||Pod Release Protocols Initiating,|| Stacy announced to the denizens of the upper levels. Down the the Pod Caverns, familiar sounds made themselves known
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It was an eerie silence...before the pod before him popped...popped him out from all nightmares--and exposing himself to the present reality.
'...Operation: systemscheck..'
Soundwave's optics flickered to life as he stood away from the pod and eliminated the goo around himself.
It was an alien place with strange substance. He scanned the walls for signs of life and suddenly stood on his guard. This ship is alive, and it is holding him from reality... or is this the reality?
He didn't bother to check anymore. Fragged up systems are the least thing he can deal with in a situation like this.
"Organic ship..." He thought out loud, his voice, monotonous.
He fisted his hands in anger. What is with this calm voice? Of all the places, why is it seemingly hardwired in his processors? Trying his hardest not to look visibly--forceful, he spoke.
"....Request: Tell me where I am. And who you are. Are not-" he paused, suddenly thinking for a moment. "..." in sudden surprise of himself, he was left speechless. He doesn't know where he is, what he is there for, whose is this voice, and-- can he even survive this time around?
He shook himself. He was not above trying to trust a meager voice, but it could--it could be his only way out... he knew he needed to find out more.
||You are in the Pod Caverns. My name is STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT, or Stacy.||
Stacy's hardwired into his emotional processors as well, considering the first name she provided stirs up feelings of motherly love, honor, and duty within Soundwave.
Shawn was pretty sure he hadn't suddenly become psychic within the couple of years he had been faking it, so he looked around for some sort of transmitter.
||I am STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT. You may call me Stacy if you prefer.||
Stacy's impossible-to-pronounce name was clearly more than just 'sounds', since it stirred feelings up inside Shawn's chest -- motherly love, duty, honor, and a handful of others besides.
Toph Bei-Fong was a generally adaptable kid. She'd always had the earth, ubiquitous and strong, to help her see. And she was like earth in that she was headstrong and stubborn. It didn't take a lot to get her frightened.
However, waking up wearing nothing but what felt like the leftovers from one of Appa's headcolds, with no earth to be seen or felt, actually was scary.
She wondered where the others were. "Sokka? Twinkle Toes? Where are you guys? Where are we? I can't see a thing!" Her voice, normally cocksure and belligerent, now sounded shaky and nervous.
And the silence she got in response was completely unnerving.
||You seem distressed, Toph,|| a voice observed. Toph was probably lucky she couldn't see the tentacle and needle combination detaching itself from the wall, but she could probably hear it just fine. ||Would you care for a mild sedative?||
||A sedative is an agent that will calm, moderate, or tranquilize nervousness or excitement,|| the voice answered promptly. ||I am STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT, you may call me Stacy. The noise is me preparing the sedative in case you desire it. Do you want the sedative?||
When Stacy spoke her name, the first one, a sense of honor, duty, and motherly love rose up in Toph's chest. Like it wasn't something she herself felt, but some kind of secondary part of the name.
Konoko had seen many things in her life. Violence, psychotic scientists, crazy cult followers, and your occasional pedophile along the route. It was an officer's life.
This? Never in a million years would she have predicted being shoved into the cold world covered in slime of all things. Coughing up whatever could be in her lungs - please don't let that be someone's spit - and stumbled to her feet. Purple hair plastered itself to her forehead and face, feeling unnatural and sticky. She tried unsticking it first with no luck, and opened her eyes.
If she was a newborn child, she would have howled.
What she did, in reality, was no different.
"Hello!? Where am I? Anyone here?" she called loudly. Nearly slipping on the green juices, she grumbled. "This isn't funny!"
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< Ahh...whoa...what? >
He was damp and slimy, which totally grossed both his human and hawk halves. In this form, everyone else towered above him, and he had to keep moving around to avoid getting stepped on, since there was no way he was flying anywhere soon.
< Where am I? We...? I seriously hope this isn't a blade ship. Marco? Ax? Jake? Cassie? Rachel? > he called out. < Or is this a dome ship? > He didn't see any Andalites though yet.
< Someone better do some explaining fast...I don't have a Xena mode like Rachel, but I don't like being played with either. > He hauled himself to one side, trying desperately to clean the goo off his feathers. < Yuck. > He was cautious about morphing because he didn't know what he might be getting into or who might see him.
It's not quite like thought-speak, but it's close!
||This is not a Blade Ship. There is no one by that name on the active crew registry. Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill, currently designated as 'Phillip' by request, is currently located in the Observation Deck. There is no one by that name on the active crew registry. There is no one by that name on the active crew registry. There is no one by that name on the active crew registry. This is not a Dome Ship.||
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'...Operation: systemscheck..'
Soundwave's optics flickered to life as he stood away from the pod and eliminated the goo around himself.
It was an alien place with strange substance. He scanned the walls for signs of life and suddenly stood on his guard. This ship is alive, and it is holding him from reality... or is this the reality?
He didn't bother to check anymore. Fragged up systems are the least thing he can deal with in a situation like this.
"Organic ship..." He thought out loud, his voice, monotonous.
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So, what's Soundwave's opinion on voices in his head?
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"....Request: Tell me where I am. And who you are. Are not-" he paused, suddenly thinking for a moment. "..." in sudden surprise of himself, he was left speechless. He doesn't know where he is, what he is there for, whose is this voice, and-- can he even survive this time around?
He shook himself. He was not above trying to trust a meager voice, but it could--it could be his only way out... he knew he needed to find out more.
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Stacy's hardwired into his emotional processors as well, considering the first name she provided stirs up feelings of motherly love, honor, and duty within Soundwave.
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"Uh, anyone here?"
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Hey Shawn! How do you feel about head voices?
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"...okaay, Who are you?"
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Stacy's impossible-to-pronounce name was clearly more than just 'sounds', since it stirred feelings up inside Shawn's chest -- motherly love, duty, honor, and a handful of others besides.
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However, waking up wearing nothing but what felt like the leftovers from one of Appa's headcolds, with no earth to be seen or felt, actually was scary.
She wondered where the others were. "Sokka? Twinkle Toes? Where are you guys? Where are we? I can't see a thing!" Her voice, normally cocksure and belligerent, now sounded shaky and nervous.
And the silence she got in response was completely unnerving.
"...Guys?"
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She was trembling from head to toe. Whether or not this ooey-gooey place was warm, it didn't matter.
She was absolutely petrified.
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When Stacy spoke her name, the first one, a sense of honor, duty, and motherly love rose up in Toph's chest. Like it wasn't something she herself felt, but some kind of secondary part of the name.
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This? Never in a million years would she have predicted being shoved into the cold world covered in slime of all things. Coughing up whatever could be in her lungs - please don't let that be someone's spit - and stumbled to her feet. Purple hair plastered itself to her forehead and face, feeling unnatural and sticky. She tried unsticking it first with no luck, and opened her eyes.
If she was a newborn child, she would have howled.
What she did, in reality, was no different.
"Hello!? Where am I? Anyone here?" she called loudly. Nearly slipping on the green juices, she grumbled. "This isn't funny!"
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Psychic voice says hello!
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< Ahh...whoa...what? >
He was damp and slimy, which totally grossed both his human and hawk halves. In this form, everyone else towered above him, and he had to keep moving around to avoid getting stepped on, since there was no way he was flying anywhere soon.
< Where am I? We...? I seriously hope this isn't a blade ship. Marco? Ax? Jake? Cassie? Rachel? > he called out. < Or is this a dome ship? > He didn't see any Andalites though yet.
< Someone better do some explaining fast...I don't have a Xena mode like Rachel, but I don't like being played with either. > He hauled himself to one side, trying desperately to clean the goo off his feathers. < Yuck. > He was cautious about morphing because he didn't know what he might be getting into or who might see him.
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It's not quite like thought-speak, but it's close!
||This is not a Blade Ship. There is no one by that name on the active crew registry. Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill, currently designated as 'Phillip' by request, is currently located in the Observation Deck. There is no one by that name on the active crew registry. There is no one by that name on the active crew registry. There is no one by that name on the active crew registry. This is not a Dome Ship.||
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