You know what Hunk doesn't like? Being abducted into space on a mission to save worlds. What just happened? He was abducted into space in order to save worlds.
This isn't all true, though. Saving people? Feels great. Freeing the oppressed, helping the hungry and homeless. Bringing peace to wartorn lands? Hunk lives to see the aftermath of that.
Just the whole lead up to it is a lot and he's sure someone else could do it much better. But that doesn't stop his situation now! A boy in a purple hoodie on unsteady feet, suddenly transported from his comfortable room, new after his old home was destroyed in the Galra invasion of Earth. See? Nice new room. And now he's here in a cold, wet, depressing, and slightly creepy place? Come on! Not cool, universe. Not cool.
"Um... Hello? Can someone give me directions to a communications device. Or somewhere not here? Please. This isn't my favorite thing."
The Train
Hunk doesn't have a whole lot of choices in being here, does he? Well, okay. It's a lot? But he can handle a lot. He guesses if people still need him. But he'd love to be back home with his family. Wouldn't everyone, though?
He first checks out his cabin, his name plastered to the side of L3:B. It's... small. Way smaller than his room on the castle of lions. Where is he even supposed to put his nerd stuff? He guesses the journey home in the lions was just as cramped and didn't even have a mattress. But it's still a little disappointing. Oh well.
What's nice though? They're not serving goo. The vegetables are top quality, the kitchen has decent cooking tools and a pretty good oven, he is already going through the recipe cards with light in his eyes. "Oh man, even if this ends up some kind of alien pineapple, if it's convincing? I'll embrace it. And look at all this stuff. I could do a different meal almost every day of the month! It was always really rough to get good ingredients in space."
The lab car is also pretty amazing. He wanders around it, taking stock of supplies, gently eyeballing other people's inventions and knowing better than to touch but these look so cool. Okay, there are a lot of high points that he sees already. "Wow, everyone here's been really busy, huh? What type of materials do we have access to here?"
Train Take-Off
Okay, now that he has already 'settled'... kind of... he's ready to experience this whole 'wait for the train to take off' thing. And you know what? It's terrible. He didn't predict it would be so terrible. He had a tender stomach that got used to some pretty severe space combat. Motion sickness that often caused disaster for whatever enclosed area he was in. Stress-related intestinal issues that made that girthy belly of his become an orchestra.
But you know what? The train made this choice. It's gotta deal with him. And he might have moved beyond the point of throwing up at the way it speeds up? He comes damn close to revisiting it as a wash of brilliant colors slide past the window in luxurious nauseating patterns.
"Please tell me there's some kind of void Dramamine in the medical car? Space tums? I was not fully prepared for a train to travel with- nng..." hold on, he has to center himself, swallow. We good? ....Okay we're good. "Travel on literal nightmare fuel. I mean that out there causes bad dreams and hallucinations, right? Literal. Nightmare. Fuel."
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Hunk - Voltron - Purple Team
This isn't all true, though. Saving people? Feels great. Freeing the oppressed, helping the hungry and homeless. Bringing peace to wartorn lands? Hunk lives to see the aftermath of that.
Just the whole lead up to it is a lot and he's sure someone else could do it much better. But that doesn't stop his situation now! A boy in a purple hoodie on unsteady feet, suddenly transported from his comfortable room, new after his old home was destroyed in the Galra invasion of Earth. See? Nice new room. And now he's here in a cold, wet, depressing, and slightly creepy place? Come on! Not cool, universe. Not cool.
"Um... Hello? Can someone give me directions to a communications device. Or somewhere not here? Please. This isn't my favorite thing."
He first checks out his cabin, his name plastered to the side of L3:B. It's... small. Way smaller than his room on the castle of lions. Where is he even supposed to put his nerd stuff? He guesses the journey home in the lions was just as cramped and didn't even have a mattress. But it's still a little disappointing. Oh well.
What's nice though? They're not serving goo. The vegetables are top quality, the kitchen has decent cooking tools and a pretty good oven, he is already going through the recipe cards with light in his eyes. "Oh man, even if this ends up some kind of alien pineapple, if it's convincing? I'll embrace it. And look at all this stuff. I could do a different meal almost every day of the month! It was always really rough to get good ingredients in space."
The lab car is also pretty amazing. He wanders around it, taking stock of supplies, gently eyeballing other people's inventions and knowing better than to touch but these look so cool. Okay, there are a lot of high points that he sees already. "Wow, everyone here's been really busy, huh? What type of materials do we have access to here?"
But you know what? The train made this choice. It's gotta deal with him. And he might have moved beyond the point of throwing up at the way it speeds up? He comes damn close to revisiting it as a wash of brilliant colors slide past the window in luxurious nauseating patterns.
"Please tell me there's some kind of void Dramamine in the medical car? Space tums? I was not fully prepared for a train to travel with- nng..." hold on, he has to center himself, swallow. We good? ....Okay we're good. "Travel on literal nightmare fuel. I mean that out there causes bad dreams and hallucinations, right? Literal. Nightmare. Fuel."