Hey, I'm back. I don't know why these are so short... Anyway, feel free to comment, thanks for reading, and hope you enjoy!

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Hunk's POV:

The only good thing about the prison: it had decent food. I knew of a bunch of other ways to improve it, but was too freaked out to tell the guards. They probably wouldn't have listened or cared anyway.

Let's see, what happened? Well, my Lion and I were shot out of the sky around central North America. I blacked out, and woke handcuffed in a solitary confinement chamber like I was some sort of psychopath.

I couldn't cry anymore, I ran out of tears. And I was almost hyperventilating. Not the best way to stay calm and sum up the situation. But I was petrified, and you'd be too if you were in my shoes.

No armor. No bayard. No friends. And no Lion. I hoped Yellow was okay. I missed the others. I missed Voltron. I even missed the food goo at the Castle of Lions. Okay, maybe the fear was making me a little delirious there for a minute.

I thought it would be cool to see my parents again, tour the world with them and experience so much new cuisine. It may not be as good as what I would've tasted in space, but you never know until you try, right?

The Lion was one of the fasted machines I've ever seen or driven, faster than any Earth vessel. It could lap the world in half a minute, and would make long world travel trips a thing of the past.

I hadn't even seen my parents yet, and I could only imagine how they'd react when they saw my name on the news report, describing me as some alien impostor or traitor to the human race.

Me! I'm like, the least threatening Paladin ever. Geez, I wonder how they're treating Shiro or Keith. Or Pidge for that matter, if they really set them off.

Of course, they came and asked me questions, and who was I to lie?

"Name?"

"Hunk Garett."

"Explain the mechanical cat."

"It'samagicalflyingrobotlionfromspace.MyfriendsandIpilotfiveofthemtoformVoltron,agiantrobotthatprotectsthegalaxy." 

[It's a magical flying robot lion from space. My friends and I pilot five of them to form Voltron, a giant robot that protects the galaxy.]

"Uh, and who were the others that also had these machines?"

"OurleaderisTakahashiShirogane,wecallhimShiro.HepilotstheBlackLionandisthehead.KeithKoganefliestheRedLionandistherightarmandsword.KatieHolt,thoughsheprefersPidge,isthepilotoftheGreenLionandformstheleftarmandshield.LanceMcClainpilotstheBlueLionandistherightleg,whileIpilottheYellowLionandformtheleftleg."

[Our leader is Takahashi Shirogane, we call him Shiro. He pilots the Black Lion and is the head. Keith Kogane flies the Red Lion and is the right arm and sword. Katie Holt, though they prefers Pidge Gunderson, is the pilot of the Green Lion and forms the left arm and shield. Lance McClain pilots the Blue Lion and is the right leg, while I pilot the Yellow Lion and form the left leg.]

The interrogator then thanked me for the cooperation and left. I smothered a snort when I heard him and another officer mutter outside the door.

"Did you get any of that?"

"No idea."

Once I slowed my rapidly beating heart, I started wondering how I was going to find the others. 

But first, I was going to tell these people how to cook. The prison food was absolutely horrible, and I was known for shoving random alien food into my mouth without a second thought.

Maybe the food goo wasn't so bad after all.