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"Galaxy Garrison flight log 5-11-14, begin the descent to Kerberos for rescue mission."
"Lance, can you keep this thing straight..?"
"Relax Hunk I'm just getting a feel for the stick. It's not like I did this!" Lance began to manoeuvre the ship in a way to make the already ill-looking Hunk more sick "Or this!" The grin on Lance's face grew wider as he turned the ship in a different direction.
"Lance quit it, your gonna make him puke!" I said in protest of his actions "Yeah, knock it off, man!" The sick boy agreed.
"We picked up a distress beacon!"
"All right look alright look alive team, Pidge track coordinates and Misora help me fly this baby." He gave me his usual flirtatious grin which I ignored every time.
I was put on this crew temporarily after my best friend left the Garrison our team was the best in the program but after he left I was placed as co-pilot and our team was split up. Now I'm stuck with barf baby, geeky boy, and Mr I think I'm so spontaneous and hot!
Honestly, they have good hearts and I'm proud to call them all my friends I just wish Keith could have met them too.
Hunk continued to complain and pleaded with us to stop as Lance and I piloted the spacecraft and begged, the hydraulic stabilizer had gotten damaged Hunk's face began to show more signs of him needing to puke but he was still ordered by Lance to fix it.
Pidge had lost contact due to the shaking of the ship interfering with the sensors, more and more there was one problem after another
"Never mind fellas, thar she blows. Preparing for approach on visual."
"I don't think that's advisable with our current mechanical and... gastrointestinal issues." Pidge and Hunk both disagreed.
"Lance please, please, please don't do this," I argued with Lance's intentions.
"Stop worrying. This baby can take it, can't you champ?" he cooed at the vessel it then shook violently and a look of confusion and worry plastered on Lance's face. The brunette continued to give out more declarations to us which we all compiled hesitantly, not long after Hunk reached his breaking point and pucked into the gearbox "Attention lunar vessel, this is Galaxy Garrison Rescue craft One Victor Six Three Tango. Coming in for landing and extraction against crew recommendations..."Pidge side-eyed Lance.
