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Subj: HRH Update
Date: 06/20/2001 12:43 PM
From: thekitties@hrh-hq.org (The Three Hunkateers)
To: cheesy@hamstersrock.net (Cheesy), dustin@memberhrh.org (Dustin), hunkyellowlion@castlearus.com (Hunk), jenn@memberhrh.org (Jenn), capnkeith@castlearus.com (Keith), lcd@memberhrh.org (Lady Cyberdragon), big-red@castlearus.com (Lance), thebrains@castlearus.com (Pidge), gladiator@castlepollux.com (Prince Bandor), capnsgirl@castlearus.com (Princess Allura), autumn@memberhrh.org (Princess Autumn), goldilocks@castlepollux.com (Princess Romelle), papabear@castlepollux.com (Sven), turbo@superheroes.net (TomTurbo17), wildblade@memberhrh.org (WildBlade)
Hi Everyone!
As you all know, for months now, we've been planning the first annual HRH Fourth of July BBQ. Well, the time is near, our friends. We'll be meeting that morning at HRH Headquarters, Terra. We are scheduled to board the transport at 0700 and will be leaving promptly at 0715. We should arrive at Camp HRH around 0800 and plan on returning to HRH Headquarters later that evening. The day will be long, so be sure to dress comfortably and bring your swimming suits, sunscreen, beach towels and the food item(s) that you signed up to bring to the BBQ.
You've all done a wonderful job of keeping our plans a secret. We thank you and, as with previous correspondences regarding this subject, please memorize the pertinent information then delete this email. Remember, if Nanny or Coran were to find us out, they'd never let us proceed unchaperoned.
Take care everyone! We're looking forward to seeing you at the BBQ!
Sincerely,
Hunk and the Kitties
The lovely redhead finished reading the email aloud then looked askance to her companions. She received two nods and a huge grin, so she hit the send button, pushed her chair back and stood.
"Where to for lunch?" asked KittyLynne.
"There's that new place on the corner," Hunk replied, raising his eyebrows in question.
"Sounds good to me." KittyShannon said.
"Well then, why are we still here?" KittyCaro asked with a quick grin.
And so, our four unsuspecting friends headed out the door for lunch. They had cautiously planned for months, preparing for a wonderful celebration, blissfully unaware that in another corner of the galaxy…
"Your Highness," the guard called out from the door. He could hear his monarch within, ranting on to no one in particular about the injustices wrought upon him by the Voltron Force.
The Prince of Doom seemed to suddenly become aware of the presence in the doorway, turning on his heel to confront the intruder.
"What are you doing there?"
"I have a missive for you, Your Majesty."
"Well, don't just stand there," Lotor commanded, "bring it here." (It's just so hard to find good help…)
The guard quickly approached, handing over the sheet of paper, and returning to the (imagined) safety of the doorway.
The blue-skinned Prince quickly scanned the document before pinning the guard with his cat-like eyes. "Where did you get this?"
"The communications department, Sire. They have the system for intercepting all Arusian electronic correspondence up and running."
"I see," the Doomian Prince replied, turning away from the doorway as he dismissed the guard with a quick wave of his hand.
Returning his attention to the email, Lotor read it through in its entirety. He almost appeared to be snarling at the paper. As he finished, he sat down and contemplated.
Hm. A BBQ. Well, I'm certainly not going to allow my precious flower, Allura, to spend the day romping about with that poor excuse of a captain, Keith. On the other hand, this BBQ was planned by the Kitties…
He decided that he would have to make things appear as if he wasn't involved, for the Kitties were one force he didn't wish to anger. (Just look at what they did to their friends - forcing them to dress up in funny costumes and pose for pictures!) He shivered as he considered what they might do to someone that crossed them.
He reread the message and, as he did, realized the perfect plan lay right in front of him...
Coran sat staring at his computer screen with a look of disbelief etched on his face… For what seemed the hundredth time, he wondered who had sent the email - and if was even for real.
He sighed as he rubbed a hand over his thick mustache. It must be real - the kids had been sure to tell him they would be attending a GG conference on Terra the day in question. With another sigh, he admitted that he understood why they'd want to spend a day without Nanny and himself - they were young, they wanted to have fun.
