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Talk About Timing...
While chaos was going on in the city, a level below the Living Areas, the rest of the ship was functioning normally. Stacy, apparently oblivious to goings on in the city, likely do to her malfunctioning sensors there, carried on with ship business.
||Pod Release Protocols Initating,|| Stacy's familiar voice sounded out to the upper levels, though no one was there to hear her. They were all downstairs, fighting for their lives against giant cockroaches.
In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.
The usual condensation and mist sprayed out from cracks in the pods, they ripped open and the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime. One of them, due to his mechanical nature, slid out covered in a sort of oil mixture, in a smaller body than he'd once had.
Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.
There was no one already freed from the ship to greet them, only Stacy herself, and the empty silence of a ship caught in the middle of a crisis.
||Pod Release Protocols Initating,|| Stacy's familiar voice sounded out to the upper levels, though no one was there to hear her. They were all downstairs, fighting for their lives against giant cockroaches.
In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.
The usual condensation and mist sprayed out from cracks in the pods, they ripped open and the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime. One of them, due to his mechanical nature, slid out covered in a sort of oil mixture, in a smaller body than he'd once had.
Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.
There was no one already freed from the ship to greet them, only Stacy herself, and the empty silence of a ship caught in the middle of a crisis.
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"Hello genitalia," he sighed woozily. Shaking the murk, he attempted to get to his feet, only to slip on the film of goo that coated him. "What the hell is going on?"
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He rose to examine the pod from which he was birthed, slipping once more, "Esoteric disguise, candid use of a discarded title; imprisoning your rivals in some sort of- is this an incubation booth? Honestly, it sounds like something I'd do."
Yes, yes he made a note of it for future evil.
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With her name cam a flurry of emotions. Caring, motherly love, all those things.
||You are the Master. You have many names. Which would you prefer to be identified by?||
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"You seem to already know which," though he mused, there could be people here. People he could use, "Harold Saxon will do. Now, to business. Who are you, Stacy? Where have you brought me?"
Apparently he'd forgotten about some of the more pressing concerns, such as his state of nudity.
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He still couldn't see much at all, so his pacing was kept to a narrow proximity. You never know quite how near the nearest cliff is. All the while, he tested the extent of Stacy's, whomever she may be, psychic capabilities. Sure, she could reach into his mind, but could he reach into hers?
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Her mind was huge. Beyond huge. Immensely complex. The walls of her mend were not walls, they were like clay. You could punch it and it would only change shape. You could try to ooze through it and it would fill in and block your way.
Her mind was her own.
This was evidences by the fact that he felt a mental jolt, a warning shot telling him to stay out.
||Telepathic intrusion attempts will result in a Violation. You have been warned.||
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A look back to his nether-regions. Yep, still naked, "You know, I find it a lot easier to fight the power when I'm fully dressed."
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Lights appeared in phosphorescent pustules along the floor, trailing away through the caverns.
||If you would like clothing, follow the lights.||
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He approached the path and knelt beside one of the boils. Prodding it studiously, he examined the way it reacted to the intrusion- yielding, but only so much. "Marvellous, incredible. You're some sort of biological construct. Incredible, incredible."
Still marvelling at the pustules, he strode down the path they marked out for him. He knew of a woman with the affinity for biology capable of constructing something like this. It would explain the pods, the samples within. But this couldn't be Ushas' work, surely?"
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Needle arms come out of the wall to poke him if he says yes.
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How exactly they extricated the screwdriver from him is perhaps something he didn't really want to know, given the place he'd stashed it. Yes, he'd picked up a thing or two from Captain Jack.
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