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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-04-01 12:09 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 phosphorescent 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] eye-of-blundera.livejournal.com 2011-04-02 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"They rarely are." Lion-O muses. "I promise you that that ThunderCats and I will help you in any way we can to deal with this Zant character."

[identity profile] twilit-midna.livejournal.com 2011-04-02 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
She grinned. "Well, that's awful nice of you! So, do you have any way of tracking down this Sword of Omens? A swanky weapon like that has to have something special about it, right?"

[identity profile] eye-of-blundera.livejournal.com 2011-04-03 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmm, well, there is one thing I could try." Lion-O holds his hand up in the air. "Sword of Omens, come to my hand!" He waits a moment, and nothing happens. Lion-O puts a hand to his chin and thinks.

"Something must be keeping it back. I believe it is here though, I can feel it."

[identity profile] twilit-midna.livejournal.com 2011-04-03 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"Weeeell... do you want to go look for it? Maybe when we get closer, you'll be able to find it."

He can feel where the sword is, huh? A useful talent. "We can start up that row of lights there, if you'd like."

[identity profile] eye-of-blundera.livejournal.com 2011-04-03 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe. Seems like the best thing to do at the moment. Alright lets go." Lion-O says and they start walking. "And maybe we'll find your friend while we're at it."

[identity profile] twilit-midna.livejournal.com 2011-04-04 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Midna follows Lion-O, trailing slightly behind; she's not really used to staying out in the open, but considering all the confused, naked people staggering around, maybe no one would even notice.

"Seen any of your friends?"

[identity profile] eye-of-blundera.livejournal.com 2011-04-04 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
"No, not yet. With the Sword, I could call upon them." Lion-O answers. It's about now that he notices Midna has been floating.

"Do you posses some form of magic?"