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[Being core members of the Voltron coalition meant that sometimes the team had to spread their forces thin in order to take care of everything that required their attention. Sure, they had other allies who could hold their own -the Blade of Mamora for example- but it had a little more impact if the paladins themselves saved a colony or planet, as opposed to more Galra.

In other words: politics.]

I mean, I understand what Coran was saying but I still think it's kinda dumb, right Keith? [Undeterred by Keith's noncommital 'uh huh's and 'yeah's, Hunk continues on as he follows Keith's lead and slows down his approach. They're going to have to try and sneak up on this installation or risk the Galra retaliating against the captured techs for calling for help.] They've been around way longer than we have, and fighting for way longer too! It kinda feels like we're shoving them out of the way to get all the glory. Not that that's what we're doing, but it sure feels like that's what we're doing. I guess in the end it doesn't really matter who gets the job done so long as the people are saved, but it still leaves a bad taste in my mouth. Right? Do you have a bad taste in your mouth too, Keith?

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Uh.

[Okay, in his defense, it looked more climbable from a distance. Maybe he chose poorly.

He doesn't want to make light of Hunk's concerns before though. Both of his injuries and how he treats the team when it comes to asking for help.]

..If you can carry me on your back, don't worry about my rib.

[. . .]

Are you saying that because you're Keith, or are you saying that because you don't think your rib will suddenly fracture and puncture your lung, causing you to drown in your own blood while I hold you in my arms and do nothing but develop severe PTSD that will affect me for however long I have left to live?

[. . .]

I'm saying that because normally I'd do it by myself, but you're here and I trust you to carry me up without me getting hurt.

[He feels like he should add to this.]

If you wanted.

Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool. At once both reassuring and terrifying, a Keith Special. [PRESSURE'S ON, but at least Keith doesn't think he's so hurt that he'll definitely get hurt MORE.

Hunk situates the survival gear so that he's carrying it across his chest before lowering himself down to a knee and holding his arms out.] Ah, uh, be careful of my left. S'better with the drugs, but, y'know...

[It's cool. Just one guy giving another guy a piggyback ride up a treacherous slope, nothing to worry about that.

He carefully climbs onto his back, arms around his neck loose and makes sure he's not digging his knees into Hunk's sides. He feels secure so.]

Okay. Okay, got it.

[Hunk hefts him up like it's easy, because it is. Keith isn't an inconsiderable amount of weight, but compared to Hunk he might as well be. Whether or not he was carrying anybody it would still be treacherous, and he has to test every footstep not just because falling down could actually be fatal for people in their condition but also because he's Hunk and scared.

He doesn't fall, though. And he keeps at least one hand hooked under one of Keith's legs at all time, two when he can spare them. At least this is distracting him from doom and gloom!]

[The whole way up, Keith keeps mostly quiet so he doesn't distract too much. Talks every now and then when the silence is too much though, mostly about flying. It's something he knows and is good at, so it's easy one sided conversation when Hunk can't respond.

At the top though, he's realized how tired he still is. He's almost asleep on Hunk's back but wakes again when there's open air blowing at them.]

Great job, Hunk.

[Truth be told, even if Hunk was breathing too hard to keep up decent conversation or concentrating on not dropping Keith, their supplies or himself, his voice in his ear was...soothing. It was just Keith, talking about something he liked, just making conversation like they're just hanging out and not struggling to survive.

Keith always does that, and it's something he shares with Shiro; they have a way of making the terrors in Hunk's head quiet down for a minute, have the ability to grab him from whatever tunnel he's burrowed into and make him see the bigger picture before breaking it into sizeable chunks.

It's nice. And honestly, if he had to be stuck in a situation like this with anybody, he'd choose Keith. As long as Keith is conscious, is doing okay, Hunk's gonna be okay too.]

Oof, thanks, [Hunk pants, carefully letting Keith slip from his back before bending over with his hands on his knees. No, wait, supposed to lift your arms, so he reaches up and takes a few deep breaths before taking his helmet off and looking around f-]

Oh man...oh man, we really crashed crashed. [The trench dug by Yellow's collision with the jungle is huge and long, and the Galra base is barely visible in the distance. They'd gotten far.]

[He sits before he lays on his back because exhaustion is a real thing happening here. He feels bad for it because he's barely done anything to warrant it, but here he is, struggling to keep his eyes open.

But at the mention of their crash, he sits up on his good elbow and looks over the side.]

Jeez... I knew it was far but... It might take them a little while longer to get to us than I thought.

[Well. There's not much they can do about that. He looks around the area and there's enough suitable drybrush around, so he pushes himself up to start picking up what he can reach without standing.]

Okay. Fire for now. [A small admission that... yeah he's really cold without actually saying it.]

Is that okay? Even with us up on the cliff? [Keith had mentioned something about cover but shit, Hunk doesn't know this stuff. ....but maybe he should stop arguing because he likewise wants a fire, if only for some dang light]

[He nods, starting to carefully pile what he can. It's not a pretty pile but it works.]

If we keep it small, we can try to put it out quick if we need to. Grab some rocks and put it around this pile.

[Yes, good, task. Hunk gathers up some larger rocks to stack around it in a circle, watching with interest as Keith sets up the fire.] D'you think I could use that for cooking?

[He hadn't considered it since they didn't have any like. Pots or anything.]

I mean probably?

[Keith tries to knee but no matter which knee he focuses on, his bad leg aches. But he's got to start working on this, doing it the old fashioned way with sticks and friction.]

Have something in mind?

[Looks around...] We can't exactly catch any animals right now, and I don't know if we can even eat the animals around here...but I do know the plants.

Gimme ten minutes. [There's a wooded area further back from the cliffs, and already Hunk sees a few things he can use, so here, have that water and just hang out by the fire, he won't go too far.]

...Right.

[He watches Hunk go and some part of him is worried already. But he shouldn't be. Hunk's been shown to take care of himself just fine, he just... Wishes he could get up and go too.

He focuses instead on what he can do, and after a solid twenty or so minutes, he gets a small fire going. Makes sure it's covered from the cliff as best he can with some underbrush and rocks and leans back against the biggest rock nearby.]

[Keith's got nothing to worry about; Hunk comes lumbering back with an armful of forest goodies, which he drops down next to the fire as he sinks to his knees and starts preparing. Look, this is cooking. He can't fight and he can't be brave and he can't start a fire, but he can carry stuff and he can cook. Just those fruit things, as good as they are, won't be enough.

He spreads out two big leaves before taking various mushroom-looking things and plucking off stems and leaves, breaking bits in half. There are a couple nutlike pieces that he cracks under a rock before crumbling the insides over the chunks and then he wraps them both up in the thick leaves to make two packages and then just chucks them right into the fire.] There! Let that cook until those leaves go black. It ain't steak and potatoes, but it'll be pretty good.

...or it should be. I'm experimenting a little, tell me what you think.

[When Hunk comes back, Keith's eyes shoot open. He definitely didn't fall asleep again, not at all. He can smell some of the things Hunk brought back, but he watches eagerly what Hunk does to prepare it all.

It's all new to him. Honestly, back on earth, his favorite food was beans straight out of a can cold, so everything Hunk does? Amazing. Whatever comes out, he's sure it'll taste delicious.]

I will.

[The silence is comfortable though, now with that crackling of a fire so it's not too eerie.]

[Keith......no.............never say that aloud or Hunk will openly weep]

...you wanna sleep while we wait? You did the most running around today and you were on patrol before that.

[Hunk you saw his shack, his table was cinderblocks and a piece of plywood. What else would you expect.

But he looks at Hunk, kind of glad for the dark so it's not so obvious how exhausted he is.]

You sure? Could keep you company. [He worries.]

[don'T SAY IT]

I'll wake you if I get scared. [He will, too. He'll wake you and he'll cling to your arm.]

[The corner of his lip turns up in a little smile. With that, Keith settles in against his big rock and watches the fire. Watches the flames flicker and Hunk's face on the other side of it, glad they're at least safe. They'll figure all this out.

They'll be fine.]

[Hunk spends his time alternating between stripping them some twigs to use as chopsticks, taking a drink of water, finishing that fruit gourd he'd started on earlier, and watching the firelight flicker against Keith's armor and face, like he belongs to it. It's really peaceful for a while.

...for a while.

After a moment though, Hunk comes to realize that he can hear some kind of animal cries echoing up from the forest below. Probably normal nighttime stuff. Maybe like, lizards looking for girlfriends or boyfriends or something. Totally just lizard mating calls, or frogs, or not a grunting growling reptilian monster waiting to scale the cliff with its razer sharp claws to feast on a chunk of Hunk.

...........OH WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT THE LEAVES ARE DONE, gonna nudge Keith before fishing those out with a couple sticks.] Okay, food's up, also what do you think that sound is? Probably just a little frog, right? Space bullfrog?

[He jerks awake at the poking, still tired and bleary eyed and trying to get a read on the situation before he settles down again. Right. Cliff. Hunk. Waiting for the team.

He sort of smells what Hunk's cooked and watches him fiddle with getting it out of the fire, but Hunk is doing that thing when he's nervous and asking a million paranoid questions.]

I don't- I don't know. Probably?