#corruptedhunk!

     “That’s a suit I haven’t seen in awhile.” 

‘Hunk’ remarked; staring down at the dopplganger with disdain, “In fact, it’s been three years since I wore that outfit. I believed the same thing you did. I proudly declared my loyalty to Voltron and the coalition. That obviously changed when the coalition failed.”

The now ex paladin removed the prisoner’s helmet from his clone’s head, tossing it to the side without any care to it, 

“It all began with you.” Hunk took off his chest plate, again throwing it to the side like it was just garbage to him. However, underneath his stone cold demeanor. The corners of his mouth twitched. 

   “Pidge. You need to eat.”

Hunk said as he stood in front of her cell. He might not be the best person to offer her food. Seeing as he literally had the paladins captured by the Galra. Not that he meant to. He was under their control as well, sporting a Galra armor. The ones usually made for engineers. 

There was some concern hinted in his voice. Evidence that not all of Hunk is gone.  

Hunk looked at the pad to Pidge’s cell. He wasn’t even supposed to be here right now. Yet, he was here. 

He placed his hand on the pad, allowing himself to enter the cell, “You’re going to starve.”

      There was some resemblance of guilt residing inside him. Hunk tried to ignore it as he stared down at the blue lion. It was not the lion he wanted in custody. He was after the black lion. However, blue was the first one he had bumped into. 

“Guessing you were looking for your former paladin?” Hunk inquired. They had  Lance in his custody as well. Alive, but injured from the torture sessions that were inflicted on him, “I guess you still care for your pilot even after he switched to Red.”

      “Kolivan.”

Hunk stared at the rebel with his cold emotionless eyes, “By orders of Zarkon. I hear by declare that you are to be executed for your treacherous crimes. He graciously decided to hand that responsibility over to me.” Knowing fully well that he was not going to surrender easily. He pulls out a cannon similar to his bayard.

“With that being said, where’s Keith?” He heard that he had left the area. However, he didn’t know where he had gone.

Hunk had his orders. Bring all the Paladins of Voltron to the Galran empire willingly or not. 

      “Lance?”

This Hunk sported Galran armor. The one that their engineers wear on their vessels. Hunk stared at Lance with confusion evident across his face. Wasn’t Lance supposed to be--dead? Hunk shook his head rapidly. Probably, not his Lance. 

“Where’s your lion?” He kicked at him rather harshly, “Is she nearby?” If Lance was here. So, was red. Hopefully. The Galra have only retrieved his lion. But, the rest were scattered. Who knows where they are right now.

“Answer me.” Impatient, he grabbed Lance by the arm and yanked him up to his feet.

     “You annoy me.”

Hunk pushed Ezor’s hand away from his face in irritation. She had been waving her hand in front of him for several minutes straight. He thought ignoring her would do it. Hopeful, she would get bored and bother someone else. That sadly wasn’t the case.

“Unless, Lord Zarkon assigned me on another mission or you’re here to update me on anything new regarding the Black Paladin’s escape. It’s best you go away.”