trans_9 | Unearthly Children

Jaime was kind of used to the horrible feeling of stuff sliding over his skin, really he was. But this was a little drippy and ridiculous.

Or so he would've thought if he and Khaji Da hadn't been shocked into consciousness by pain. So much pain. Like his head was exploding. Khaji's 24/7 scans were pulling in massive amounts of indecipherable data, there was some kind of feedback, an overload of information, and the pain was the first thing he--that they noticed when they woke.

When they woke screaming, the suit shifting on and off of his body as the scarab tried to make sense of the massive flow of incoming data forcing itself into their brains.

"Nyeeeeargh!"

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Paco yelped as he hit the floor face first, then scrabbled around in the slime that had spilled out with him.

"Jaime? JAIME?!"

He could hear his friend screaming somewhere nea-- there!

"JAIME!"

His nose was bleeding and he was clutching at his head.

"Mnuh. Can't--unh--can't think--we can't--nuh--too much--too much--scanning--too much--hitting something--feedback--aaaauuugh. Aaaaauugh."

Okay, okay. Stay calm.

Dammit.

"Can you turn it off?" he asked. "Khaji, Jaime, one of you, turn it off!"

Oh, good plan, play Captain Obvious.

"Turn--turn off. Khaji, he's right--turn it--shut it--"

Jaime collapsed in the pool of goo on the floor, gasping, and still holding his head for a moment, not quite able to move, even with the pain gone.

"Ow. Okay, I'm starting to think we deserved the Posse going after us after what Khaji did to Probe, if it felt anything like that. Neither of us could even think."

Jaime shoved himself up and wiped at his bloody nose with his forearm. All it really did was smear it.

"...How come we're both naked and sticky? And why is Brenda not here making a joke about it?"

The last thing he remembered, the three of them were together, and...

Oh good. Best friend not in pain was a much better plan than the reverse.

"Dunno," Paco said, running a hand back through his hair and flicking the collected slime off onto the floor. "Khaji got anything? Because this doesn't look like El Paso to me."

He looked around again. "If Brenda's here, all we need to do is listen for the screaming of whatever brought us here, because she's not going to be happy about waking up naked and covered in snot."

"Heh." Brenda beating up whatever aliens had abducted them. The mental image was funny.

And would be highly accurate if she was here.

Jaime suited up, but the scanners stayed off, as he and Khaji tried to root through the information they got and make sense of it.

"It's alive, I can tell that much. Psychic. HUGE. There's millions of life signs in here, although most are almost like they're dead. And it's--"

||Jaime Reyes and Khaji Da, do not attempt to access classified information again or you will both receive a Violation.||

"--and it's talking to us."

Paco whipped his head around, looking for the source of the voice, and almost lost his footing in the slime.

"Not Brenda," he pointed out, unnecessarily. "Okay. You're super-guy, I'm sidekick-guy. What do we do now, besides avoiding pissing off the psychic voice?"

This was just levels of unnecessary creepy right here.

Jaime thought, and thought very quickly. "Right now, we get pants. Pants first, figuring things out later, this is a rule. Although, actually, I'm good, thanks to the suit and the clothes it can make. But you need pants."

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"I am all for this pants plan," Paco agreed. There was a time and place for naked, and it wasn't now and here. "Does Khaji have a special sensor or do I have to make a toga out of the remains of the snot bag?" He jerked his thumb back over his shoulder at the limp remains of his pod. "Because if it's the snot-bag toga, I might stick with naked."

"Well, that depends. Do you want the snot-bag toga, or the clothes made out of my body waste? So many options there."

||Paco Guzman, using the remains of your pod for clothing is unnecessary. Would you like to be clothed?||

"Next time Brenda throws me on top of alien technology, I'm not giving it to you," Paco muttered, shooting a mock-sour look at his best friend. He cleared his throat and spoke a bit louder for the benefit of the mysterious voice. "Uhh, yes. Clothes would be great."

"Hey, I'm perfectly fine with next time letting the alien artifact give your spine a special hug instead of mine."

The lights led the way.

||Please follow the lights.||

"I bet my spine-hugger comes with a hottie-detector," Paco countered. "And pants not made of my own waste."

He looked down at the glowing pustules and gave Jaime a 'our lives have gotten so very weird' look before following the trail through the cavern.

So weird that they were not really freaking at all over this.

Abducted by aliens of some kind, ho hum. Jaime tried his best to keep alert without the scarab's proximity scans.

"You are an alien," Jaime muttered to the scarab.

Without scans, there were still other ways of gathering at least some information.

"Sooo, mysterious voice in our heads," Jaime said. "Who and what are you?"

||I am--||

Paco and Jaime 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 what she was: ||Information classified.||

Paco manfully resisted the urge to hum a few bars of "Stacy's Mom". Instead he wiggled a finger in his ear and glanced over at Jaime.

"Once is chance, twice is coincidence, three times is conspiracy, right?" he asked. What was it with aliens and moms?

"Sometimes just once is conspiracy." That was something Ted Kord's notes had taught him!

Paco grinned.

"A conspiracy of Mom-aliens? 'Clean up your planet or no dessert'? 'Leave the atmosphere open a crack when you have girls over'?"

"'Take out the trash to the nearest black hole'?"

Jaime paused and reached out to grab Paco's arm.

It stuck out amongst the other colors.

"You sure it wasn't just some kind of reflection?" Paco asked, glancing down at Jaime's suit. Probably not, but a naked guy could hope, right?

"Pants or investigation first?"

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