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Throughout the ship, people would hear the familiar voice of Stacy in their heads.

||Pod Release Protocols Initating||

In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There was condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.

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A little ways away from all of the other new releases...something else got released too.

It didn't exactly seem dangerous ~~yet~~, but it probably would seem quite...freaky.

Out of a pod, slid a small, furry, light brown...thing, with bits of metal, and covered in slime. It started flailing around, letting out a strange sound that sounded something like Riiiiiiiaaaaaoooouuuuuu!

And then, to bring the freakiness of the whole situation to the Nth degree, it started yelling, in a warped, computer-generated voice.

"Ssssst!nk! Sssssssst!nk!!!"

||Number Two, you will be cleaned if you follow the lights.||

They appeared along the floor.

The thing eventually stopped flailing, revealing that it was...well, just a cat.

...Okay, just a cat with metal bits sticking out of it in random places and patches of fur permanently shaved off.

"Wer is 2?" she said, in that same warped voice without moving her mouth, taking up a defensive stance and looking around cautiously.

||You are in the Pod Caverns.|| Helpful.

...Ever so helpful.

"Pod ca-vurns? Wer is?"

||The Pod Caverns are here.||

Super helpful.

2 doesn't really have much patience in general, let alone when she isn't given what she wants.

She begins to growl loudly.

"Ssssst!nk boss! Wer is U?"

||I am here.||

Get used to it 2. Bwaa ha!

Just because the little cat doesn't have her armor doesn't mean she isn't willing to cause trouble.

Realizing that the pods look important, she hops underneath the nearest one, putting her jaws around a tube going from the wall to the pod itself, ready to clamp down on it at a moment's notice.

"Tell wer 2 is, or 2 breaks!"

Tentacles suddenly appeared from the wall, grabbed her, and slammed her against the floor, none too gently, but not hard enough to break bones.

||Damage to your fellow podmates or the ship will result in Violations. This is your only warning.||

Cybil had come to see if there were any new, confused people to guide upstairs. She'd heard the screeching, robotic talking, and heard the yowling, and...

Found Stacy slamming a cat against the floor?

"Stacy! Chill the fuck out, would you?"

2 began scratching at the tentacles holding her.

"Sssssst!nk! Ssssst!nk! Let 2 go!"

Did that cat just fucking talk?

That cat fucking talked.

Jesus.

"Calm down! Calm down and stop moving for a second and she'll let you go."

2 just realized there was someone else there, and despite being pissed at her current situation, is too cautious to be caught in such a vulnerable position.

She stops scratching, waiting to be let down, and stares at Cybil, making sure she isn't a threat.

The tentacles let her down. Cybil crouched to make herself smaller and less threatening and slowly held out a hand for sniffing.

"I'm not gonna hurt you."

2 takes a defensive stance again as she cautiously sniffs Cybil's hand, memorizing her scent.

"Who R U?"

"My name's Cybil," she said. "I started out coming out of those pods just like you. We all did. We're all lost."

"U not know wer here is?"

She just wanted to go back to where 1 and the homeless human were.

"All we know is we're on some kind of space ship. We were all taken against our will. We're all trying to find our way home."

2 lets out a sigh through her nose (cats don't sigh through their mouths, after all), quite visibly unhappy with the current situation.

Now that she's calmer, she remembers that she's covered in goop, and tries licking some off, only to spit it back out.

"Ssst!nk," she says in a rather grumpy, displeased tone.

"I can take you to get cleaned up."

Considering it was better than trying to cough all that stuff up after every time she tries to lick it off...

"Kay," she says simply.

Cybil led the way, following the lights.

Led the way for the talking cat.

Jesus Christ.

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