driftfleet | Deep Dreams Are Made of These

Who: Keith, Huntress crew, Shiro, open text message
Broadcast: Text
Action: Huntress
When: The night of and morning after the visions/nightmares

[Darkness. Stars. It’s nighttime and the ground trembles. A deep underlying sense of panic permeates everything, tangible in the way your limbs shake and the expressions on people’s faces, though specific features seem to melt away. The darkness turns to red, and the red turns to fire… fire everywhere, uncontrollable and hungry. It burns at your limbs and for a brief second, you see a world-- a planet-- engulfed in a wave of red-orange death.

The background noise is a strange alien wailing, neither male nor female, but it is deep and you find you can almost understand the words. They are strong enough to be word-feelings, which makes them a little hard to concentrate on with the chaos otherwise found in the vision.

<Fire.> <Run.> <Help.>]

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on the huntress

[Keith jumped up in bed with a yell, breathing hard. He didn't have nightmares often, but that sure was one. He rubbed his face. Was that... tears? He looked at his hands for a moment, noticing that they were trembling. Keith hesitated, but then eventually reached for the communicator.

After speaking with Shiro, he made his way out to the common area for a bit. He needed to get out of his room. After the common area, he went to the shuttle bay to beat up the punching bag for a bit.]

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private to Shiro

hey

are you awake

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next morning, after seeing a few posts on the network

so a few people had these nightmare vision things

i think we should compare what we saw

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Whoa thats heavy. I feel I got off easy. I only got chased.

I wonder what these dreams mean.

Money on the implant somehow feeding us information. But why?

Are there any common thread between the people who had the dreams? Or was it just random?

you really think it was the implant?

i havent noticed a pattern yet

[Then again, he wasn't completely with it enough to put together the pieces in a way he could process it fully. He was just still gathering what he could and trying to get his head around all of it. He was tired and strung out. He'd get there, but he needed some time to process it.]

Well don't they feed us information on how to run our 'jobs' on the fleet? I don't see any reason why it couldn't effect our dreams.

Unless you have another lead on what it could be.

That's weird man. Could you give me a list of people that had the dreams? Maybe Pidge and I can spot something.

yeah

[Hunk had a good point. But it still felt like a warning, like they were headed towards something they needed to stop.]

i need some time

ive been watching the network

a lot of people are talking about what theyve seen

i can get stuff together for you from what ive seen already

[He just didn't have it fully organized, yet. It wasn't like he felt like sleeping much tonight anyway. He didn't want to see that planet get destroyed again.]

Yeah, just send me what you have so far. I can organize it as I'm going through it.

Who knows. Something might turn up.

Or its completely random but hey it kept our minds off the nightmare, right?

[Pause.]

You holding up okay?

ok yeah i can do that

more people working on it the closer well get to an answer yeah?

[Keith had his own pause as well. He debated just how much he wanted to tell Hunk. He knew the big guy was a chronic worrier when it came to the team and other things.]

im alright

just tired i guess

[Which was totally the same lie he dropped on Shiro once back before they'd gone to the Blade of Marmora base, but Hunk hadn't been there for that. In this case, Keith was glad this was still over text. He was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to hide it on video or over voice. Still, Hunk had a nightmare, too.]

what about you

are you ok

Me?

Yeah I'll be okay. Just a little shaken up.

Nothing a little midnight baking can't solve.

[There was another brief pause. Hunk knew Keith was the emotionally constipated type that would just hold it in until he was ready to burst.]

Try to get some sleep, okay?

I know you have that lone wolf thing going on. But we're lions.

So I guess that would make us a pride?

Anyways, point is you got people who got your back.

yeah

i know

thx hunk

midnight baking huh?

need a taster?

[He wouldn't mind the distraction.]

Yeah of course!

I bought some things to make real food the last time I was planet side.

That gel is not fit for human consumption.

it comes in flavors tho

unlike goo

but alright

youre on the heron right?

[Yes... distraction please.]

Hey now. I would take food goo over this junk.

At least goo has all the necessary nutrients one needs for your daily needs.

The gel is made of sadness and disappointment.

Yep, thats me. I'm on the Heron.

You coming over now?

[Okay... Keith wasn't going to argue with Hunk over food. That was just a losing battle. He knew when he was outclassed.]

if thats ok yeah

i can come over now

Yeah its fine.

Just... got to get started with the baking.

Oh! You can be my sous chef! It'll be fun!

i can be what?

whats a sous chef

You've never heard of it?

It's the chef's second in command. Basically you'll be my helper.

oh

ok

makes sense i guess

let me know when ur ready for me

You know what they say, there’s no time like the present!

You can come over now. No way I can sleep right now.

I’ll be in the kitchen getting things set up.

ok

ill be there soon

[And he was on his way!]

[True to his word, after getting off the comms with Keith, Hunk set off to the kitchen to start to gather all the baking essentials. Mixing bowls, spoons, aprons. Two. For the both of them.... But what to bake? That was the real question. Keith was probably a newbie so nothing too complex. Ah, cookies! Who doesn't love a good chocolate chip cookie? No one, that's who!

Having decided on the project, Hunk searched for the ingredients as he waited for his trusty sous chef to arrive.]

[It didn't take long for Keith to get over to the Heron. He wandered in, impressed with the kitchen. Keith stared for a moment, realizing that Hunk had been lucky to be assigned on this ship. He had a lot to work with in here.]

Nice kitchen.

[By the time Keith arrived, Hunk had gathered most of the ingredients neatly on the center aisle. Hunk beamed over the bag of flour he was carrying before setting it down on the table.]

I know, right? I got pretty lucky. It doesn't have everything but hey. Not complaining. Especially if my other options is.... food gel.

[Hunk's body shutter at the thought. But he quickly recovered, all smiles.]

So are you ready? I thought we do something easy for your first time.

Yeah. I'm not sure if we ended up with better food or worse compared to food goo, but yeah. But, like... the ones that get me are the "solids". Still not sure what that even is.

[Keith shrugged, then looked over the ingredients.]

Simple, huh? What did you have in mind?

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