Hey look! It's that kid!

That...everyone almost shot.

Well okay, okay, waving the scary weapons of doom at them didn't work very well to make them think he wasn't scary and threatening, but he always did have trouble reigning the scarab in. When your supersuit was so persnickety it got into a fight with someone else's supersuit, when you and the other person didn't actually want to fight, you had a pretty persnickety and reactive supersuit.

But he'd thoroughly lectured the scarab on the perils of going in guns blazing with people who had lots of guns aimed at you, and it had begrudgingly agreed to be more careful about it. Sort of. Maybe.

"No maybes," Jaime babbled--apparently to himself. "How about a nice 'yes,' you haven't given me one of those in ages."

He paused.

"Always. Always with the sarcasm. I will ground you. (Somehow). Don't think I won't, mister."

Latino teenager, bugsuit not visible (but there, WAITING TO POP OUT AND EAT YOU UP) on deck. Obs, that is. After having an ADVENTURE with Scorpius and the Doctor.

A terrifying, terrifying adventures of hellish horror, but the mun digresses.

He stood out a bit, what with being one of the only people with actual clothes instead of those weird plant-ey suits.

Throughout the ship, people would hear the familiar voice of Stacy in their heads.

||Pod Release Protocols Initating||

In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There was condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.