Talk About Timing...

[cityship]

While chaos was going on in the city, a level below the Living Areas, the rest of the ship was functioning normally. Stacy, apparently oblivious to goings on in the city, likely do to her malfunctioning sensors there, carried on with ship business

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[childof_science]

Z5 slid out of the pod, and lay sprawled on the floor for a few moments, caught between sleep and consciousness. Slowly, the creature stirred, and shakily sat up in what could be described as a squat - though it's anatomy didn't quite correlate with a human's version of the posture.

The slime was not an immediate concern for Z5, as it could not smell nor taste it. It felt uncomfortable on it's skin, of course, but not important at the moment.

The alein flexed it's long ears, trying to detect some sign of life. The room was so large, so quiet. There was a sound somewhat like breathing, but even that felt strange. Timidly, with the strength of just a weak, passing thought, it projected into the void a single thought. 'Hello?'

[cityship]

||Hello DEC Z5X9-YQ4.||

[childof_science]

The DEC stood up, surprised. It knew the difference between spoken word and mind-speech, and that was clearly mind-speech. As far as Z5 knew, only two other species had that ability, the first being its own. It instantly put the creature at ease.

'Ah, hello.' It projected, this time louder and more relaxed, 'Excuse me, but would you mind telling me were I am? Is this a training session? This wasn't too far off from the old military training the alien had received on its home planet, and it would explain why the voice knew its name.

However, Z5 hadn't been to DEC in years... why would they want the experiment now?

[cityship]

||This is not a training session. You are here.||

Very helpful, Stacy.

[kindofscary]

With a wet splooge noise, the Master found himself hunched over on the floor. Muggy headed from sleep, a biological necessity that he wasn't particularly accustomed to, he stared lamely at his crotch.

"Hello genitalia," he sighed woozily. Shaking the murk, he attempted to get to his feet, only to slip on the film of goo that coated him. "What the hell is going on?"

[cityship]

||You have been Chosen--|| And she said his real name.

[kindofscary]

In his haze he attributed the voice to the only being in existence that could know his name, "This is a new low for you, Doctor."

He rose to examine the pod from which he was birthed, slipping once more, "Esoteric disguise, candid use of a discarded title; imprisoning your rivals in some sort of- is this an incubation booth? Honestly, it sounds like something I'd do."

Yes, yes he made a note of it for future evil.

[cityship]

||The Doctor is one of your fellow pod-mates. The Doctor not here; he is currently not on this level. I am STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT, though many refer to me as Stacy.||

With her name cam a flurry of emotions. Caring, motherly love, all those things.

||You are the Master. You have many names. Which would you prefer to be identified by?||

[pridebeforefail]

Post-sliding out of his pod, Starscream only noticed one thing at first as his mind slowly cleared out of his haze. It wasn't his surroundings, or the oil-like muck coating him, or any of the others in the same predicament; instead it was one very simple thing.

"I have a body." He laughed suddenly, then crowed, "I have a body! No more staring into that pompous, scrap-worthy tyrant's face! I'm free! I have a body! I'm-"

It was at that moment he finally began to take notice of his surroundings, particularly the fact that he wasn't towering over everything, as he'd gotten used to.

"...I'm short."

[cityship]

||Your consciousness has been transferred into a humanoid sized body. It has the same functionality of your previous one, merely a smaller size,|| came a voice.

[pridebeforefail]

"What do you mean, a smaller size? Who's talking?" Starscream went on alert immediately as he heard the voice, bringing his null rays up to bear. He was certainly glad to have a proper body again, but it was easy enough to go on guard. After all, he had no idea who had rescued him from space, why they had given him a tiny body, or if the current speaker even had anything to do with all of it.

[cityship]

||Your consciousness has been downloaded into a mechanical form that is nearly identical in function, but slightly larger than the average humanoid in size,|| she clarified.

||I am Stacy.||

[asluciferfell]

Javert, once he had fallen the tumbling, slime-covered slide of the newly released, jumped up immediately- and immediately looked rather disgusted by his current state. Slime. Wonderful.

And somewhere he didn't recognize-- either the bottom of the Seine was far more interesting than he'd known, or he was in hell. Both, possibly, as they did not seem mutually exclusive.

[cityship]

||You seem distressed. Would you like a mild sedative?||

The needle-arms came out of the walls, probably not helping with the whole 'I'm in hell' thing.

[asluciferfell]

No, no they really don't. "No, thank you." Javert said quickly. He's not quite sure where that voice came from, or the needles for that matter, and he'd like them to stay away.

"Where am I, then?" He asked- Satan? God? Whatever had decided to steal him from the river and was now talking to him. ...In his head. ...Fantastic.

[cityship]

||You are in the Pod Caverns.||

So helpful.

[girl_of_steel]

Sploooooosh!

Kara Zor-El fell to the ground, covered in slime. Ew. Ew ew ew. Slime? Seriously? She pushed locks of ooze-covered hair out of her unnaturally blue eyes and scrambled to her feet. It's then that she realized that she was naked. ... Brainiac? Did Brainiac do this? Is he now just collecting people and freeze-sliming them?

She's too confused to be angry or scared.

That'll kick in in a few moments, she's sure.

[girl_of_steel]

Kara turns at the sound of the "Guh" to see a very naked, very blonde-haired, very fit male specimen staring at her openly. Now, had she been wearing her costume, she might have been okay with this. As things stood now? Hell no.

Instantly her hands move to cover herself up. "Hey! Keep your eyelids closed, Greeny!"