cityship: (Stacy--Actual Face)
cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-08-01 12:28 pm

Podpop

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||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.

[identity profile] galacticfairy.livejournal.com 2010-08-02 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
"My head is completely occupied with getting back to Frontier."
shootingblancs: (Hot-chick-radar activate)

[personal profile] shootingblancs 2010-08-02 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. We have to get out of this place first."

There were lights on the ground up ahead in the distance, and it almost looked like they marked... a path? "Speaking of which..."

[identity profile] galacticfairy.livejournal.com 2010-08-02 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's not exactly a red carpet," she grumbled, but, still holding tightly on to Michael's hand, started up the illuminated path.
shootingblancs: (Snipes)

[personal profile] shootingblancs 2010-08-02 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's enough to make you almost think that they don't know how to treat an intergalactic star," he said offhandedly as he moved in front of Sheryl, instinctively taking point.

"I wonder where this takes us--!!" his sentence was cut off abruptly as a tentacle (or rather, a series of tentacles) sprung from the wall headed in their general direction. They'd found the clothing room, apparently.
shootingblancs: (Is that a suppository?!)

[personal profile] shootingblancs 2010-08-02 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Horrible impalement-related demise aside, Michael liked to think he was pretty handy in a fight. Which was why it was especially embarrassing that the tentacles had lashed around him before he could so much as push Sheryl out of the way.

...and then they stuffed him into clothes.

Wow, he hadn't been expecting that.
shootingblancs: (Michel does not approve of this)

[personal profile] shootingblancs 2010-08-02 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know!" he shot back as the tentacles slid back into the walls leaving them alone in the hallway, now firmly clothed.

"I'll be happy if I don't ever have to do that again."

[identity profile] galacticfairy.livejournal.com 2010-08-02 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've had it!" she shouted. "I've had it with slime and I've had it with tentacles and I've had it with where is everyone?"
shootingblancs: (Genreblind)

[personal profile] shootingblancs 2010-08-02 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
He was almost tempted to shout back - this was all a bit much to take in at once on top of not being dead - but no, that was what Alto would have done. And he, at least, knew how to treat a lady. Even Sheryl.

"We're not going to find them if we stand here and yell all day. Let's keep going."

He was now the one tugging her forward by the hand. He'd carry her if he had to.

[identity profile] galacticfairy.livejournal.com 2010-08-02 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
All things considered -- and here, "all things considered" meant "now that there were clothes," she actually wouldn't have minded being carried. Making her own way didn't exclude catching a few free rides. "As far as we have to," she nodded.
shootingblancs: (Huh. Is that so?)

[personal profile] shootingblancs 2010-08-02 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
What a coincidence, Sheryl - he might have been more inclined to carry you without the clothes. Not that he'd say that. "We must be going in the right direction," he mused out loud as they walked, ascending a spiraling... staircase? Could you call it a staircase if it seemed organic?

"They wouldn't have dressed us if we didn't need to be dressed."

[identity profile] galacticfairy.livejournal.com 2010-08-02 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"One point for not being perverted nudists, minus one for terrible taste."
shootingblancs: (I see what you did there)

[personal profile] shootingblancs 2010-08-02 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't know, it's kind of interesting to wear something with a ... pulse."

[identity profile] galacticfairy.livejournal.com 2010-08-03 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
"... I don't want to think about it."
shootingblancs: (Quirk)

[personal profile] shootingblancs 2010-08-03 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Then I'll think for the both of us."

There was silence for a few moments as they walked. "...did you hear it speaking into your head, too?"

[identity profile] galacticfairy.livejournal.com 2010-08-03 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
"I heard something," she said, frowning.
shootingblancs: (Hot-chick-radar activate)

[personal profile] shootingblancs 2010-08-03 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"'Something' is a good word for it," he agreed. "It sounded friendly, but..."

[identity profile] galacticfairy.livejournal.com 2010-08-03 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
"But I don't have implants," Sheryl protested. "There isn't a voice in my head!"
shootingblancs: (Genreblind)

[personal profile] shootingblancs 2010-08-03 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Of course she didn't have implants, he'd just seen--oh. The other kind. The banned-on-Frontier kind. "Why would I have implants? I still heard it."

[identity profile] galacticfairy.livejournal.com 2010-08-03 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
"It must have been around our heads."
shootingblancs: (I see what you did there)

[personal profile] shootingblancs 2010-08-03 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"I know what 'around our heads' sounds like, and that wasn't it," he countered.

[identity profile] galacticfairy.livejournal.com 2010-08-03 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"But it can't be in our heads!"
shootingblancs: (Gunshy)

[personal profile] shootingblancs 2010-08-03 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
"It wouldn't be the most impossible thing I've seen today."

[identity profile] galacticfairy.livejournal.com 2010-08-03 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"It would be less creepy than the tentacles..." she conceded.

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