Unleash the Podlings!

[cityship]

||Pod Release Protocols Initiating,|| Stacy announced to the denizens of the upper levels. Down the the Pod Caverns, familiar sounds made themselves known:

Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

Mist sprayed from the cracks in the pods before the new crew members were summarily ejected from warm, comfortable stasis to their new chilly, damp reality. They'd either meet each other in the Caverns or in the upper levels, where the previously popped crew would also be waiting for them, if Stacy had anything to say about it.

This time, there were two pods spitting mechanical beings out of a more oily mixture, and one podling who was significantly smaller than most of the others.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.

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[cityship]

From the wall a tentacle emerged, bearing a needle.

||You appear distressed,|| the voice informed him helpfully, ||would you care for a sedative?||

[frakked-up.livejournal.com]

THAT got Saul's attention. He had a rule about accepting sedatives that didn't come out of a bottle or from Doc Cottle.

"What the frack is going on here? Am I dead? Did I resurrect?" he asked, scurrying out of the goo and trying to put some distance between himself and the tentacle with the needle.

"ANSWER ME!" he shouted.

[cityship]

||Information classified. Information classified. Information classified.||

The tentacle kept its needle oriented on him. ||Your heart rate and tone of voice indicate that you are distressed. I repeat: would you care for a sedative?||

Oh dear. The voice wasn't being very helpful, now was it?

[frakked-up.livejournal.com]

Probably a Cylon trick. He lets that needle puncture him and the next thing he knows he's permanently stuck in a bucket of goo and driving Basestars while babbling about nothing at all.

"Stay away from me. I want a Raptor, fueled and ready to go in ten minutes." he said. "I'm heading back to Galactica."

[cityship]

The tentacle droops almost disappointedly, then retreats to disappear back into the wall.

||There are no birds currently listed on the active crew roster. Your request is denied.||

[frakked-up.livejournal.com]

"What the frak are you talking about?" he said, looking for something to cover himself with.

Unfortunately, the goop was too runny and there wasn't anything else here that would serve. He was going to KILL whoever thought this one up.

He did have to admit, though, they'd gone through a lot of trouble. Wonder if this was one of the storage chambers on the starboard flight pod? They'd done a marvelous job of dressing it up to look really disturbing. The tentacle was a nice touch.

Probably Starbuck's idea.

No birds, indeed.

[cityship]

||Your request for a raptor was denied due to lack of avian crew members.||

[frakked-up.livejournal.com]

"Is that so? Got any Vipers, or are you fresh outta snakes?" he asked with a grin. "You really want to meet my needs, you'll give me a flight suit, a pack of smokes, and a gallon of ambrosia." he smirked.

May as well play along, see what he could get out of this prank.

[cityship]

||If you would care for clothing, please follow the lights.|| Little pustules on the floor lit up promptly, forming a path.

||Personal possessions are located in the Weapons and Possessions Lockers.||

[frakked-up.livejournal.com]

Saul looked at the path of the lights. "This is a really good joke, guys." he said as he strode out, stark-naked and still dripping goo.

He was thinking they'd have the command staff or maybe just the department heads at the end of this little trail, ready to embarrass the hardass XO.

[cityship]

The little trail ended up being not so little, twisting and winding through caverns lined with pods much like the one he'd emerged from, filled with bodies whose vague shadows and outlines were barely visible.

At the end of the trail there was a cylindrical room with vines hanging from the ceiling, and the voice spoke again. ||Please move into the center of the room.||