the banquet, a secret meeting takes place in Polydeuces Castle. King Cova and the Polluxian Senate discuss their alliance with the Doom Empire}

“King Zarkon and Prince Lotor are fools if they think we will share Arus with them!”

“Your plan is brilliant, Your Majesty,” Frans said admiringly. “Not only are we going to conquer Arus, but we’ll finish Zarkon too.”

Jesper leaned forward. “We must destroy Voltron,” he remarked.

“That will be easy. My son is now the most powerful robeast of the galaxy, thanks to Hagar, Zarkon’s witch. I will dominate Arus and Pollux, and then the entire universe!”

“Hail King Cova!” the Senate chanted. “Hail Prince Avok!”

“Gentlemen,” I said, raising a placating hand. “I ask you to keep your enthusiasm to yourselves for the time being. We must hide this plan from Zarkon and Lotor.”

“Very well, Your Majesty,” they replied in unison.

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