Talk About Timing...

[cityship]

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.

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[pridebeforefail.livejournal.com]

"What do you mean, a smaller size? Who's talking?" Starscream went on alert immediately as he heard the voice, bringing his null rays up to bear. He was certainly glad to have a proper body again, but it was easy enough to go on guard. After all, he had no idea who had rescued him from space, why they had given him a tiny body, or if the current speaker even had anything to do with all of it.

[cityship]

||Your consciousness has been downloaded into a mechanical form that is nearly identical in function, but slightly larger than the average humanoid in size,|| she clarified.

||I am Stacy.||

[pridebeforefail.livejournal.com]

"And how do I get to be the proper size?" He wasn't going to stand for being short. Off-lining Megatron was still on his to do list, and he was sure that being relatively tiny would be a disadvantage...not to mention it would make him look ridiculous.

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.

[cityship]

||You are the proper size.||

Lights appeared in pustules along the floor.

||Follow the lights.||

He wouldn't get clothed, but he would get cleaned by the Clothing Room.

[pridebeforefail.livejournal.com]

Starscream narrowed his optics. Clearly just bickering aloud wasn't getting anywhere.

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..."

[cityship]

||You are in the Pod Caverns. You are being directed to the Clothing Chamber, where you will be cleaned.||

[pridebeforefail.livejournal.com]

...Well, there wasn't muchmuch to argue about there. Unless she decided to stick some clothing on him, and that seemed unlikely.

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?"

[cityship]

||The Individual Megatron is not listed on the active crew roster. This means is he is either in stasis, not on board the ship, or dead.||

[pridebeforefail.livejournal.com]

"I doubt he's dead," Starscream groused. "If I can't offline him after four million stellar cycles, no one can."