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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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"I have a body." He laughed suddenly, then crowed, "I have a body! No more staring into that pompous, scrap-worthy tyrant's face! I'm free! I have a body! I'm-"
It was at that moment he finally began to take notice of his surroundings, particularly the fact that he wasn't towering over everything, as he'd gotten used to.
"...I'm short."
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||I am Stacy.||
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His attention finally drifted back to the fact that he was still standing-and coated in-muck. "And how do I get this off?" he grumbled to himself. The last thing he needed was getting his joints gummed up.
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Lights appeared in pustules along the floor.
||Follow the lights.||
He wouldn't get clothed, but he would get cleaned by the Clothing Room.
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And maybe if he followed the lights, he could find something to make up for being puny.
"Where am I going? And am I supposed to be stuck trudging along for this whole episode?" He'd transform, but 1. he'd rather keep the muck from getting anywhere else, and 2. while the pod caverns certainly looked tall enough to fly in, he wasn't sure about the rest of...wherever he was. Come to think of it...
"And where am I? Not that I don't appreciate being freed from being stuck in that tin tyrant's presence..."
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Then again, waking up from a pod in an intact-if-short-body didn't seem particularly likely, either. But in the interests of finding out more about what in the Pit was going on, Starscream stalked onwards. But a thought did occur to him as he walked. "Speaking of Megatron...should I expect to see him here, too, or am I free of him completely?"
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