#galra empire
i started saying “vrepit sa” really fast and it sounded like ribbit so i made this
The Emperor and his Champion
Revisiting the emperor!AU… After all this time. I’m still into that kind of pain.
Hello—here’s a preview of my fic, “Rebels of the Foundation” for the Thace/Ulaz Zine: The Fight We Take, which will be free to download at @galrashipzine! (This is secretly a sequel to “Children of the Empire”, but also stands alone.)
“What do we do?” Thace asked, as he and Ulaz gazed down into the hole that had opened in the ground beneath them. From where they stood, no bottom could be seen, only darkness.
“We jump,” said Ulaz. He took Thace’s hand. He held it tight. There was an answering pressure from Thace—an agreement, or a promise. On the edge of emptiness, they hesitated, then leapt forward into uncertainty and open air.
The series of events that had led them to this leap had begun with Ulaz’s uncle and Thace’s promotion, phoebs ago. “I want you to be careful,” Uncle Kolivan had said, gold eyes glaring down at Ulaz over the cloth that protected his mouth and nose. The red planet that was home to the Foundation for Children of the Empire wasn’t naturally habitable. Galra technology had created a livable zone where the Foundation could flourish and provide a home for the orphaned and surrendered children of the empire.
“I’ve been careful.” Ulaz tried not to be petulant. That would make him sound young. Uncle Kolivan was rarely able to make his clandestine visits to the planet’s surface, and Ulaz could only use his science experiments as a cover for sneaking off the school grounds so often, so Ulaz had to take advantage of the little time given to him to convince his uncle to let him do what he wanted to do.
“And so you should remain. You are not an active agent. You are not to act like one. The Blade of Marmora is not the Empire. We do not use children as our operatives.”
“I’m not a child.” Too late, Ulaz realized what he’d done. He’d said what a child would say.
“Enough. I’ve made myself clear.” Ulaz could tell from his tone of voice that Kolivan would not be moved. “Ulaz. Be well.” Kolivan leaned down to press the side of his cheek against the top of Ulaz’s head, and no matter how affectionate the gesture was, Ulaz could tell he’d been dismissed.
Zarkon: You have weak Altean blood in your veins
Lotor: