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Entry tags:
- !!shipwide announcement,
- !!stacy,
- !location: pod caverns,
- !plot: pod release,
- blin,
- bobby drake,
- daja kisubo,
- dustin silver,
- erwin fischer,
- fletcher tringham,
- gray voice,
- greta hayes,
- gwen mackenzie,
- hisk longwing,
- inara serra,
- kadaj,
- kala fierro,
- kang,
- kaylee frye,
- kazami shiro,
- komali,
- lash,
- lone wanderer,
- lyle norg,
- matrim cauthon,
- mulan,
- nicholas d. wolfwood,
- rei vargas,
- reinforce zwei,
- renne,
- russel tringham,
- sam winchester,
- scarlet witch,
- shinzon,
- stephanie brown,
- surge,
- tohru honda,
- vivio takamachi,
- wedge antilles
Podpop-ery
[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: Post your character with one post establishing them as being podpopped. Tag each other in groups of 2's, 3's, and 4's, to get some interaction to start with. If a thread doesn't already have 2 or 3 people tagged in, tag it with your character's podpop popping near the other people, rather than making a new subthread. If you would like to play out them talking to the AI, please send an email to the mods making the request--we do this only by request. Then move onto the big Newbie Meeting. Once your character has gotten the rundown from the old crew, you may start posting entrance posts and freely tagging.]
||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.
||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:
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 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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"This is beyond anything I've ever experienced. And I've seen a lot of the galaxy..."
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Hugging herself a little the younger woman shifted on her feet somewhat nervously. Where was the rest of her Company? Well.. what was left of them any way? "'verse ain't old enough for somethin' like this. Ain't no such tech unless them that formed t' Alliance been testin' stuff out."
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Well.. if this place had snatched him up too he couldn't have been that bad of one right? Her eyes did narrow as she watched him a little more on the defensive side now. Even if Gwen didn't know what this 'Republic' or 'old Alliance' was but he was a member of an Alliance.
"What planet you from anyway? Sound like you're from th' Core."
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"I'm not sure what a Purplebelly, is, though."
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This was hard for her to wrap her head around. A man that was fighting for the Alliance from a world she had never heard of before. Raising her hands to run her fingers back through her hair the Lieutenant huffed slightly. "Purplebellies are them folk that fight for the Alliance. Their armor that covers their bellies are purple.. You really don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout do you?"
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"Never wore purple armor myself. Just an orange flightsuit. And I'm afraid I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about, yeah."
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Allowing her hands to rest back at her sides the red head glanced back to Wedge finally allowing a wry little smile to cross her face. "Ah hell. I guess you ain't that bad then bein' an Alliance man an' all." Orange flightsuit? That would make him stick out like a sore thumb in any situation if he was a ground pounder. Silently Gwen shook her head before looking back up at the hall. "Suppose we better be findin' out what's goin on. I got folk waitin' for orders."
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"Hey, we were the good guys." Wedge chuckled, glancing up the hallway. "So do I. But I don't think any of them are here..."
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"Wouldn't surprise me. Weren't many of us left after all.." Carefully biting down on her bottom lip the red head offered Wedge a well versed forced smile that came all to easy to her. "Not gonna hold my breath."
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"It's not like we were Imps or something..." He trailed off as they moved down the rows of pods, looking for an exit. "Yeah. I wish some of my guys were here. Someone that looked familiar, at least."
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"Ain't no such things as aliens were I come from. This?" waving her hand a round a little taking in the cavern of pods, "This sorta tends t' change my mind."
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"I work with all sorts of non-humans on a daily basis. So I'm guessing we may not be from exactly the same...uh...place." That sounded so strange when he actually said it. "But at the same time, I've never seen anything quite like this."
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Gwen wasn't a fighter pilot. Give her a gun or a machine, a horse, a skiff to operate and you had yourself a skilled woman. Angels? Not so much. "'verse is awful big out there, Antilles. Don't go countin' your eggs before they hatch."