No clue. Mannn, should've asked Coran the average day-night cycle for this outpost...
Hang on, hang on a sec. Don't get up, I'm gonna check on Yellow. [And go find some of those supplies, too. It's not easy to do in the dark but Hunk knows the inside of Yellow almost as well as his childhood bedroom, and even on his side he doesn't have much trouble navigating around to the pilot chair. There's the supply bag, in a manual compartment below it, but first...
Hunk circles around the chair, reaching up to place a hand on one of the controls. He clings to the chair, listening desperately; he and Keith will need to leave if they don't want to be captured, but that means abandoning Yellow to the Galra.] Come on buddy, [Hunk whispers, squeezing the throttle. He doesn't know how long he stands there, listening painstakingly for a response that never comes.
Eventually he has to give up, not without great reluctance, and he stops to place a hand on the console first.] I'll come back for you, buddy. I promise.
[It hurts, much more than he thought it would, but Hunk still draws out the supplies bag and slings it over his right shoulder before feeling his way back to Keith.] Okay, I've got the stuff. We should get moving.
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Hang on, hang on a sec. Don't get up, I'm gonna check on Yellow. [And go find some of those supplies, too. It's not easy to do in the dark but Hunk knows the inside of Yellow almost as well as his childhood bedroom, and even on his side he doesn't have much trouble navigating around to the pilot chair. There's the supply bag, in a manual compartment below it, but first...
Hunk circles around the chair, reaching up to place a hand on one of the controls. He clings to the chair, listening desperately; he and Keith will need to leave if they don't want to be captured, but that means abandoning Yellow to the Galra.] Come on buddy, [Hunk whispers, squeezing the throttle. He doesn't know how long he stands there, listening painstakingly for a response that never comes.
Eventually he has to give up, not without great reluctance, and he stops to place a hand on the console first.] I'll come back for you, buddy. I promise.
[It hurts, much more than he thought it would, but Hunk still draws out the supplies bag and slings it over his right shoulder before feeling his way back to Keith.] Okay, I've got the stuff. We should get moving.