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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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"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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When the vines finally released her Reyna discovered that she had been scrubbed clean and clothed in some kind of soft, faintly pulsing bodysuit. It appeared to be be organic in nature, and Reyna wondered if it was alive in some way. While she found the strange clothing preferable to being naked, the fact that it cling to her voluptuous figure like a second made her wonder just how much of an improvement it actually was.
"Well, that was thoroughly unpleasant, but at least it was a step in the right direction." She glanced around, trying to locate the exit. "Where to next do you think?"
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"I amend that," she said a half second later, "not anywhere. I'd hate to wind up on some Klingon prison planet. Or somewhere freezing."
She moved out into the Hub and glanced between the two directions they could go. She chose the route that lead to a vast storage area and she walked slowly, swiveling around to take it all in. There were odd lockers lining their route and Uhura almost jumped as one abruptly popped open. Inside were a pair of earrings, a tricorder, her belt and holsters, her Starfleet insignia, and a Vulcan lute she had bought one year while visiting one of the premier Vulcan music festivals about a year before she'd graduated and begun her mission on the USS Enterprise. She left the lute, but the other things came with her. The belt was fastened low across her hips, the empty space where her phaser ought to have been an odd absence of necessary weight, though the tricorder was snug in its own holster.
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The storage area Uhura had discovered was almost as vast as the pod cavern they'd just left. Rows of lockers extended as far as her eyes could see in every direction. She spun around when she heard a strange sound behind her, but thankfully it turned out to be nothing more than one of the weirdly organic lockers popping open. When it was clear that Uhura recognized the objects inside Reyna moved to stand next to her, curious to see what she'd found. The movement seemed to trigger something, causing another locker a few feet away to pop open as well. The attractive pair of Sullust leather boots (http://www.box.net/shared/d3cdz0nqrh) stacked neatly inside immediately caught her eye. They looked just like her favorite pair from back home, the pair she had been wearing when when she'd been abducted!
Reyna hurried forward and grabbed the left boot, inspecting the thick, 8 cm heel. Sure enough, there on the inside were the unique scuff marks left by her personal speeder's acceleration rod. Reyna pulled her boots on eagerly, glad for the bit of normalcy they provided. She searched the locker for any other reminders of home and was rewarded with two jewelry boxes, one of which contained her half of the pair of friendship rings (http://www.box.net/shared/maux7o1mnn) she and Hayleigh had exchanged after graduation while the other contained the diamond pendant choker (http://www.box.net/shared/xgsdvd819e) her mother had willed to her after she passed. She never went anywhere without her friendship ring, and she'd had the choker with her to wear at the formal reception marking the end of her latest assignment.
She put on the ring and the choker with a wistful little sigh. The reminders of her loved ones where precious to her, but they made her wonder if she'd ever see them again. All she could do was hope.
"Well, that was a pleasant surprise. Makes for a nice change." Her voice was wry. "Shall we see what's down that other corridor?"
This time Reyna was in the lead as she and Uhura left the room with the strange storage lockers behind. They crossed the Hub and followed the other corridor a short ways, passing several empty rooms before nearing one that was clearly occupied. From the snippets of conversation Reyna could hear it was fairly obvious that their fellow new arrivals had also found their way here. As they entered Reyna said her good-byes to Uhura, promising to talk to her later, before blending in with the crowd.