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Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There was condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in oblong glowing things that were clustered along the floors and walls of the huge, ancient-looking caverns.

For now, the ones that were cracking were the closest to the floor, but perhaps later, the figures sliding out of the pods would be sliding out onto the slimy walkways and platforms above.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.

There was light, and unconscious minds breaking through the top of the briny, harsh waters of consciousness, as their bodies did similarly and broke free from the pods, sliding to the floor, shivering in pools of slime.

Once the temporary blindness that some of them had passed, and once they were free of their sleepy stupors: somebody had some splainin' to do.

But there would be no explanations, as the only thing that could explain was only watching, silently, almost as a mother would look at their child right after it was born.

Pop. KASCHUNKhissss.

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||I am--||

Kara wouldn't actually hear the name, so much as feel it. It felt something like maternal love, duty, and honor all mixed together.

||The closest possible pronunciation by human vocal chords is STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT, though you may call me Stacy, if you wish.||

As for all the other stuff: ||Information classified. You are in the Pod Caverns.||

Kara blinked, shaking her head as the ship made direct contact with her mind, and she gasped. "Don't DO that!" She flailed, pressing the heel of her palm to her forehead. "Got enough crap in my frakking head..." she muttered mostly to herself as an afterthought, trying once again to get to her feet and having more success this time.

"Okay, 'Stacy'" She said, helpfully supplying air-quotes. "Now what? What do you want from me, then?"

||You have been Chosen,|| She says rather gravely. ||You and others like you are meant to accomplish something great.||

Kara laughed, bitterly and without humor. "So what else is new?" She looked around, rubbing her arm uncomfortably and shuffling a bit. "So...does my special destiny require being naked?"

||Not particularly. Do you require clothing?||

Kara nodded firmly, retreating to the last viable tool she had available at the moment - sarcasm!

"Yeah, yeah clothes would be all right. I could *do* with some clothes..." She shuddered slightly at the feel of the pulsing floor under her bare feet, trying to take in as much of her surroundings as she could.

A line of pustules along the floor began to glow, leading off into the distance.

||This way, please.||

Starbuck curled her lip in mild disgust at the "lights," but cautiously started following them to where they might lead.

She would soon find that the caverns wind slowly upwards, leading to a cylindrical structure that went all the way from the floor to the ceiling. The path itself would lead to a doorway along the side of the structure which would lead to a room with numerous tendril-like vines hanging from the ceiling.

Kara shied away from the tentacles, watching them with barely-contained unease tinged with fear. "So who else is here is classified. Is what the frak this place IS classified? WHERE it is? How I got here?"

||This is the Clothing Room. It is within the Pod Caverns. Information on how you came to be here is classified.||

Ever so helpful.

"Iiiii...don't see any clothing..." she said warily, watching the tentacles. With a yelp she jumped as one of them brushed against her shoulder, and she flailed at others slightly as they hung near her.

||Move to the center of the room. You will be clothed.||

Kara cautiously edged to the center of the room, trying not to touch any of the tentacles as she did so. "I'm not sure I like the sound of that..."

Then you might not like the ZOMGTENTACLEATTACK!

Oh, wait, never mind. They just lifted her up gently as they wrapped around her. When they let her back down, she'd find she was covered in a dark, plant like material which was actually pretty comfortable despite the creepiness, not to mention the fact that she was covered in far less goop than she was before.

Kara flailed and nearly screeched anyway, tugging against the tentacles and then blinking at her new outfit as she was set down. "What the FRAK is this?" She picked at it, trying to see if it would give or could be peeled away.

The material was rather pliant, and would probably take a considerable amount of force to peel off.

||That is the standard uniform for all podmates. It is composed of a biomaterial designed to fit snugly and keep your body clean.||

"Keep me..." Kara looked down at her body with moderate alarm. "Keep ALL of me clean? And what about if I have to use the head?"

||There are accommodations within the restrooms in the Living Area for cleaning your head.||

Starbuck couldn't help a slight smirk. "No...no. I mean what if I have to use the restroom itself? How do I get this thing off? Unless it's gonna...ugh..." she scowled, looking down at the bodysuit. She could practically feel her skin crawling inside of it in reaction to being encased in something that seemed so...alive.

||It may be removed. However, I have heard complaints that it is somewhat difficult to do so.||

She laughed, in a bordering-on-a-nervous breakdown sort of way. "Well, that doesn't make me feel really great about possible emergencies..." She tugged nervously on the skintight cuff of the garment and looked around. "Now what? Does this special destiny thing get started right away? I sort of have things to get back to. I...will be getting back, won't I?"

||It will begin soon.||

Who's definition of soon is up for debate, though.

And the next question... ||Information classified.||

She pushed her hands through her hair, scowling. She was used to dealing with classified materials, but it had always chafed at her. She weighed about a dozen more questions in her mind, and then decided to play her hand close for now. "...right. What now, then?"

||I can direct you to the Living Area, if you wish.||