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[gunmettle]

Nah, this ain't gonna be terribly hard.

[ Nor terribly ~romantic~ since he is literally going to look for a bag of frozen chicken nuggets. (Do not put this man near a deep fryer.) ]

Unless you want somethin' on the side. Salad?

[alienation]

[ A moment of thought, then he nods. ]

I will busy myself with that part—I've learned enough in the human vegetable regard, I believe.

[gunmettle]

Well, if you got any questions, let me know.

[ Time for... a cooking montage!! ]

[alienation]

[ There's an imaginary laugh track right before Lotor puts a scarily hot pepper into the salad instead of a piece of tomato, and an imaginary collective sigh of relief what that error is resolved.

What he ends up with is a large bowl of a... fairly simple salad, and yet its all cut and tossed meticulously. Like he might be decent at this food preparation thing, when he learns. ]

[gunmettle]

[ Thank god chicken nuggets are just easy to chuck in the oven so Juzo is there to catch the pepper fiasco. ]

You're really a stickler for detail, huh?

[alienation]

[ He's getting utensils now. ]

I must be. The Galra have been space-faring for a very, very long time, but even then you must be careful when living there. Any small mistake could be quite costly.

[gunmettle]

Heard a story or two from Harlock in that regard, as well.

[ Though Harlock still has that sort of messy air of pirate about him, which Lotor does distinctly not have. ]

I've been meanin' to ask. You military?

[alienation]

Yes, in a way. Though it's a touch more complicated than that.

[ He lightly drums his claws against the nearest surface, thoughtful. ]

I come from an empire that had conquered, or destroyed, most of the known universe. My father's tyrannical, and lengthy reign, you see. The Galra were always a people of war, and combat has been prized by them even before Zarkon's especially horrific rule.

There are hardly any options within the empire that are anything but that of a soldier, even for the emperor's own flesh and blood.

[gunmettle]

I take it you weren't much of a fan of dear ol' dad.

[alienation]

[ A completely humourless smile. ]

You could say that we had a difference of opinion.

[gunmettle]

[ He makes an amused noise ]

Just a little one, right?

[ Behind him, the oven dings. He moves to grab a pair of oven mitts and get the food out. He's surprisingly at home in here. Domestic gun man. ]

Wanna check for some condiments? Might as well get the full experience.

[alienation]

[ That gets an actual laugh, if a soft one. ]

Certainly.

[ He knows enough about condiments to get the right idea... ranch, ketchup, sweet and sour sauce, and... a packet of mustard and a packet of vinegar. Just in case?

And places it all next to the utensils and salad, on a booth table. ]

[gunmettle]

[ Juzo arrives a few moments later with two empty plates for the both of them, and a plate of chicken nuggets.

Dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets. It was all they had. ]

Careful, they're still hot.

[alienation]

[ A nod, but... he doesn't know what a dinosaur is, but he can tell they're Creatures(tm) of some kind. Time to sit down. ]

Oh, this is quaint.

[ He's poking some onto a plate with a fork, admiring the cute shapes. ]

[gunmettle]

Cute, huh? They make 'em into shapes for kids mostly.

[ He will pile a few on his plate. And some ketchup. ]

[alienation]

And not to instill early symbolic values of being a top predator, I assume.

[ maybe it's a good thing that the empire just eats purple blob goo... ]

[gunmettle]

Well... you'd be hard pressed to find a kid who didn't enjoy bitin' their heads off and dunking 'em in ketchup. But I think the point was more about makin' meal time fun.

[ So saying, he dips a stegosaurus nugget into said ketchup and pops it in his mouth. What happens to it after that? WHO KNOWS. ]

[alienation]

[ .... he must have missed something when he was admiring the nuggies. Surely. ]

Fun. That's important for their development.

[ He's going to put ranch on a tyrannosaurus rex. ]

I think this one may be my favourite.

[gunmettle]

What, the T-Rex?

[ Tilts his head. ]

D'you even know what dinosaurs are, out in space?

[alienation]

[ He considers, for a moment. ]

If you explain them, I may have an equivalent. The process of evolution is similar enough on many different planets to have a rough idea.

[gunmettle]

Guess the gist is they lived hundreds of millions of years ago.

[ He plucks up what is presumably a triceratops, or as close as one can get with a chicken nugget. ]

Most of 'em were massive in size, and most everything we know about 'em was put together by studying their remains. Kids love dinosaurs.

[alienation]

Oh, that's called archaeology, isn't it? There was history of some creatures that were on Daibazaal long before the Galra came into being, but almost all of that would have been long since lost.

[ Galra history usually focuses on... battle, anyway. ]

[gunmettle]

Archaeology, yeah.

Huh. Stands to reason that you and yours originated somewhere, but with all your talk about you bein' a space-farin' people, I didn't eve think about it. Daibazaal? Did somethin' happen to it?

[alienation]

[ (symbolically) bites the t-rex head off before answering: ]

Prior to my birth, the planet was evacuated and destroyed by the Alteans. A tragic end, but a seemingly necessary one—a rift had formed upon it, and had it been left to grow, would have eventually endangered the universe itself.

[gunmettle]

Damn, that couldn't have been easy to deal with.

[ Like before, he pops the nuggie in his mouth. What happens after that is a mystery. Juzo doesn't need to move his mouth to speak, and apparently neither does he need to move it to eat. ]

My condolences.