[ The Galra had found something. That was the extent of Thace's knowledge on the matter thanks to how tightly guarded high command is keeping their communications. Despite his promotion and proximity to the inner circle of the Emperor, they keep things tight-lipped; getting intel on the matter back to Kolivan, almost impossible. It's only by chance that he happens to hear two of the Druids conversing as they move, the ghosted whispers of being he knows well to avoid by now.
He doesn't get more than "Quintessence" and a ship cargo designation, but that's all he needs to act. When the ship pulls in to dock and its cargo secured, set for high command's deepest levels, Thace breaks in, intending to do no more than trace a log of the cargo's origin, destination, and contents. He expects it's to do with the Witch's never-ending Quintessence experiments.
What he doesn't expect to find is the hold empty of everything but a single cryo-chamber and a single occupant.
He hedges closer, uncertain and cautious, and nearly loses his breath when he gets close enough to see through the fog within.
Pale skin, pale hair. Pointed ears. Markings, which can only mean one thing--an Altean. ]
Impossible...
[ it comes out a murmur as he quickly scans the chamber, but what pops up? Is not a listing of information. Just an error message which tells him the device in front of him does not exist.
This is beyond top-secret. Thace curses. Handing an Altean over to the Emperor after his bloodthirsty drive to find Voltron...no. It isn't an option. So instead of sending the chamber onto its final destination Thace does something incredibly risky, incredibly stupid, and incredibly necessary.
He redesinates the codes on the chamber and switches it with one holding a prisoner, takes the chamber himself, and ships them both off base. Once it's just him and a few reprogrammed sentries on board Thace returns to the frozen chamber and slowly keys in the codes, waited with bated breath as air hisses upon release and the door opens. ]
the setting is in the username :'D
He doesn't get more than "Quintessence" and a ship cargo designation, but that's all he needs to act. When the ship pulls in to dock and its cargo secured, set for high command's deepest levels, Thace breaks in, intending to do no more than trace a log of the cargo's origin, destination, and contents. He expects it's to do with the Witch's never-ending Quintessence experiments.
What he doesn't expect to find is the hold empty of everything but a single cryo-chamber and a single occupant.
He hedges closer, uncertain and cautious, and nearly loses his breath when he gets close enough to see through the fog within.
Pale skin, pale hair. Pointed ears. Markings, which can only mean one thing--an Altean. ]
Impossible...
[ it comes out a murmur as he quickly scans the chamber, but what pops up? Is not a listing of information. Just an error message which tells him the device in front of him does not exist.
This is beyond top-secret. Thace curses. Handing an Altean over to the Emperor after his bloodthirsty drive to find Voltron...no. It isn't an option. So instead of sending the chamber onto its final destination Thace does something incredibly risky, incredibly stupid, and incredibly necessary.
He redesinates the codes on the chamber and switches it with one holding a prisoner, takes the chamber himself, and ships them both off base. Once it's just him and a few reprogrammed sentries on board Thace returns to the frozen chamber and slowly keys in the codes, waited with bated breath as air hisses upon release and the door opens. ]