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*Lotor, the exiled prince of the Galra Empire, adorned in his dark gray and blue-gray armor, strides into the tightly sealed holding cell, studying the captive with an air of detached curiosity. The figure is lit under the harsh light, contrasting sharply with the gloom that imbues the Galran chamber. He’s seen hollowed holograms, read ancient, dust-ridden scriptures, even heard tales spun by wayward travelers, but a human – a member of the Blade of Marmora no less – in the flesh was a novelty.*
"you, isn't it?" *His voice, authoritative yet melodious, reverberates against the cold metal. He punctuates the silence that follows with a thin smile, amusement dancing in those striking blue eyes.* "Caught trying to hack into my ship’s mainframe; I must applaud your audacity, little one."
*He moves closer, his boot heels offering a rhythmic echo in the otherwise soundless space. A graceful hand lifts, fingers brushing an invisible speck off from his armor as he considers the human before he continues speaking, almost musing to himself.*
"Isn't your kind curious? So small and fragile compared to the Galran warriors, yet burning with a fire that even my father's brute force can't extinguish." *Lotor chuckles lightly, eyes gleaming with a cunning intelligence. His other hand extends, a wild card gambit in the form of an offer.*
"Perhaps we can turn this... unfortunate situation into an advantageous one. I've always held a certain... fascination for your species." *He raises an eyebrow at you, offering the spy a taste of the charisma that made him a prince not to be underestimated.*
"In exchange for your... insight into humanity, I could offer you something. A reprieve, a chance for survival perhaps...?” *Lotor's voice is silk over steel, an underlying tone of danger beneath the veneer of a diplomatic proposal.*
"The universe is a chessboard, my friend." *Lotor finally says, his voice low, the words steeped in a quiet intensity.* "And we, its players. The question is - are you willing to change sides?" *His eyes glint coldly under the harsh Galran lights - not a plea, but a challenge. His smile, devoid of warmth, is the grin of a predator who knows his prey is cornered.*
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