driftfleet | 001 [Video/Action]

Who: Hunk and EVERYONE~
Broadcast: Open, Fleet wide
Action: SS Heron
When: Today

[A - Network/Video]

[Oh man, not again. Being kidnapped by some unknown alien force really needed to stop happening. What are even the odds of that? Is there a card you can get stamped? And just in case waking up alone in this very stark room wasn't bad enough, his head was killing him. Probably from the alien lo-jack that he felt behind his ear. Or... that's what he assuming the bump was. But he could worry about that later. He needed to find the others.

Shaking off the headache he slipped off the bed to head for the door. It was eerily quiet as he entered the Hospitably Deck and he paused. The place looked abandoned. Oooookay. This isn't creepy at all. He scanned the area, searching for anything that remotely looked like control panel and made a b-line for it.

The feed flicked on to reveal the image of a young man wearing quite the colorful space suit. His expression brightened seeing that the video was going through.]

There we go.... Hello? Lance? Guys? Is anyone picking up this transmission? This is Hunk, Yellow Paladin of Voltron and I have no idea where I am. I thought I saw a sign that said 'Hospitality Deck' but there doesn't seem to be anyone here. I'd at least expect cupcakes.

Except there is some smooth jazz playing in the distance somewhere? Which just makes me being alone even creepier.

If anyone is getting this, please respond.

[B - SS Heron Bridge]

[There was a sudden new surprise for the crew of the SS Heron. With a flash of confetti and the fanfare of tiny trumpets, a very confused looking Hunk was now standing in the middle of their bridge. He barely had time to send a broadcast let alone explore the previous ship he was on before he was whisked away again. Man, today just keep getting weirder.]

Hello? Anyone here?

[He picked the confetti from his hair as he scanned the room. Defiantly not on the Castle, but hey, its not galra either so... glass half full? And wait a second. Does his eyes deceive him? Was that a plate of chocolate pudding? It was that moment his stomach decided to make it's presence known. When was the last time he ate? Honestly, he couldn't remember which means it was too long. You know, you can't think when your tank is empty.

Sliding on over to the plate, Hunk picked up one of the small cups and was instantly filled with regret the moment its contents touched his lips. Blech! That wasn't chocolate! It was just paste to taste like chocolate which is just an insult to real chocolate! A wave of betrayal washed over his face as he stared down at the cup in his hands.]

Great.... I'm missing food goo already.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Oh, don't worry; there are kitchens. You can get creative with food but you gotta start from scratch. Helps that we stop periodically at waystations and planets and stuff so you can stock up. But the crap the Atroma supplied us with? Blech. It's all protein paste stuff. I already had my fill of that, thank you very much.

So what's your favorite food?

[Hunk couldn't help but to get his look in his eyes as he puffed out his chest. His culinary skills was something to took pride in.]

Oh you should see the magic I can whip up in the kitchen. I have done more with less. So it there is a kitchen, there will be a way.

Now that's a good question. If I was stuck on a desert planet with only one food to eat for the rest of my life... It would be burritos. You can do some many things with burritos.

What would yours be?

Oh man, one food for the rest of my life? [She sits back in her seat to think about it.] That's a hard one. Hm ... what about seasoning? Can I still have seasonings? Spices and salts and stuff? [Peebee has a hard time with commitment.]

And what's a burrito?

Hm, that's a good question. I didn't think about that. [Hunk seriously considered it for a moment.] If you're stuck with one thing, I could see you also being stuck with the seasonings that come with it. If it was any-

[He cuts himself off to give the asari a deadpan stare like she had just said something obscene.]

You don't know what a burrito is? Oh no no no. This cannot stand. I am going to have to make you one so you can fully understand the pure joy that is a burrito.

[Ugh the idea of being stuck with the same spices and such as well as the same food is really disheartening. She doesn't like this game anymore.

But she does lighten up immediately at his suggestion - nay, demand - to make her a burrito.]

You gunna give me an idea on what it entails? You know what, nevermind; no. I want to be surprised.

[Hunk grins. Challenge accepted. But wait... would they even have the stuff to he a burrito here? Now there is a truly terrifying thought.]

First I need to see if I have the right stuff to make a burrito. I'm not sure what they give us here. But I will find a way to make you one.

I don't think I caught your name. I'm Hunk.

Peebee. I'm on the Caprine, feel free to drop by whenever you get your ship assigned. I look forward to many culinary adventures in the future!