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Entry tags:
- !!shipwide announcement,
- !!stacy,
- !location: pod caverns,
- !plot: pod release,
- aftran 942/karen,
- ashitaka,
- ashley williams,
- ba'al,
- ben skywalker,
- celena vantari,
- celes chere,
- choline moonstorm,
- deunan knute,
- gavin darklighter,
- haley graham,
- hikari yagami,
- iliana maier,
- kyle katarn,
- leonard mccoy,
- mei-xing,
- mordin solus,
- negi springfield,
- paula polestar,
- reyna kam,
- simon tam,
- sly knife,
- spike,
- tenaya,
- the guv,
- tom berenson,
- trudy chacon,
- white aine,
- winry rockbell,
- zhiai'kahn ahl
Snap, Crackle, and POP
[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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"If you have half a chance of successful negotiation with the Ka'a'lim, you're going to need someone with the linguistic skills I possess. I can pick apart a new language in less time than it would take you to either talk or shoot your way out of that bar. I'm going on this mission." Uhura folded her arms and leaned back against the bulkhead, a PADD dangling from her fingertips as she fixed her eyes on Kirk's face.
He had that look on his face. The one that said something smartass was coming. She held up a hand.
"Would you like to explain to the Admiralty exactly how you started a war by not listening to your Communications officer, and do so from the inside of a brig on some alien planet, or would you like actually like to enjoy your next shore leave?" That came with a smile. Point made.
"Good point," Kirk said. "You do the talking."
Heat.
"Enterprise, we are on an intercept course with Landria Outpost Seven. We are picking up unusual electrical activity planetside, please advise," came the voice of Ensign Andrea Palmer as she finished rechecking her scanners for the fourth time. "Enterprise?"
Uhura frowned and leaned across the space, her hand to her earpiece as she strained to hear the faint transmission coming through the crackling static. It sounded like--
Sound.
The scent of blood was heavy in the air, heavier than the smoke. God, her head was pounding and there were flames. The heat of them, that was had woken her. The bleating alarm was a shrill scream as she watched Palmer's hand list and sway as the craft shuddered on reentry. The hiss of dead air was loud in her ears as she pulled herself up, wide eyed as her fingers flew across the terminal.
They were going dow--
Lieutenant Nyota Uhura woke sharply as the sucking pop-hiss of her pod releasing sounded. There was a graceless moment of groping as she landed in a sprawl to find herself naked and covered in something that was very much the consistency of mucus. She stifled the horrified reaction in favor of a mental and physical assessment before there was a voice in her head.
A voice that told her the unthinkable.
Nyota froze, considered the new information, and pulled herself to her feet and straightened her shoulders. Fine. She was just fine. And she had a job to do, didn't she? Her jaw tightened and then released as she followed the strange lights. This was more than a little disturbing, but she was alive. That was what mattered. She was alive.
And naked.
Uhura tried to forget that.
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Of course, he had no idea that she could understand him, thanks to the magic of Stacy.
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viciousodd looking alien's appearance off. She was still naked, and still disturbed and his statement irritated her."You want a fight?" Uhura asked, crossing her arms as if that was going to provide her with some cover. It really didn't.
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"You are not armed and female. No honor in that."
Well, there was honor in killing females, provided they weren't pregnant or sick. And had a weapon.
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That was his only response. He turned away, eyes scanning. He had to find a way out of here and bandying words with a Ooman wouldn't help him do that any faster.
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"I need a drink." he mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. Today certainly can't make any less sense than it has already.
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Yes, it was most definitely Leonard McCoy.
"Maybe I'd better make you drink a double, too."
And they were butt naked. Great.
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Deciding that if she was going to talk to someone while naked and covered in goo herself that she preferred it to be another woman, Reyna moved to intercept the young woman with a friendly wave.
"Hello there. I'm Reyna Kam," she said with an inviting smile. "Do you have a minute to talk? I was hoping to get some else's perspective on our situation before heading out to met these 'others' that Stacy spoke of. One should always gather as much information as possible before heading into an unknown situation, right?"
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"I think you've summarized our situation quite accurately." An amused smile played across her full lips, some of her discomfort eased by the very normal act of conversing with another sentient being.
"Why don't we walk and talk?" Reyna suggested. "Hopefully the sooner we get out of this strange cavern the sooner we can get cleaned up and find some decent clothing." While she wasn't the kind of girl that felt like she always needed to look her absolute best, being covered in sticky green goo was still extremely unpleasant.
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"What do you remember before coming here, miss..." She paused briefly, realizing that she still didn't know with whom she was speaking. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," she added, hoping that the other woman would fill in the blanks for her.
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"My condolences on the loss of your pilot," she said soberly. "The death of a shipmate is never easy to accept." Thankfully she'd never lost anyone like that herself, but should could still imagine how difficult it would be.
"I'm sorry to say that I've heard of neither the Federation nor the Enterprise. Where I come from the known galaxy is governed by a representative democracy known as the Republic. It's quite possible that our two civilizations have not yet met however. The galaxy is a rather large place after all." Reyna let out a small, wry chuckle before continuing.
"My own story is far less interesting than yours I'm afraid. I was returning to my homeworld of Alderaan after a lengthy diplomatic assignment, and as I stepped off the shuttle there was a bright flash and then nothing. What felt like no more than a moment later I awoke to find myself as you see me now."
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The path of pulsing lights ended at a very organic looking staircase that led up towards the top of the cavern and spiraled out of sight. Reyna gripped the railing with a slight grimace and tested the first step with her foot. It felt a bit warm and spongy but it held her weight easily. She turned to Uhura with a resigned expression.
"Looks like the only way out is up. Shall we?"
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"I couldn't have said it better myself," she said, still grinning as they climbed. "Between the two of us we should be able to get some answers out of whomever's behind this."
Mentally debating with verbal track should be taken once they found someone to question, Reyna glanced over her shoulder at the view provided by the staircase. The cavern they'd awoken in was mind-bogglingly huge, containing millions, if not billions, of pods identical to the one she herself had been inhabiting until recently. She made a small sound of disbelief before turning her attention back to the staircase and what they hoped to find at the top of it.
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She stiffened immediately, but forced herself to relax on the assumption that if the damn ship wanted them dead, they'd be dead in those pods. A few seconds later, Uhura realized it was putting some sort of suit on her--which beat being naked.
By the time she'd been returned to her own two feet, she felt clean again, even if she did feel violated. There were such things as personal space and she didn't like hers tampered with.
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