Prologue: Part 1
In the farthest regions of the Great Dark Nebula, the stillness of space is disturbed by a vessel never before seen in this galaxy. Exceptionally large, its outer shell retains some of the beauty of its glory days as a luxury space liner; but a closer look reveals frighteningly ugly details of the flying fortress/warship it has become. Large lazer cannons designed to retract into the deceptively sleek outer shell of the ship adorn the sides, while the entire bottom portion, which once contained the cabins that housed the passengers on their journeys, has been converted into hangars that house an armada of space fighters, and barracks for the flight crew. The main decks have become the headquarters of a crew that started out as a meager crew of space pirates, that has grown into a villainous army whose conquests are rivaled only by the glory days of King Zarkon and the Drule Empire.
This is the STELLAR QUEEN, and its commanding officer, General Satanus Shrike, has made himself an appointment to propose an alliance with his sole rival.
"General Shrike, we are approaching Planet Doom," calls the Queen's helmsman.
"Very well. Maintain course and speed," Shrike replies.
A call from the Queens's science lab comes over the bridge's intercom: "General, our sensors indicate that this planet contains traces of that strange element we found in the nearby quazar."
"I see. So what has come of your research of this element?"
"It seems to be a rare form of dark energy, very similar to the anti-matter that now powers our main engine. I belive it will be a compatible substitute, which is fortunate, seeing as it has become quite a tedious process to create more anti-matter ourselves."
General Shrike ponders over their new discovery. "Interesting...yet another spoil we can plunder from that fool Zarkon when our 'alliance' has prospered to my satisfaction."
The helmsman speaks up again: "We are now just outside of Doom's orbit, general."
"Good. Open a hailing frequency to Castle Doom."
"Hailing frequency is open, sir, but there is no sign of Castle Doom. In fact, the entire planet appears to be nothing but wasteland now."
"Impossible...Who could have destroyed the mighty Castle Doom? Put the visual on the main screen."
As the crew manning the controls switches the visuals of the planet surface to the main screen, the helmsman adds, "It doesn't appear as if the castle was destroyed at all. It looks like it has been...uprooted."
"we are only detecting two persons on the entire planet surface, sir. Neither of them are King Zarkon, and one of them is dead."
Shrike is intrigued. "Zoom in."
A closer look reveals a dead body that is familiar to the General, and at his side, a young man weeping, like a son weeping for his dead father.
Shrike can hardly believe what he is seeing. "That is Zarkon's son, Lotor. Who could have done this? Who could have taken down Zarkon, his son, and possibly the entire Drule Empire? Helm, take us down at once...I must know more."
The crew brings the Stellar Queen into Planet Doom's orbit, bringing it to a stop over the former location of Castle Doom, and drops both of her starboard anchors into the planet's soil.
Shrike calls the Queen's flight deck: "Prepare my cruiser, I'm going down to the surface."
The flight crew commander replies, "How many will accompany you sir?"
"I'm going alone...surely one boy and a dead Drule lord are no threat."
Shrike flies his space cruiser to the surface to survey the scene, still in disbelief over what he has observed. As he lands, the young man weeping over Lotor's lifeless body jumps to his feet, placing right hand over the holster of the lazer blaster that has been his only defense in the days of his self-proposed exile.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" The young man shouts. He is ready to give his life to merely prevent anyone from further desecrating the body of his late mentor.
"I mean no harm." Shrike pulls back his uniform coat to reveal that he is unarmed. "My name is General Satanus Shrike, and this is my flagship, the Stellar Queen. My original purpose for coming here was to propose an alliance with King Zarkon and the Drules. My army has easily plundered much of the nearby universe for years, but as the Galaxy Alliance has grown stronger, they have become a considerable thorn in my flesh. I was certain that with our combined forces, we could eliminate the Alliance, then fight over the spoils if we must. You must tell me boy, who could have possibly laid waste to everything that Zarkon had built, and left his son to die?"
The young man clenched his fists, trying to stifle the rage that courses through his body everytime one name runs across his mind...
Shrike's curiosity is roused even further. In all his conquests, Voltron is a name he has not yet heard.
"And who is this Voltron you speak of?"
"Voltron, the mighty defender of the universe," the young man says mockingly. "For years, my lord and my mentor, Lotor, along with his father Zarkon and the mighty Drule Empire conquered numerous planets and plundered..."
Shrike interrupts, "Yes, yes, I'm very familiar with Zarkon's conquests...tell me about Voltron."
Voltron is a legendary robotic warrior from the planet Arus composed of five robot lions. They are piloted by a team of space explorers from Earth. Each lion is formidable in its own right, but when combined into the mighty Voltron, they are phenomenally stronger. Zarkon's had his sorceror, Hagar, take the strongest of his slave gladiators and turn them into monsterous creatures he called Robeasts, and tried relentlessly to destroy Voltron and claim Arus as his own. But time after time, Voltron prevailed. I was once one of Zarkon's slaves, but after hearing of my origins as a scientist, I found favor with Lotor and he took me under his wing. But in one of the final Drule battles, my lord was..." The young man struggles with emotion as he tries to say the word... "killed, along with Hagar, and the original Castle Doom was destroyed. After that, I fled, thinking there was no more hope for us. But when I heard Lotor had been brought back from the dead and the castle had been rebuilt, I made plans to return and offer my help to Lotor once more. By the time I arrived though...I was too late."
Shrike is more intrigued than ever. "How pray tell was he brought back from the dead?"
"The only thing I heard from anyone is the word 'haggarium'. I could only imagine that it has something to do with that sorceror."
"This HAS to be that strange dark energy we discovered," Shrike thought to himself. "Perhaps there is more to this 'haggarium' than we currently know."
Shrike returns his attention to the young man who has shared this amazing story with him. "Tell me, young man...What is your name?"
"Ruben, you fascinating young man, would you be interested in joining me? My ship is in need of an Executive officer, and your knowledge would be extremely beneficial. Perhaps together, we can destroy Voltron and eliminate the Galaxy Alliance once and for all."
Ruben stared up into space, deep in thought. In just a few fateful moments he has gone from his world seemingly being pulled out from under him to suddenly being given an opportunity to build a new world for himself. A world of fame and power. A world under his control. And most importantly for him, a world without Voltron.
Finally Ruben said, "I will join you. Do whatever you want with the Alliance...i'm only interested in Voltron...and revenge!"
"Fair enough," Shrike tells him. "Give me a moment to contact my ship. The least I can do for you is provide the means to give Lotor a proper burial.