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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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Still, she had to be sure. She turned to face him, all thoughts of nakedness and embarrassment superseded by a desperate need to know. Her gray eyes were as hard as stone, and they seemed to stare into the very depths of Kyle's soul.
"You're saying that at some point in the future some madman destroys my homeworld simply to make a point? How is that even possible??" Every sense she had was focused on Kyle, hoping to detect even the slightest hint of prevarication in his response.
[ooc: And poor Kyle Katarn draws the short straw and has to be the one to break the news to Reyna about Alderaan's destruction! XD Poor Kyle. He's about to have one very distraught young woman on his hands!]
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He turned away for a moment before locking eyes again with Reyna. "We did destroy the station, and that bastard with it."
Not that it had brought anyone back. They'd overthrown the Empire, and it still cost too much. Even though they'd saved so many other worlds it didn't lessen the tragedy. "I'm sorry."
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"It can't be true..." she said pitifully, backing away from Kyle, tears shimmering in her eyes. "But it is... I can see it in your face..." A soft cry escaped her lips as her hand flew to her mouth. She took another step backwards and stumbled, landing on her well-rounded backside. She seemed oblivious to the fall however, her mental pain clearly outstripping her physical pain. Headless of the slime still covering her body, Reyna buried her head in her hands and began to weep softly.
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She sniffed and dried her eyes, immediately regretting both actions as it simply pulled more slime into them. She laughed bitterly at that. She'd just learned that at some point in her future her homeworld gets destroyed and here she was worrying about getting slime in her eyes? She cleaned her eyes more carefully a looked around to see Kyle siting quietly beside her. His very real, very solid presence had a calming effect, helping Reyna to compose herself.
"If this.. 'Grand Moff' you spoke of could willingly give the order to destroy an entire planet, killing billions of civilians in addition to soldiers, then I'm glad the bastard's dead." Her eyes were as hard a stone, some of her pain being replaced by anger. Not much could make Reyna wish for someone's death, but she willingly made an exception in this case. "That Alderaanian princess of yours must have been extremely dedicated to her cause to allow such a thing to happen." She wasn't sure how she felt about that just at the moment. Fighting against someone as evil as this Grand Moff person was admirable, but had it been worth the price the woman had paid, not just for herself but for her people as well?
"I have a feeling you have more bad news about my future to impart to me," the phrase Alliance to Restore the Republic sounded particularly ominous, "but I'm afraid it's going to have to wait. I don't think I could handle it in my present state." She gave Kyle a sad little smile. "Would you help me up? I think I'd like to try again to get out of here."
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He hoped that someday she'd be ready to hear that what Leia did was worth it. That it had stopped the same tragedy from befalling so many other worlds.
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"Thank you for the reassurance. There is some comfort to be taken in the knowledge that there is good to balance out the bad." She sighed softly, the small, sad smile still playing across her full lips. "I would like to hear the rest of your story sometime, just... now right now."
The trail of lights ended at a very organic looking spiral staircase. Reyna took a moment to examine it, somewhat loathe to step barefoot onto something that looked both spongy and alive, but in the end she realized she had no choice as there was nowhere else to go.
"Looks like the only way out it up," Reyna said as she mounted the steps, the hand not resting on Kyle's arm gripping the railing for additional support. "Shall we?"
[OOC: I'm thinking we're near a good wrap point, how about you? We can leave it here or you can add another Kyle tag before we wrap it if you'd like.]