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.
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.
[ 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. ]
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. ]
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. ]
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?
[ (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.
[ 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. ]
It's alright. I believe that it was the only option available to the Alteans. [ ... no, maybe he doesn't want to elaborate just yet. ] I'd like to hear more about where you are from, really.
Some parts of it, sure. Not like I live on a spaceship. I live in a city. It's dingy and run down unless you got the money to stay far, far away from the slums - which I definitely don't.
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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.
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[ 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?
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[ 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.
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You could say that we had a difference of opinion.
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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.
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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. ]
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Dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets. It was all they had. ]
Careful, they're still hot.
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Oh, this is quaint.
[ He's poking some onto a plate with a fork, admiring the cute shapes. ]
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[ He will pile a few on his plate. And some ketchup. ]
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[ maybe it's a good thing that the empire just eats purple blob goo... ]
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[ So saying, he dips a stegosaurus nugget into said ketchup and pops it in his mouth. What happens to it after that? WHO KNOWS. ]
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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.
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[ Tilts his head. ]
D'you even know what dinosaurs are, out in space?
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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.
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[ 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.
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[ Galra history usually focuses on... battle, anyway. ]
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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?
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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.
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[ 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.
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It's alright. I believe that it was the only option available to the Alteans. [ ... no, maybe he doesn't want to elaborate just yet. ] I'd like to hear more about where you are from, really.
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Anyway, he knows when it's time to drop a topic of conversation, so he moves right along with Lotor. ]
My world? Guess I can answer a few questions if you really wanna know, but I can't promise they'll be exciting. Fire away.
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The technology and infrastructure—is it comparable?
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