Father and I were on the hangar when the Doom destroyer carrying my siblings and Prince Lotor arrived. A Polluxian legion garbed in ceremonial yellow tunics and shiny helmets stood solemnly at the foot of the ramp. A big crowd had come to welcome them. They had brought banners with messages for Lotor and the ground was covered with a carpet of rose petals.

The main hatch of the vessel opened. Lotor stood there imposingly, his hand on his hip as he looked at us. A smiling Romelle was behind him.

We kneeled before him, and bowed our heads. �Hail Prince Lotor, son of Zarkon, master of Planet Doom!� The crowd cheered repeatedly.

I sneaked a look at him. Lotor is great�but my brother Avok is greater, he�s even greater than Voltron!

�Well King Cova,� Lotor said. �Are you ready to face the greatest robeast of them all?�

�Yes, I�m ready,� I replied, giving him a quick nod. �And eager to divide Planet Arus among us.�

The Prince smiled. �Very well, let the fun begin! Witch Hagar has created a masterpiece with Avok.� Then turning to Commander Cossack, he shouted, �Bring him!�

�Yes, sire,� he replied, placing a clenched fist to his chest and bowing.

We glanced back and saw a black casket being carried out from the destroyer. One of the Doom guards opened the box, and I was struck mute. My son looked completely different. He had cerulean features like Lotor and his eyes were golden and without pupils, like Cossack�s. He wore a gorget to protect his neck; a breastplate and backplate were buckled to his torso. They had fastened padded plates around his arms and legs and locked his feet into steel boots.

�Hagar says that the robeast she made of your son is her greatest creation,� Lotor volunteered. �He�s bigger and quicker than Voltron, and stronger too.�

The sunlight shone about him and reflected off his armor, until with squinted eyes I could only see him as a stranger bathed in light.

�Because Avok wanted to be a robeast,� the Prince continued, �Hagar could do wonders with him. He was able to absorb ten million units of thermal laser rays. No human has being able to resist half that amount.�

I nodded approvingly and then turning to my assistant, said, �Frans, did you send the ultimatum to Planet Arus?�

�Yes, Your Majesty.�

�Very well, in the meantime we�ll continue with the program.� Then turning back to my guest, I said, �Prince Lotor?�

But he didn�t reply. He seemed to be deep in thought. And I guessed they were pleasant thoughts, because of the mischievous smile on his face. How does the old saying go? He, who laughs alone, is probably remembering his evil deeds�or planning new ones?

�Prince Lotor,� I insisted, placing a hand on his shoulder.

He came out of his reverie. �Yes, King Cova?�

�We have prepared entertainment for you. After showing you to your chambers, we shall attend the Circus Maximus for the chariot races. Then we�ll have a banquet at the castle.�

He gave a quick nod. �That�s very nice of you, Your Highness. I�m eager to see how the Polluxians entertain themselves.�

{After the banquet, a secret meeting takes place in Polydeuces Castle. King Cova and the Polluxian Senate discuss their alliance with the Doom Empire}

�King Zarkon and Prince Lotor are fools if they think we will share Arus with them!�

�Your plan is brilliant, Your Majesty,� Frans said admiringly. �Not only are we going to conquer Arus, but we�ll finish Zarkon too.�

Jesper leaned forward. �We must destroy Voltron,� he remarked.

�That will be easy. My son is now the most powerful robeast of the galaxy, thanks to Hagar, Zarkon�s witch. I will dominate Arus and Pollux, and then the entire universe!�

�Hail King Cova!� the Senate chanted. �Hail Prince Avok!�

�Gentlemen,� I said, raising a placating hand. �I ask you to keep your enthusiasm to yourselves for the time being. We must hide this plan from Zarkon and Lotor.�

�Very well, Your Majesty,� they replied in unison.

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