"Happy Birthday, Keith."

Story by Adele
Story Copyright 2002
A story based on the series, "Voltron, The Third Dimension"

The characters of Voltron are the property of World Event Productions.  All other characters are the copyright of Adele.  Please do not use them without asking for permission.  Thank you.


Chapter 3
Lotor's Gift to Keith

"Marvelous!" Lotor shouted. "You've outdone yourself this time, old crone!"

Hagar stood before Prince Lotor in his quarters on the Revenge, his personal flagship that was following the Doom fortress.  She had just laid out a plan before him...a way to dispose of Voltron's leader...  for good.

The old witch beheld a necklace that she had created...but not just any necklace.  This one was laced with a poisonous substance that could easily be absorbed through human skin.

Lotor turned his head to look out the window into deep space. "At last, I have a way to get rid of that meddling Voltron Commander!  Not only will his death leave way for me to cease Allura and Planet Arus, but Voltron as well!   Without Black Lion, there is no Voltron!  The universe will be mine at last...and Allura will be at my side to see it all happen!"

"And without Commander Keith, your plans for conquest can commence immediately!" Hagar added. "We can deliver it to him in time for his upcoming birthday!"

Lotor turned back to Hagar. "Yes, but... how do we deliver the birthday present?" he asked.

"I have a plan, Sire." she mused. "I need one of your slave girls."

"Why?" Lotor inquired. "Why do you need one of them?"

"Fool!  So I can use her to get close to Keith!  She can pass on our bittersweet present to him, by first gaining his trust.  Then, when she has him right were she wants him, we will strike!" Hagar explained.

"Who do you have in mind, Hagar?" Lotor asked. "Tell me!"

"I need a bitter, but beautiful slave girl.  We can promise her freedom in exchange for doing our bidding.  We need someone who will do what we ask at any cost."

"I will check with Captain Mogor, and see if he can find such a girl in our slave chambers below the Castle of Doom." Lotor said.

"She must be bitter enough that she'll do anything, Lotor!" Hagar reminded. "She must not have a soft heart!"

"Don't worry, Hagar," Lotor called back to her as he walked out of the door of his quarters. "She'll be so bitter, sour grapes will seem like sweet treats to you!"