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driftfleet2017-08-06 05:34 pm
legs4days) wrote in driftfleet2017-08-06 05:34 pm
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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.
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.
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You do? Aww and it's not even my birthday. [He chuckled.] I'll be better once I find some food around here. Being kidnapped by aliens really works up an appetite.
[His laughter fades.]
Ah... yeah. I did. What do you mean 'also'. Didn't everybody?
no subject
[Oh boy here comes that great, great question. Shiro shrugs.]
Our team? Yeah, but I'm from a few moments before you, guys. Other people around have aren't as lucky. Slav's alternate realities are a real thing.
no subject
Thats interesting.... [He raises a hand to his chin.] I agree that the others are totally from a different realities. But I think our group are from the same reality since we remember the same things. I mean. If we were from alternate realities, we would be different. Like Keith could be purple. Which sadly, I saw him, he was not. How funny would that have been if Keith turned galra? [Chuckles to himself before shaking his head.] Are you familiar with time-space? Where time and space are connected? And how we move within that space determines the flow of time? Uh... nevermind. Just think of it as a loaf of bread. How objects move in that four dimensional space determines how we cut the bread. We happen to be back on the same slice.
Man, now I want toast.
no subject
[He isn't sure Keith would appreciate that, honestly. They'll love the Red Paladin no matter what, but it would probably still make things kinda awkward for a while, just like the first time.
He lets Hunk ramble, and it's a really, really, REALLY good thing that Shiro is supper happy to see him again, otherwise he would be bothered by the sudden Slav flashbacks.]
Yes, Hunk, I'm aware of the theories. Different version of the same people have appeared here anyway, I just wanted to be aware of that. Why don't you go get that toast while you tell me how much you understand of what's going on?
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Well yeah, parallel dimensions are a thing. I was just saying as far as I can tell with us, we're all from the same one. [He shook his head. Moving on.] I just got here so I don't really know myself. But I talked with Pidge and we have some working theories that we're going to follow up on. I'll keep you posted on what we find out.