Prologue

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Lotor breathed sow and weakly. It had been a Phoeb since he had been banished from the galra empire. 4 Quintets since he ran out of supplies.

"Well, I suppose this is where I die." Lotor whispered to himself.

He was starving. Very Thirsty. And his ship had been attacked earlier so the hip wound didn't help.

He was almost too delicious to notice when red lights started to flash and see the planet he was crashing onto.

"Well, goodbye Cruel galaxy...." 

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