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Galran info and history

I wrote this for part of my Voltron season 7/8 rewrite, but you don’t have to know anything about that to understand this. I just wanted to make sure that you understand I’m not saying any of this is canon.

I love world building and hearing other’s world building ideas, so I thought I would share this separately from my rewrite for anyone who might find it interesting.

Before i get into the actual history, I want to bring up a concept about the Galra and their emotions.

This idea on how their emotions work came from a Voltron Con panel I could have sworn I once saw; though I haven't been able to find it again, so I fully admit that it could just be something my brain made up.

But what I remember during Q&A time, was someone asking if Keith's anger issues stemmed from his Galran genes; Lauren Montgomery responded saying that she's sure that was the case, and that the Galra have extreme emotions, and felt deeply.

That idea, that the Galra race was actually an extremely emotional race, was something that intrigued me, and I started building ideas off of it on how that would have affected them through what we knew about them in the series.

Some of this might contradict things Dayak said about the Galra’s history in "Omega Shield", but I don't hold her words as absolute truth, as the history of the Galra's origins could have been warped to fit Zarkon's twisted empire.

(Really though, that's just the excuse I'm going with if any of this history I made up doesn't really fit with show canon.)

That said, here's my version of Galran history:

The Galra, much like the ancient Vulcans in the main Star Trek canon, were an extremely emotional species. This was as much as a blessing as a curse; their emotions could lead to great empathy and peace as easily as it could lead to great anger and conflict. One small action from one tribe or person towards another could be taken wrong and set everyone off in long wars.

Through the years there were times of great upheavals and conflicts. Finally, in the last "War of the Tribes" the "Vrepit Sa" -as Dayak told- was made.

In the aftermath, the tribes realized their race would not survive if they continued this way and they decided to make a drastic change. Rather than continuing on as separate tribes, the survivors pulled together and united as one tribe, implementing a structured system, and a single Emperor to lead the species. They were still an emotional race, but now with a firm system in place, they could work through their issues using a universal law system.

With that, the race grew, prospered, and eventually became space faring. However, reaching the stars created problems, as coming into contact with races that did not follow the Galra's law started causing conflict once more.

Some species saw how the Galra's emotions were easily stirred, and took advantage of them. When the Galra realized this, war broke out for the first time in centuries, though this time it was the united Galra race against species that used and harmed them.

During one of these wars, the final battle happened on a planet called Feyiv.

In this battle, the Galra's current Emperor was killed, but instead of fleeing, another Galra stepped up and took charge. They ended up leading the Galra to victory as the other races retreated.

The Galra who had stepped up during the time of crisis was made the new Emperor, and the mountainside where they refused to retreat became a sacred site. A temple was built, and all future Emperors would go there to partake in the Kral Zera and ascend the Steps of Destiny in order to have the right to rule.

It was also during these wars that the term "Palen-bol" came into existence, as the Galra learned that through hardships and pain, they could be made strong.

Centuries went by, and over time Diabazaal became unstable from all the galactic wars.

A new and young Emperor, Zarkon, saw Daibazaal was going down a path of destruction, and decided he wanted to stabilize it. He sought out means to doing this, which eventually led him to meeting another young ruler of a peaceful race, Alfor of Altea.

Though the Galra were untrusting of other races due to the past, Zarkon came to see the genuine nature of Alfor and his people, and he and the Galra eventually embraced them as allies and friends.

This led Daibazaal to opening up to the idea of working with other races, rather than just opposing those who didn't live the same way they did. When Alfor introduced Zarkon to Blaytz, Gyrgan, and Trigel, the Galra flourished even further with all the new allies.

Eventually, when Zarkon and Honerva married, everything turned around for the Galran race, and they saw that they could peacefully exist with other races.

That's when the rift opened and everything came crashing down.

After Zarkon and Honerva were killed, Alfor was the one who took the responsibility to tell the Galra of their leader's passing. He led them in evacuating Diabazaal, and he and the other Paladins opened their own worlds to the Galra, embracing them as their own people.

Then Zarkon returned.

After having first lost their beloved rulers, then their home world, the Galra were in a state of devastation and their emotions pushed to the breaking point.

Now, here was Zarkon -who Alfor said had died- telling them that not only was that a lie, but that the one who spoke those lies was responsible for the destruction of their world.

At this point there already tattered emotions snapped, and seeing proof of Alfor's 'lies' in the form of Zarkon ‘alive and well’, the Galra turned on their allies, and attacked without mercy.

Hurt by the universe for the last time, the Galra rose up and united once more, this time deciding that the only way they could have peace would be to do what they did on Daibazaal, take control of everything and have it set under one ruling Emperor. Thus their conquest for the universe began.

It's at this point that Zarkon, now corrupted, began to twist the Galra's way of thinking.

Using their feelings of hurt and betrayal, he drove empathy out of his people, as it was their empathy that allowed them to open themselves up to other races and lose everything. In order to survive, they had to become strong, had to become powerful, had to conquer.

It was victory or death.

However, as the Galran mindset began to change, some resisted. A Galra named Marmora saw what Zarkon had become, and what he was pushing their people to be, and decided to do something about it. They united others who felt the same and began working against the Empire in order to save their people.

However, the one thing Marmora did agreed with Zarkon on, was that their race's emotions were the cause of many of their problems.

Though, Marmora thought the answer was to take a different route then Zarkon, and convinced their followers to temper and control their emotions. Their focus became seeking the truth to free the universe, and their own race from Zarkon.

For them it was knowledge or death.

When Marmora died, those who followed them took up their name and worked as the blade that would strike at the heart of Zarkon's Empire.

As the war went on, and the Galran Empire conquered more and more worlds, the Galra who remained on the worlds to set up colonies began intermixing with the different species.

When the mass inter species mixing was discovered by the empire, it was immediately discouraged and looked down upon, and great emphasis was put on the concept of being “pure blooded”. The majority of the Galra immediately stopped inter mixing, but it was too late.

Though the years the bloodlines became so intermingled that it caused the Galran race to go from looking like this:

To becoming as diverse as this:

Those who were of a mixed race did what they could to hide any evidence. Because of that, over the 10,000 years they forgot what their species originally looked like, and most modern day Galra have no idea of their mixed heritage.

Nowadays Galra only know another is 'half breed’ when the non-Galra parent is widely known of from the get go.

Which is why these four are specifically targeted as 'half breeds’ despite looking no less Galra then some of the others shown above:

Anyhow, that’s my idea for the Galran history in my version of season 7/8. Which, if you are interested in reading, can be found HERE Hope you all enjoyed.

Have a nice day!

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Kissing an Evil Emperor

It really wasn’t supposed to be like this. The day was going at such a slow pace. I have woken up, got dressed, and went down to the “evil” kitchen to get some breakfast. My significant other, the evil emperor Zurg, was once again going on a rant over how his most recent evil scheme to destroy Star Command was thwarted by his arch-enemy: Buzz Lightyear. Poor minions, Zurg was always too rough on the little guys. When he gets like this, I usually just wait till he’s at a cooling off point and then give him a back massage while giving him encouraging words. He’s stubborn at first, but when I start to moan out the phrases “My Emperor” or “My Champion” or “My King” he turns right back to his megalomaniac ways. Honestly, he’s so adorable when he gets like that. Today, however, was different, after he had finished taking his rage out on his minions, he instead actually turned to me. At first, I was scared he was going to continue his rant for me, it wouldn’t be the first time. But instead, he grabbed my hand and pulled me from my seat. “Empress Zurg” he demanded “we have matters to discuss. Come with me.” Knowing it to be better to obey my loves wishes, I got up from my seat and allowed him to pull me away from the area. I didn’t really have much say in Zurg’s plans for galaxy conquest, mostly since he was the one who came up with schemes. But if he ever needed someone to aid him in his goals, his Empress was always there for him. After going down a long path of winding hallways, we finally came to a stop. ...in front of a supply closet. “Zurg” I started “why did you bring me here?” I walked inside to look around, and he followed me in I was too distracted to find what he was looking for, that I didn’t even realize he had closed the door with a lock. With the light from the outside now blocked, the only source of light was emerging from the Emperor’s emblem. “Zurg...what are you- I then saw he was wearing a victorious smirk. The only time he made that face, was when one of his plans worked. “Oh dear, it seems I, the evil emperor Zurg, had accidentally imprisoned myself and my beautiful bride in this chamber of darkness.” I could tell he was pulling off his most dramatic voice he could, proving that he wanted this to happen. While I didn’t like the idea of being locked in a supply closet, if it meant that the Emperor and Empress of Planet Z got to spend some “personal” time together, then it was time for me to play along. I raised one of my palms to my forehead in an overdramatic way. “Oh, woe are we to be trapped in this prison of solitude. If only the handsome emperor would inform his lovely bride for the reason of this isolation.” Zurg takes both of his claws and pressed them against the wall, with my head in the middle. “After weeks of trying to topple star command with no success and dealing with unconfident goons, the evil emperor Zurg is in need of relief.” I give a seductive glance. “Oh, you are very sneaky my Emperor. He pulls his helmet off, exposing his face (which I won’t describe). There is a less than 3 inches distance between our lips. “Please my dear, call me Zurgy. For the moment, don’t view me as a ruler, see me as your husband.” I place my hands on the sides of his face. Never once breaking eye contact with his loving eyes. “Very well, Zurgy, give in to your passion.” “OH Kiss me my one and only!” I obliged without hesitation. Our mouths meet in a spectacle of desperation and passion. I moaned in content as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss and tasted each other’s mouths. He tasted like mint with a hint of grape. It was absolutely intoxicating. The longer I tasted him, the desire for more grew. So we just stood in the dark closet, sucking on each other’s lips like they were desperate for their oxygen. One of his hands pinning me to his chest, the other keeping our balance. While I held onto the side of his face and a tight grip on his shoulder. I can’t remember the last time we kissed like this. All previous time sessions lasted about less than 10 minutes, but it seemed like Zurg didn’t want this to end anytime soon. He licked my lower lip in a lustful moan, begging for entrance. I agreed and allowed entrance. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and fought for dominance with my own. It was a battle so fierce a galactic war couldn’t rival it. It wasn’t until we both needed air did we pull our faces apart, leaving a string of salvia between our mouths. But Zurg was far from done. His next area of conquest was my neck. He peppered it with hot and wet kisses, causing me to let out heavy moans. I grabbed onto his shoulders with all my might as he kept massaging my back and waist. I tried to call out his name, but he quickly claimed my lips once more as he continued the much-desired kiss. The whole universe seemed to disappear between us. Star Command, the galactic alliance, planet Z. They all seemed to disappear into thin air. All that mattered here and now was passion. The passion of a lonely emperor and his willing bride. The passion that could outshine any star. The passion that would never stop anytime soon. I felt electricity bolt through my body as a felt his claw begin to pull off my top. BANG BANG BANG We both shot up and pulled apart at the loud of the unexpected sound of the closet door being knocked on. Interrupting our session of love. “My Emperor, are you in there?” It was one of the grubs, probably going to give a status report. I felt kind of sorry for him. Because I could tell that Zurg was infuriated over this rude interjection. “WHAT IS IT!!?” Zurg shouted in rage. While still holding onto me. The grub outside could tell that Zurg was in a very bitter mood. But he continued. “W-well your evilness, we have a report from one of you spies about Star Command’s newest plans.” Zurg gave a huge sigh of disappointment, and so did I. We didn’t want to stop, but we had to. But before putting his helmet back on, he pulled into one more fierce kiss and whispered to me. “We shall continue this later my Queen. Be patient for your Emperor until then.” With one more quick peck, he pulled his helmet on and stormed out of the closet in rage. I, however, processed what he meant to say. My heart seemed to move at lightning speed. Gosh did I love that dork.

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Warning, this contains a closet making out with Zurg from Toy Story. There is no sexual content, but there is a moment when it almost happens. Also, this is my first time writing kissing scenes so it will be a bit rusty. Also, this is totally self-indulgent, and I would love you forever if someone made fanart of this. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. OKAY SO I WANT TO KISS EMPEROR ZURG, WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT??????!!!!

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