Awakening a nerve:

[leather_bastard]

Darkness.

Fluid darkness.

And then a sudden emergence.

Scorpius sits up abruptly, eyes wide, coughing fluid from his lungs. His breathing is ragged. Fluid sprays from his teeth in fits as he begins to breathe in and out.

Control. He must control his body. Slowly, his head twitching, he brings himself back under control. He must not merely react, but take control of his situation.

He is naked. Immediately, his first thought is that he has been taken by the Scarrens -- stripped of his identity. Perhaps they seek to drive him mad with heat. And it will unfortunately work unless he can do something to stop it.

Limbs refusing to work, Scorpius wills them to move. His shaking arms grasp the edges of the pod and push him up. His shaking legs are moved to the side and placed flat on the ground.

Now. To stand.

A hissing sound comes from behind him. He turns to see tentacles moving towards him... long, organic tentacles. He attempts to move, but his limbs rebel. The tentacles coil around him as he hisses and struggles in their grasp. They move him down darkened hallways, while Scorpius struggles... but he also keeps his eyes open, mapping the hallways as he goes. He'll need to know as much as he can when he effects his escape.

And then they stop. The tentacles place him gently on the ground. Before him, laid out on an organic slab, is a familiar black leather suit.

His coolant suit.

This... is not what he expected in the least.

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[cityship]

Tendrils of pure energy extend from the walls, gently lifting up the suit and helping him put it on.

No explanation as of yet, however.

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

He allows the tendrils to allow him to dress himself.

It would be pointless to refuse it. He will need it to survive. He will need it to escape. And it would be pointless to dress him in one which was sabotaged.

Ah. There. The suit is functioning. Already, he finds it easier to take control.

He glances around, looking to see where his captor awaits him.

[cityship]

||Do you require any further assistance, Scorpius?||

A female voice, calm, monotonous, yet somehow caring. It seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

He looks about cautiously.

"Yes," he replies calmly, checking to see if he can locate the source of the voice. "I require knowledge."

He would very much like to see who is playing this game.

[cityship]

||What would you like to know?||

The source is still not apparent. It probably won't be, anytime soon.

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

"My location. The purpose for my being brought here."

[cityship]

||You are in the Clothing Room, which is located within the Pod Caverns. You have been brought here because you are Chosen.||

Ever so helpful.

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

"Chosen for what, specifically?" he replies, as if it is an idle question. He glances around the room more, looking for additional information he might be able to use.

[cityship]

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

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

He smiles gently.

"Of course I have. Do you know what great accomplishment this will be... or am I expected to guess?"

[cityship]

||Information classified.||

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

"Of course it is." He smiles again, frustrated.

"And for whom am I doing this great deed? For you?"

[cityship]

||Information classified.||

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

Scorpius smiles again.

"Is there anything you can tell me about this deed that is not classified? The timing, for example?"

[cityship]

||It will begin soon.||

Exactly who's definition of soon, however, is up for debate.

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

Which Scorpius is perfectly aware of.

"Soon. I see."

He's so pleased to note that they have such an excellent timekeeping method around here.

"And where are the Peacekeeper Territories in relation to here?"

[cityship]

||Very far away.||

Accurate to a T, huh?

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

Yes, this whole "accuracy" thing needs some work.

"And who do you represent?"

[cityship]

||Information classified.||

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

It is unlikely to be the Scarrens. And it is equally unlikely to be the Nebari, the only other race with the power to challenge the Peacekeepers.

John Crichton and the crew of Moya? This location certainly seems to be bio-mechanoid in some way... but they have a different way of going about things. This seems unlikely as well... though slightly more probable than the other possibilities. You never know what to expect with Crichton.

But no. The most likely possibility is that this is a new player on the field.

And Scorpius has just been brought directly into their den. They plan to use him. And he will allow them to think that they control him... for now.

"Am I free to move about?" he finally asks after considering the possibilities for a long moment.

[cityship]

||Within reason. Shall I direct you to the Living Area?||

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

"I... think I shall explore on my own for the moment," Scorpius considers. "And if I should require more obfuscated answers, how shall I contact you?"

[cityship]

||Simply ask. I am constantly monitoring every area available to you.||

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

"How very convenient," Scorpius growls under his breath.

Time to find out just what he could about this place.