The Champion
Sep. 20th, 2017 12:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The Champion has returned.
He has a mission this time. He isn't merely for sport, fighting for entertainment. He's a soldier now, an assassin, designed to fight and to destroy Voltron. Enhanced further with Galra witchcraft and a hint of quintessence, whatever past the Champion has no longer exists. His life as a human, as a paladin, as a fighter pilot on Earth, it's all gone, replaced by the need to serve and fulfill his existence. He is a weapon and nothing more.
A few well-placed rumors ensure that Voltron will come to him. It's not his plan, of course. The Champion is no general. He is valued for his strength and the appearance that apparently is so tantalizing to Voltron, and nothing more. They will try to trick him, he's told. They will tell him he is one of them, that since he is human he must also be a paladin, but it is a lie. Killing them is his objective.
They are weak when they leave their lions. The Champion waits, watching the paladins foolishly land and exit. How stupid of them. They're defenseless without the Lions, and he knows this fight will go quickly.
He straightens from his hiding place. They come for him, crying out a name that means nothing to him. He does not smile. He does not move.
He waits.
He has a mission this time. He isn't merely for sport, fighting for entertainment. He's a soldier now, an assassin, designed to fight and to destroy Voltron. Enhanced further with Galra witchcraft and a hint of quintessence, whatever past the Champion has no longer exists. His life as a human, as a paladin, as a fighter pilot on Earth, it's all gone, replaced by the need to serve and fulfill his existence. He is a weapon and nothing more.
A few well-placed rumors ensure that Voltron will come to him. It's not his plan, of course. The Champion is no general. He is valued for his strength and the appearance that apparently is so tantalizing to Voltron, and nothing more. They will try to trick him, he's told. They will tell him he is one of them, that since he is human he must also be a paladin, but it is a lie. Killing them is his objective.
They are weak when they leave their lions. The Champion waits, watching the paladins foolishly land and exit. How stupid of them. They're defenseless without the Lions, and he knows this fight will go quickly.
He straightens from his hiding place. They come for him, crying out a name that means nothing to him. He does not smile. He does not move.
He waits.
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Date: 2017-09-20 09:28 pm (UTC)He's been training for quite a while, and with his natural agility knows his staff quite well. He might not be a match for the Champion in pure power, but he does have a sharp mind, which hopefully will keep him upright at least for a while.
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Date: 2017-09-20 11:52 pm (UTC)He knocks out the smaller man, but hesitates once he's out cold. He should kill him, he knows. That's part of his objective. But something about him is important and he just can't.
The Champion pulls back, instead taking the downed commander as a prisoner. Maybe he can later manipulate the rebels into turning themselves in in exchange for their leader. it's not a great plan. Hell, it's not even a particularly good one, but he's uncharacteristically frazzled and it's all he can think at the moment.
Matt will wake aboard the Champion's ship, in his bed, with his wrists chained to the headboard. The Champion himself is in a chair, watching him.
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Date: 2017-09-21 12:33 am (UTC)So, when he wakes up, chained to a bed, he's a bit surprised, before the headache hits him and he winces. "Stars, you hit like a truck." He can't seem to open his eyes just yet. Everything is bright and everything hurts. "So, is there a reason I'm not a puddle on the floor of my base?"
He sighs, shifting just a bit and wincing. Ugh. Everything hurts.
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Date: 2017-09-21 01:02 am (UTC)It must be some command he was given at some point, he's sure. What else could it be?
"You tell me." His voice is even and steady.
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Date: 2017-09-21 01:17 am (UTC)"Takashi? Is... that you? What in the stars has happened to you?"
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Date: 2017-09-21 01:35 am (UTC)He brushes off the questions, instead asking a few of his own. "Who are you?"
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Date: 2017-09-21 01:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-09-21 01:45 am (UTC)"You know me." That much is obvious. "How do you know me? Why do I feel like I know you?"
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Date: 2017-09-21 01:50 am (UTC)He pauses. "Who do you think you are?"
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Date: 2017-09-21 02:04 am (UTC)Either way, this commander clearly doesn't need to be restrained. The Champion busies himself with getting him out of those cuffs, taking that time to think of a response.
"I'm not anyone. I'm the Champion."
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Date: 2017-09-21 02:08 am (UTC)"Do you remember how you became the Champion? Do you remember your first victory?"
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Date: 2017-09-21 02:10 am (UTC)There's a long pause before he answers. "No."
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Date: 2017-09-21 02:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-09-21 02:47 am (UTC)He spits out a curse and hunches forward, pressing both hands to his temples. His breathing is ragged, fingers digging into his skin as though trying to rip it away.
"I...I remember." His voice is halting and shaky. He doesn't understand what is happening here, but...Matt...
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Date: 2017-09-21 02:53 am (UTC)Tentatively, he reaches out his hands and gently puts them on Shiro's arms. "Talk to me. Tell me what you remember, and I'll help put the pieces together."
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Date: 2017-09-21 03:36 am (UTC)"I don't...I remember you. Hurting you, and you looked so scared." He licks his lips, shaking his head. "It's like trying to hold water in your hands. I can't keep it for long."
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Date: 2017-09-21 02:11 pm (UTC)He closes his eyes. "It was worse thinking you'd actually turned on me than the actual wound, really."
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Date: 2017-09-21 02:56 pm (UTC)And then the name comes to him. "Matt." It comes out softly, an exhale, almost a whisper.
"...What happened to me?"
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Date: 2017-09-21 03:04 pm (UTC)"I don't know what they did to you, but we're going to find a way to get you better, ok? I promise. Can you tell me what you do remember and we can go from there?"
He wants so badly to crawl in his lap and hug him tightly, but he holds back for now.
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Date: 2017-09-21 04:09 pm (UTC)"It's hard to think about." He chews his lip. "I can't hold on to it."
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Date: 2017-09-21 04:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-09-21 09:33 pm (UTC)He leans forward to rub at his temples again. All of this change and stress...he's got a terrible headache.
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Date: 2017-09-21 09:46 pm (UTC)Matt reaches out and cups Shiro's cheek. "Have you been with them the entire time?" Somehow, it's so odd, thinking that it's now him and Shiro together against the entire universe. Matt actually doesn't think he minds.
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Date: 2017-09-21 09:55 pm (UTC)"I don't know. I don't think so."
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Date: 2017-09-21 10:27 pm (UTC)A million things are racing through his head at the moment, trying to figure out what the next step should be.
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