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Unearthly Children

||Pod Release Protocols Initating.||

Again. But this was a separate release. And now there were people to announce pod releases to.

Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

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"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?"

"And me without a stick." Paco muttered. He heaved a sigh. "Okay, man. I've got your back.

They went 'sploring and foooound...

"Nada. Could've sworn I saw something."

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"Are you sure it wasn't some kind of reflection?" Paco asked, looking around for a possible reflective surface. Because the other option was that the mysterious blue thing had escaped. And was probably watching them.

"I'm pretty sure. Which means it could be watching us. Which means now we definitely need to get you pants."

They went back to walking the yellow-blink road.

"Greeeat." Paco walked faster.

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The two of them finally arrived at the end of the line and found themselves looking into what appeared to be a (mostly) empty room.

"...I'm not liking the tentacles," Paco said after a moment.

"If they get fresh, I will save you from them."

"I mean it, no more alien technology for you," Paco said, before gingerly stepping into the room. "So, uh, what do I do?"

||Please move to the center of the room.||

"Yes ma'am," Paco said, shooting a look back over his shoulder at Jaime before doing as Stacy had told him to.

"YAAAGH!"

TENTACLE ATTACK!

"Aaaugh!"

Jaime jumped up, grabbed a tentacle and climbed into the mass of them to try to pull Paco free.

"Puthimdownputhimdownputhimdown!"

Some of the tentacles disengaged from ~~badtouching~~ whatever they were doing to Paco and wrapped themselves around Jaime as well, immobilizing him.

||Do not be alarmed,|| Stacy instructed. ||Neither of you will be harmed.||

True to Stacy's words, they were both set down moments later, with Paco clad in a jumpsuit made of a green, plant-like material.

Paco stumbled a bit, staring down at his jumpsuit.

"Jaime, does Khaji have a pulse? Because this thing--" he plucked at his jumpsuit, "--has a pulse."

"...At least it's not talking to you?"

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