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||Pod Release Protocols Initating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounds out to all the podmates through the ship.

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

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

--

There was nothing. You were going about your normal life, then there was a bright light, and then? Nothing.

Then the world lurches.

The chamber here is humid.

Actually, "chamber" isn't quite accurate. You're in a cavern, half-lit by an eerie greenish light, going on and on as far as the eye can see. The light is coming from what can only be described as pods, glistening, round greenish-yellow things, glowing with a pale inner light, outlining human -- and not quite human -- forms. Each is rooted to the floor, to the walls, with something black, twisted, and unidentifiable.

They line the walls of the cavern, go up in maddeningly high columns, curling and corkscrewing up into the darkness, until the light from them is like that of the stars, glowing pale and mournful in clusters in the darkness above. Twisted walkways and stairs crisscross, traverse the platforms in front of the pods, wending their way back and forth, up and down through the chamber.

You just came from one of those pods, broke free like a butterfly from a (slimy, nasty) chrysalis.

Now you stand alone but not quite alone, naked, not knowing how you got there, who took you, or why you were taken.

As your body heats up again, you realize the air is warm -- just a few degrees too warm to be comfortable -- and muggy; it smells acrid and organic, like freshly spilt blood and sweat. Your mouth tastes of salt.

The floors are pulsing under your feet, throbbing...

Wherever you are, this entire place...is alive.

Oh, and also you're naked and covered in alien snot.

When you call out, ask where you are, a voice speaks to you, in your head. She tells you:

||You are here.||

When you ask who she is, she tells you that her name is STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT, but that you may call her Stacy. When she tells you who she is, there is a gush of emotion, love, maternal warmth. You are on a ship. She is that ship. Her name is Stacy and she loves you. Her voice is warm and motherly, even if these messages sound almost automated.

Glowing phosphorescenet lights appear in pustules along the floor. They lead you up a massive spiraling walkway that gives you a view of what are possibly millions in stasis. At the top is a room with moving vines that clean you and clothe you in a plant-like body-suit--soft, but durable. After that, the lights lead you to a great cavernous room with a clear floor that lets you see all the holes and tunnels in the walls of it. When you reach the center, the last thing she tells you before whisking you away to gather your belongings and meet the rest of the crew is this reassuring thought:

||You have been Chosen to accomplish a Great Purpose. You have been Chosen to help fight the Ohm, a race of insectoid beings that are the destroyers of worlds.||

||You have been Chosen as champions of life, as protectors of the worlds and peoples that are left. The others are waiting for you. They will explain everything.||

She will tell you nothing more. Your answers lie with these "others" she speaks of.

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Audis turned, a slim smile tugging at her lips and Kala knew it was going to be one of those days. The kind of day where she was up in the air for so long it didn't make sense when she came down again. Sometimes, she was pretty graffing sure the woman was going out of her way to make her lose every last shred of food she'd ever eaten. So far, nothing had worked, and Kala was still scared of heights.

"Half a minute!" Kala called as Audis slammed the transport spell in place. "Audis! Just. Give me a moment! AUDIS."

"," came the familiar tones of her Intelligent Device, Rising Phoenix. A second later, with Audis still grinning, there was a brilliant white light.

That light ended with Kala in a pile of goop, coughing and sliding as she worked her way to her feet, naked and defiant. That woman was going to kill her. She reached for Rising Phoenix and found...nothing. Her teeth grit and her white hair damp, she growled under her breath. Ohm. Insects. She hated insects. And spiders. Mostly spiders. And what the gafting hell was going on and why was she suddenly chosen for something. Again. She didn't want to be chosen. She wanted to be...to be home with her brother. With tea. Or at least doing what Farla told her she ought to do.

And where was Rising Phoenix? The last thing she needed was to...to somehow explode. Or completely screw up without a device around to help. She followed the lights and her eyes bugged when the tentacles tried to snatch her. No.

No, no, no. No tentacle-things. Her hand closed around the end of one as it went to snag her. LET ME GO. An uncontrolled burst of wind gathered around her as she let out an extremely loud mental howl.

He winces, grabbing at his head at the mental howl. A girl, from the sounds of things, someone who needs help. It won't be hard to track her down if she keeps that noise up.

He heads for her at a fast pace, almost a run, and turns the corner, pausing at the sight in front of him. A naked girl holding on to tentacles, with a lot of wind around her? Things weren't going to be as easy as he'd hoped. "Hey!" He calls out, stepping around the corner. One hand is up, to show he's unarmed. The other is down, protecting his modesty. "Calm down! I'm here to help."

Kala's eyes went wider, if possible. People. The voice had said there were people and-- Some of the wind died down and little. Help. He said he'd help and she was on her tiptoes trying to stay on the ground, clutching the tentacle as if she were trying to squeeze it in half.

"Get it off!" she hissed. She wanted it off and she wanted to go home and she wanted her brother and she wanted Auris (which was stupid because the woman disliked her in the first place). Kala didn't feel nineteen, she felt like she was twelve (or two) and she wasn't even handling this the right way.

Kazami takes several steps forward, grabbing the tentacle in both hands. With a grunt, he slowly starts to peel it off of her body. "Try to slide out, maybe you can get away that way."

He's doing his best, but he's afraid that if he takes the time to stop and transform, the tentacle might make off with the girl. "Are you okay?" As always, the most important person is the victim. Here's hoping she's not embarrassed by his... current state.

Sliding out was not working very well, but eventually she managed to tumble free with a muffled grunt. She sat, blinking, where she was for awhile, her knees pulled to her chest and a decidedly uncomfortable expression on her face. Was she okay?

No.

"It took you, too?" Kala finally asked, her brow furrowed as she realized he was as stark naked as she was. "Oh." Stupid question. "I'm...it...ah. This place is crap."

Kazami lets go of the tentacle and hops away, immediately turning away from Kala to protect her modesty. He coughs, blushing a bit, and looks up to stare at the tentacles on the ceiling, in case they start moving again. "Agreed."

He risks a glance over his shoulder. "My name is Kazami Shiro." He looks away again. "I don't think they intend for us to stay like this for long. Not if we're supposed to properly face a threat."

"...good point," Kala said, resting the point of her chin on her knees. The tentacles (more than one) hovered slightly, their motion slower. "I'm Kala Fierro, Time-Space Administration Bureau mage, currently Rank B." She swallowed hard as tendrils of her thick white hair fell forward like a damp curtain around her.

"Sorry, y'know, for yelling," she added, coloring a little herself. "And I suppose maybe this place might give us clothes."

He stares up at the tentacles some more. "You're a government agent of some kind?" It wouldn't be the first time he's dealt with the government agencies, but he's never head of that specific one, or a mage. Generally, mages were trying to summon monsters to kill people.

In his experience.

This one, however, seemed rather tame. He glances over his shoulder again. "I'll go forward a bit, see if I can't find anything. I'll come back and bring something for you."

"Mm. I guess we're all from different places and times, so...maybe it's not an organization you know, but yes. I help people and make sure they don't, well, make a mess of things when it comes to magic. Or, at least, that's what I was training to do. I...I'm supposed to help people."

Kala nodded once, turning her cheek against her knee to peer at him.

"Okay. Just. Be careful?" she offered, biting down on her bottom lip for a moment. "And. Thanks for helping...that was pretty nice of you."

"It makes about as much sense as telepathic ships and magical girls." He sighs, moving to grab his gloves, only to realize that they're not in his pocket. His vest isn't there. "Don't worry, I'll handle this."

On closer inspection, at least from behind, he's got a few faint, old scars, and is in unusually good shape.

"This kind of thing is what I do." He grins over his shoulder, trying to be comforting. "Don't worry."

And, with that, he starts off. He pauses when the tentacles start to drift down again, then breaks into a sprint. He jumps, rolls, and... is caught. He struggles violently, but multiple tentacles grab at him and...

...Horror of horrors, he is clothed. They hold him for a second longer, then unceremoniously drop him on the floor. "Whoolf!"

Kala had just vaulted to her feet when she realized he was not being attacked. Oh, for all of the stupid... The tentacles were. Applying clothing. She stood there, gaping like a fish for a moment and then let out a sigh.

"I am a gafting moron," she said under her breath, her pale gold eyes closing as she shook her head. "Just a moron." A tentacle poked her shoulder and she grumbled. "Fine. Put them on."

And there it was.

A suit. Of plantlike material. That pulsed. And she was clean, too, right to the tips of her hair.

"...ew," was her final comment on the matter.

"...That felt wrong." He picks himself up, wincing a bit as he stretches the kinks out, and scowls at the plantsuit, plucking at it.

Kazami frowns, examining it. He wished Hongo were there, his elder was the scientist of the group. Not him. All he could tell was that it was pulsing, it felt alive. And he wasn't sure that was what he liked. "I truly hope that this isn't the only option they have on the ship." He glances to Kala, then looks away again. These suits were entirely too tight and telling, it was practically indecent. "...Should we just go up above? See who's there?"

"Prolly a good idea," Kala said, prodding once more at the way the suit made her breasts about twenty million times more noticeable. They were just large enough to make her want any thing else but a skintight suit on--not that her armor was any different. But she didn't go around in that armor unless she had to.

"And while this suit thing isn't too bad, I wouldn't mind something that didn't advertise every single one of my assets all at once. There's not very much left to the imagination as it is."

Not that being naked was in any way different!

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Rein floated around, still fairly naked. Apparently the place was making a plantsuit just for her size and she really REALLY didn't like tentacles that much.

Then she heard it; a telepathic cry for help.

"I'M COMING DESU!" exclaimed Rein, shooting down the long hallways. Finding the girl being accosted by tentacles, she was torn. Her own experience with them told her that they were okay, but still...

Magic pooled into her hand and Rein called out, "It's okay, they're here to help desu! They're here to help!" And she tackled Kala in a reassuring hug.

Tentacles.

They were not nice. She did not like them and-- Kala forced herself to still and some of the wind died down once Rein hugged her. She bit her bottom lip.

"...what," she managed, shaking with the effort of making herself not lash out again, "They're going to help?" Her eyebrow twitched and she let go of the tentacle she was grabbing. Kala peered at Rein and her eyes widened in recognition. "You're...you're Rein, from the Time-Space Administration Bureau, right?"

"Yep desu!" exclaimed Rein with a little grin. "Oh, you're a mage! You know of me and Hayate?"

The little mage blushed and smiled at Kala. "I'm new here too, and what little I know could help?"

"I was going on a training mission with Audis Valia and then. And then well, nothing except goop and tentacles. I'm...this is just all crap. A big pile of massive gaft-crap. What are the...tentacles going to do?" There was relief in her face, despite the fact that she was still markedly pissed off about the whole swoop and snag procedure. And the lack of clothes.

...and the lack of everything.

She tried to frown, but it ended up looking like a smooshed sort of squishy smile.

"I know of both of you, which is...well, it's good. I almost got selected to be examined by you, but had to skip that exam because Tanji decided to slam me through a wall during practice. Out of the blue. He got yelled at, but it was my own gafting fault anyway for not watching out. I...don't like tentacles. At all. I suppose there are worse things out there than these." She flicked at the tentacle which was carefully approaching once more.

She didn't like being new all over again either, but at least she wasn't alone. Some of the steadiness was coming back to her and her eyes darted as another tentacle approached.

"Hmm," Hmmed Rein. "Oh yes, I remember that. I was rather dissappointed when I had to exchange your exam date. And yes, I just popped a few minutes ago so I have little knowledge of what's going on too desu."

Looking at the tentacles, smaller ones were snaking out to her. "Oh there we go. I think my outfit's ready now!" Casting a reassuring smile at Kala, she said, "They tried to fit me into this really large outfit but it needed to make a smaller one for me. Don't worry; they're not going to molest you desu."

Kala went an undignified shade of red for a few moments. Yeah, her first thought was actually molesting tentacles, which was probably why she was so...loud about it. If Rein wasn't bothered by the gafting things, then Kala knew she should shut her mouth and let the things do what they were going to do. There was a soft hrm and a determined look as the tentacles approached, cleaned her up, fitted her with her own suit.

When it was finished, her scowl was back as she poked and prodded it. The clothes had a pulse. Creepy. No. Way beyond creepy.

"I was disappointed about the exam date change, too," Kala said after she was finished studying the outfit. "I spent that whole week before training and training and then that gaft just-- Pft. Not that it really, really matters right now. I did make it to B Rank, which counts. I was training for A, but I guess...I'm not sure about any of that anymore. Maybe someone else knows what we're supposed to be doing and I really, really hope I can find Rising Phoenix. I'm...yeah. It'd be good if I could find her."

"Want to look together?" asked Rein, finally getting clothed in the tiny plantsuit. "If your device is close by, we could ask someone if they know where it is! And maybe my book or Hayate's Bag is here too! That's my home."

"That's a good idea," Kala said, her expression serious as she quickly knotted her hair away from her face. "Hopefully these people didn't take everything away. That would be..." her lips thinned for a moment, "pretty mean. That voice didn't really sound all that mean, though, but I suppose it might be some sort of trap. I guess, yeah. Two is better than one in any situation and you're about ten million times more able to deal with this stuff."

"Uh huh, and if all else fails, we could try unisoning too," said Rein with a little rub of her head. "I don't know if that works here or not but it would be better since I'd probably give you more protection, right?"

"I'm sure we can find your device. Let's go look for it desu!"

"Right now, protection is probably the best thing," Kala said with a sharp nod. "And it might work. I've...never tried to before." Mostly because it wasn't something just readily available, but the idea was definitely appealing considering the apparently dire circumstances. With another self-conscious swipe at her rear end, Kala was finished with the whole suit thing. "Rising Phoenix still needs to be fixed, but she works...most of the time." Her fingers tightened into a fist. "I'm ready to go. We'll find what we're looking for even if it takes a long time."

She closed her eyes for a moment and reached to see if she could sense the device.

There was something muffled up ahead.

"I guess forward is the only way to go."

"Right! Set forth!" cheered Rein as she floated along Kala with a cheerful little giggle. The little device was happy to have met another mage from her universe and was definitely willing to keep going as long as possible so long as she had friends.

"So what's Rising Phoenix like? Is he or she a nice device?"

"She's nice and really protective," Kala said after a moment of thought. "And sometimes she sounds odd, but...but she had to link with another device because they were both damaged pretty badly. She still had her voice at least, but had no offense at all, so..."

Kala shrugged lightly.

"She used the be Raging Phoenix and was all protective and summoning, but I can't do summoning at all. That was...Farliana's specialty. She gave Raging Phoenix to me when she died and I couldn't even heal her to save her life. Risingtide was other other mage's device and when it became clear that Phoenix wasn't going to be able to do what was required they linked so she could. It's really complex, I guess, but at least I can be offensive when the need arises, right? I just...can't use certain functions unless I have no other choice. And sometimes things don't even work at all, though she does her best."

We do our best to help people, every day, Kala thought, keeping her eyes out for anything else that might make a sudden move. Being caught unawares by tentacles was one thing, but being caught again? That was weakness and she wasn't supposed to be weak or afraid or...alotta other things.