2017 Platonic Voltron Legendary Defender Month

How Lance Got Promoted To Fighter-Class (Day One: Garrison Days)

Hunk groaned as Lance slipped out the door of their room. He just really, really wanted to spend the evening curled up in bed with the latest edition of Gourmand Monthly, but Lance, being the annoying little quiznac that he was, was set on ruining Hunk's prospects for a quiet evening.

At the Garrison, if your roommate snuck out and got into trouble, you were punished too. This was supposed to motivate the cadets to stay in their rooms, but Lance never was one to consider too seriously other people's feelings of doubt, especially not Hunk's, once he had learned that Hunk wasn't inclined to take a bunch of stupid risks like he was. Hunk thought Lance could be exceedingly stupid, and that if he could just look at things seriously--and with a good deal more modestly--he might have made it to becoming a Fighter-Class pilot. But as it was, Lance was currently wandering the corridors of the Garrison after hours, and it was Hunk's duty to bring him back to their room without anybody noticing either of them had ever left. With one last, longing glance the Gourmand Monthly lying temptingly on his bedside table, Hunk snuck out the door, shutting it silently behind him.

Now that Hunk was outside his room, he didn't really know where to start. Lance was nowhere to be seen. Luckily, their room keys were trackable, and Hunk, being an engineer, knew enough from his classes that he could hack into one of the control boxes located at the end of each wing of the Garrison and find Lance in a matter of minutes. Nervously glancing around him, Hunk began to move down the corridor, in the direction of one of said control boxes.

It didn't take him long to locate Lance's room key. Hunk breathed a sigh of relieve as he realized Lance was quite nearby, in the flight sim corridor. Only a moment later, Hunk realized that most unluckily, Lance wasn't alone in the corridor. In fact, from the direction his and the accompanying Senior Officer's dots were moving on the screen, it looked as though he was about to be caught.

Hunk swore under his breath. He had maybe 90 seconds at most to get to Lance if he was going to stop him from walking right into another meeting with Iverson. Abandoning all pretense of being careful, Hunk ran as fast as he could to the flight sim corridor.

"Lance!" Hunk scream-whispered, "What are you doing?"

Lance didn't bother to keep his voice down. "Oh, hi Hu--"

"Lance."

Lance turned around and gave Hunk finger guns. "Decided to join? Can't resist a little adventure, signature McClain style?" He waggled his eyebrows and ginned.

"You're about to walk right into--" Hunk groaned and put his face into his palm as a Senior Officer rounded the corner just in front of them.

Lance, still with his back to the officer, was unaware for a moment that anything was wrong, and, as Hunk watched, frozen in horror, he continued to walk backwards, a couple more steps, until he bumped right into the officer.

"Wha--?" Lance looked up, eyes widening as he realized what had just happened. His face assumed the familiar resigned look it usually took on when he was caught for Doing Something Stupid, thought Hunk, as the Officer lead them towards Commander Iverson's office.

They weren't the only ones in trouble that evening, apparently. They were made to wait outside while Iverson finished up dealing with another cadet. From their position outside the door, they could hear raised voices coming from inside.