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Apparently she'd been in some kind of induced hibernation for a while. That explained one thing, at least.

"Pod caverns?"

More and more, this was starting to sound like aliens--between the advanced biotechnology and the psychic communication, she didn't know how it could be anything else. Well, she'd always wondered when she'd run into them...

She looked back at her--podmate? It fit the theme, anyway--then up in the general direction of the ceiling. "Could you tell us who you are?"

||I am--||

They both would suddenly feel a wave of emotion wash over them, something like a mixture of maternal love, duty, and honor.

||The closest pronunciation human vocal chords would be capable of is STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT, though many refer to me as Stacy.||

Pod caverns? What the hell? Didn't sound like anything he knew of, and he saw much of the Company's files. Especially those on Adam Monroe.

"And who do you work for?" Linderman's dead, so unless Adam somehow figured out parts of it and was out for revenge, he couldn't see anybody coming after him for it. He wasn't even the one who killed him.

But then that feeling appeared in his mind. It wasn't like Matt's ability, and a lot more benevolent seeming than Maury. Nathan was still somewhat wary.

||Information classified.||

Nathan's eyes narrowed at that, and he then demanded, "No, you listen to me, where's Bob? I want to talk to him right now. Are you with the Company? Working with Maury?"

||There is no one by the name of 'Bob' on the active roster.||

At the second part: ||Information classified.||

Big surprise there.

Nathan moved closer, trying to locate the source of the voice. He's likely to start pounding the organic walls in a moment, or try to tear them.

"Where are you? I want to talk to your supervisor now. I demand to know what the hell is the meaning of this." Like hell he's about to let himself be kidnapped and experimented on.

||I am here. There is no one with the title of supervisor currently in charge of me.||

And then, after a moment.

||This, according to the Random House Unabridged Dictionary 2006 ed.: Pronoun, 1, used to indicate a person, thing, idea, state, event, time, remark, etc., as present, near, just mentioned or pointed out, supposed to be understood, or by way of emphasis. 2, used to indicate one of two or more persons, things, etc., referring to the one nearer in place, time, or thought...||

Whether she was being a bitch, or just being waaaaay too literal, it was hard to tell.

He had reached one of the organic walls, and brought his hands up to attempt tearing the material apart.

"Cute, now you're letting us go, or I will take you down."

A tentacle of pure energy appears out of the wall, rapidly wrapping itself around Nathan's waist and slamming him into the ground. Another tentacle appears, and injects some unknown fluid from a needle at the end into his bloodstream through his arm.

At this point, Nathan would start feeling extremely sluggish.

||Please refrain from damaging ship systems. Continued attempts at doing so will result in a Violation. Accumulating 15 Violations will earn you Punishment.||

Nathan staggered around, and his surroundings swum a little.

"What... what the hell did you just do to me?" He glanced back at over at the woman, and fell over to the floor. "Just... just want some damn answers."

||I have given you a mild sedative. I have been answering your inquiries to the best of my ability.||

Great, drugged. If she wasn't with the Company, it definitely felt familiar. He blinked a few times, felt like everything had slowed down.

"What do you want with us?" Had to know of his ability then.

||You have been Chosen. You and others like you have been brought here to accomplish great things.||

Chosen? Which means yet another talk about destiny by the sound of it.

"Chosen for what? Or is that classified too?"

Survey says...

||Information classified.||

Sleepy grumble from the ex-Congressman.

".....Figures. All right, what can you tell us about being brought here?"

||You were taken, and placed into podsleep so proper life support could be provided until such time that it was necessary to have you released.||

"What about our clothes? Belongings?" Keeping it simple since the reason behind being taken was classified, and likely along with a lot of other explanations.

"And where are we?"

||Clothing will be provided in the Clothing Room. Standard authorization belongings will be stored in the Weapons and Possessions Lockers. You are currently in the Pod Caverns.||

Good, now we're getting somewhere. Another glance over at the woman before Nathan asked, "Fine, so where's the Clothing Room?"

A trail of pustules along the ground begin to glow, leading off into the distance.

||This way, please.||

Not gonna ask, don't want to know.

"You coming or what?" He asked the woman before he started to walk along the lit up path.

Once the man--Lacaille had mentally dubbed him "Mirzam"-- had started going on about this "Company" of his, she'd tried once or twice to speak up and tell him that this probably wasn't what he thought it was. Once he'd started threatening violence, she'd quietly moved off a bit to examine the chrysalis mechanism she'd emerged from, figuring she'd let him and the... intelligence they were communicating with work things out.

That wasn't to say she hadn't been paying attention (all right, she hadn't, mostly, though the intelligence was hard to ignore), but she'd ended up so absorbed in her examination that she jumped a bit when Mirzam called over to her. "Oh, sorry," she said, having the grace to sound a little sheepish. She rose from the crouching position she'd settled into and headed over towards him... then proceeded to get sidetracked by the path. "Are those bioluminescent?"

"Maybe? Right now I just care that they work, and we're getting some clothing." He'll reconsider it once he learns what kind it is, but for now he just didn't want to be coated in slime and naked.

He stumbled a little as they walked, the sedative slowing his normal fast strides.