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[cityship]

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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[cityship]

Send out a telepathic question, get a telepathic answer.

||I am.||

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

Who are you?, Lyta asked while at the same time trying to drown out the painful buzzing in her head enough to be able to reconstruct the protective walls around her mind.

[cityship]

||I am--||

Instead of a name, Lyta would get a wave of emotions, something mixed between honor, duty, and maternal love.

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

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

The minute the emotions began to wash over her, Lyta struggled to erect the telepathic walls around her mind. She fought to ignore the painful buzzing in her head, to dull it--if even just a little. Empathy. Whoever, or whatever, was talking to her was an empath, and empaths were dangerous. Suddenly, just as the project feelings were beginning to dissipate, the walls around Lyta's mind flew up. It was like the wave of emotions, or perhaps it was her struggle to fight them, had tripped a switch in Lyta's brain--maybe some leftover Vorlon programming.

Pulling away from the pod, she twisted around as if to challenge an intruder. Her eyes, narrowed in anger, had become completely black and her mouth drew tight. "Don't ever do that again," she warned, finally speaking aloud.

[cityship]

||Very well,|| the voice said simply.

||Is there any other assistance you require?||

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

"Where am I?" she asked, looking around the room that surrounded her. "What is this place?"