A House Divided [Part 2]

[cityship]

[Instructions: Here.]

The fighting begins in earnest, as bystanders get dragged in, have to duck out of the way, or join in to help out, but with more people entering the fray, there's even more chaos.

Buildings have been cracked, a nearby fountain has been smashed, causing water to pour over the ground and make things even more of a mess.

Can anyone, Security or the Conspirators, keep the situation under control?

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[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"Sorry about this, Chief," says Leela, diving in and trying to kick his gun away.

[ravaged-rose.livejournal.com]

"I'm not really sorry myself though." Rose quips, stepping in to try to pin him down.

Bystanders

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

And Katara, who was planning to make a decision to fight, found that she would be a bit busy first. The water was easy enough to take care of: she'd lifted it effortlessly, and was starting to move it toward the debris, hoping to move it out of harms way. Katara waterformed octopus right now, flinging the arms out to either push people out of the way or intercept falling concrete chunks from the buildings. It wasn't as easy as it looked, but Katara had a sharp eye.

All the while, she was evaluating the Security team.

Carol was there, and Katara felt a painful pang. She wouldn't engage her: she was a friend, and even so, she'd lose easily. Chief was getting attacked, by that woman Leela she'd met awhile ago. They might have a chance. She saw others she knew too: Kirk, for instance, and Leon and several others she recognized. They were pretty strong, but they relied on their weapons too.

She was almost certain she felt the presence of someone familiar too. Danny maybe? That would be difficult: she was actually fond of the ghost boy.

Re: Bystanders

[halfa-hero.livejournal.com]

Danny hadn't quite gotten involved yet. Unless it looked liked the Security team really needed help, or a bystander was going to get hurt, he wasn't going to give away his advantage.

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

Worf was about to take the shot when Ronon acted and gave away his true identity. He quickly stepped up to Worf, breaking formation, and shoved Worf's arm into the air so that his phaser pointed away from Sam and a shot was fired into the sky.

Taking advantage of the the short confusion, Ronon disarmed Worf and threw a punch at his face in an effort to separate them from the rest of the Security escort. The less people in the picture, the better for the conspirators.

[sonof-mogh.livejournal.com]

Worf was, sadly for him, taken completely by surprise. Ronon was a double agent, that much was clear. And Worf had little love for that sort of underhanded trickery. He tried to get his phaser into position for a shot, cursed as it went spinning off along the pavement. No time for this, he had to get control of the situation back.

The Klingon ducked to one side as Ronon threw his punch, then rammed his riot shield towards the other's gut, following with blow with his free hand aimed at Ronon's head.

[governmentninja]

The situation was spiraling out of control, and fast. He was afraid this would happen.

But that may be the difference between himself and them. He didn't decide things because of his fears, he did what was right despite having them.

Regardless, he still had Schmuz, and he still had to deliver his prisoner to his new jail. That meant he couldn't afford to stay in the middle of a fire fight. He ordered his team, those who were still loyal, to cover him as best they could while he broke off and ran towards the Hub.

[inthetimebefore.livejournal.com]

The arrow, with a tiny sprig of mistletoe tied to it for some reason, comes shooting out of seemingly nowhere. It may or may not hit Leon, but it's a crack shot, and the projectile packs much more of a punch than it really technically should be able to.

One would have to look up to see the cause. A strange red-haired main in simple archaic-looking clothes and a cloak is perched at the edge of a building. He laughs, sending another three arrows Leon's way, one after the other. One misses broadly, knocking the tail off a bronze statue of a lion sitting there as part of a building's decoration, but the other two are rather closer -

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Sheeana smelled it before she saw it. Water, clean, treasure that her Fremen instincts told her to run towards. There was a girl about a year younger than her manipulating it somehow, forming great psuedo-sentient shapes.

Which meant...She backed away from the fighting and keyed up her ominicomm, entered Arha and Ghanima's signatures..

< < Protect the makers. > >

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

Arha crouched, a hiss gathering at the back of her throat as her senses picked up the prickle that meant fresh water was near. It would kill the worms and it made her stomach roil to think of it. The ominicomm activated a second after the realization hit her.

<< They will be protected, >> she responded, the quick movements she made sharp and cutting as she quickly moved the makers from any water danger they might encounter. Shai-Hulud would have her water if it was necessary.

[jedimacguyver.livejournal.com]

Obi-Wan had known for certain the trouble would begin, as ever, only just before it began. Never ask him what would happen in the next hour or year, but anything within the next thirty seconds could be sensed with a startling amount of accuracy. He wasn't directly involved in the situation, true, but he'd agreed with the decision made, once he'd heard what had happened. It wasn't perfect, but it was as right a choice as could be made, given the circumstances. He'd made many worse in his life. Of course, it was never quite that easy. So, when the fight had broken out in flashy and spectacular fashion, Obi-Wan had already had his hand on his Lightsaber under the enveloping cloak.

Now he thumbed the switch and it crackled to life; a conspicuous, deadly reminder of his presence. It was only a precaution, after all, but with guns being waved in every direction — and more — one couldn't count on anything.

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

Arha had felt the air change subtly just before the fighting had begun and crouched low to the ground, scanning for injured. While she could turn into a deadly rush of blades and frighteningly quick movement in an instant, it was her healing hands that would come in handy should water be shed.

Her blue-within-blue eyes narrowed as a soft hiss escaped her lips.

No blade would be unsheathed less someone was fool enough to turn against her.

[demonbloodsam.livejournal.com]

Seeing Leon making for the hub--with the Yeerk in his arms--Sam was off like a rocket, chasing down the leader of Team Echo. He couldn't let him get to the hub. He wouldn't let him get to the hub. Not with the Yeerk. Not where Stacy could intervene. So Sam was going to do whatever he had to--short of killing Leon--to make sure that didn't happen.

Pulling his rock salt-loaded shotgun from the sling on his back, Sam pumped it and aimed.

[mynameisax.livejournal.com]

Once, before he'd met the Animorphs, before he'd even seen Earth, Ax had run into a War-Prince so hard that he'd knocked him over. That War-Prince had been an Andalite, having full control over all four of his legs and being, in general, much more sturdy on his feet than the average human.

Ax spotted Sam chasing after Leon and gave chase himself, pouring on the speed until he was going too fast for him to trust that he wouldn't cut Sam if he tried to strike him with the flat of his blade.

So he simply barreled right into him.

Robin v. Jean Grey

[mrsarcastic003]

For the most part, Tim is on the outskirts of the fray. He's trying to keep an eye on as much as he can, and hoping to keep any of the smaller fights from getting out of hand. They don't really want any casualties but the slug-thing Leon's carrying, and Tim is trying to make sure it stays that way.

...While helping out the other conspirators as much as he can.

He steps into the line of sight of a red-haired woman who's helping the security team. He might not be sure if he's ready to kill the Yeerk, but he can clear the way for others who are, which means distracting its protectors.

Robin has always been a very good distraction.

Re: Robin v. Jean Grey

[scarlett-flames.livejournal.com]

Jean's eyebrow immediately shoots up when the dark haired young man steps into her line of site and she pauses. With all the madness going on around her it doesn't take much to figure out that he's one of the attackers and she frowns.

"Don't even think about doing something that might get you hurt," Jean calls out, warning him. She didn't want to hurt anyone, but at the same time she wasn't about to allow anyone of them to actually kill the Yeerk either.

[bonnypiperlad]

Jamie had been feeling uneasy earlier as the crowd gathered, but tried to ignore the feeling and had decided to stay. Now he finds himself pressed up against the side of a building, trying to figure out if it's better to be where he is or if he needs to find other cover.

He may not be positive about that yet, but one thing is absolutely certain. He does not like this, not one little bit.

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

Blitzwing is laughing wildly, not taking part in the fighting but occasionally firing erratically just for shits and giggles.

At the same time Icy is reining in, not wanting to get involved-zhis is not a fight ve should be involved in!- and thus Blitzwing reluctantly goes to find cover, bumping into Jamie on the way.
"Vhat are you doink?" the Decepticon snaps in annoyance. Oddly, his urge to punch the errant human in the face is not as strong as it might have been. "Zhis is a ridiculous place to seek cover. Too exposed."

[brainy-bot.livejournal.com]

Brainiac 5 was elsewhere in the city when he heard the commotion start up, but the moment it becomes obvious that this is more than just a minor problem, he takes to the air to get a better look at the situation.

A fight or something has started, and it looks like its spreading to catch up any and everyone in its path. He might not know why it started, but what he does know is that there are defenceless people down there and that, no matter where they are or what's going on, he's a Legionnaire.

But he doesn't have to handle things alone either.

He lands in the fray, trying to get an idea of who is doing what and where the best place to set up protective measures might be. One hand raises to create a small shield to fend off debris, while he activates his Legion communicator. "Brainiac 5 to anyone who can hear me. We have a situation in the city."

He isn't sure if the message will get through to anyone else with a flight ring or not, mostly hoping that the technology isn't so different that he may as well be talking to himself, but he figures it's worth a try before he heads further in to try and keep the damage and casualties to a minimum.

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

Lois was trying to stick to the outside of this; she didn't fancy getting caught between any of these people and their freaky powers and weaponry and fists, but she still had to know what was happening.

From where she was hiding, she was pretty sure she was safe, unless some psychopath decided to start torching or firing something crazy.

But, well, when someone's voice sounds out, like it's in the same room, and it seems to be coming from her hand, Lois stares at the ring on her finger, stunned, and rotates it on her finger to look at it better.

Did Smallville's ring just speak...?

"Just when I think it's as weird as it gets––" she trails, to herself, and then lifts her head as gunshots (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_9/128242.html?thread=9430002#t9430002) go off.

Jason Todd vs Nightwing

[reallyiscrazy.livejournal.com]

Jason had been looking forward to this. He was tucked into the shadows, keeping his eyes peeled for his dear sweet older brother. Sure he'd rather be shooting at that thing, but he'd never get close with all these people around. So he'd settle for beating the snot out of Nightwing. If he could only just spot him in the crowd.

As his eyes darted from one group to another, making sure he kept an eye on Sam and the others on his team. His eyes widened a bit at Tim's appearance in front of some red haired woman. What was the kid doing? Was he helping them? He felt a headache coming on and went back to focusing on where Nightwing was.

Re: Jason Todd vs Nightwing

[goddamnwingman]

Dick, for his part, was staying out of the middle of the fray. There were plenty of people in the center. It was easiest for him to move around the edges, trying to pick his fights.

He might have spotted Jason had it not been for Tim jumping in against Jean. Dick sighed, shaking his head. He wasn't surprised by it. Disappointed, sure, but sadly not surprised.

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

The fighting broke out. The fighting devolved. Cam didn't feel any better knowing his suspicions were right. It wasn't really one of those times where any sane person could feel better knowing they were right. It wasn't really a situation where he could feel very great about carrying a side-arm. He really would have preferred a zat, if worst came to worst.

Thus, it was probably for the best that he was given crowd control, rather than security detail. Keeping bystanders safe and out of the fray--for either side--was much easier to do when you didn't actually want to shoot anyone, than it would have been to protect the Yeerk.

[bluerose-knight.livejournal.com]

Sir Sparhawk was an innocent bystander. Perhaps not so innocent, since he was part of the jury who had elected to imprison the Yeerk rather than kill it, but he was happily taking no part in transporting the Yeerk.

At least, he wasn't until all hell broke loose.

For a split second, he stands dumbfounded. He knew that tensions had been high, but never had he expected crew to turn upon crew, friend against friend.

It reminds him of the betrayal of Martel, his former brother, and the rage that filled him then starts to fill him now. With a steely rasp, his broadsword is drawn, held in front of him, blade straight.

He does not jump straight into the fray, but waits, studying. He will not fight on the side of those who seek to kill the Yeerk, he has already made his decision about that. He will aid those who seek to imprison the Yeerk, since that was the decision that he made.

But most of all, he will defend those that need it, those that seek to withdraw from the combat, or those who face unfair odds.

And if the flat of his blade strikes hard enough to break bone, well, Sparhawk does not take betrayal of trust kindly.

[sexygman.livejournal.com]

Booth was getting annoyed rather quickly. He felt it hard to control his military side, and he was torn. Was it the after effects of the tumor? He did know it was affecting him, just based on his difficulty doing target practice in the sensoriums. Anyway, he losthed the idea of being totally enslaved to another creature. He wanted to kill it. But he also knew the value of restraint and of avoding death if need be.

he stayed to the side, ready to assist if things got out of hand but not wanting to force himself to take a side if he didn't have to.

[its-keeper.livejournal.com]

Someone else who hasn't decided her postion - mostly because she doesn't know what's going on - appears next to Booth. I say "appears," not because she suddenly materializes there, but because she runs at a speed almost too fast to be seen when she's in her Guardian form.

"Hi." She doesn't bother with time to explain her appearance, though the pixie wings are probably kind of odd to this fairly normal-looking guy. "Do you know what everyone is fighting about?"

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Wyn stood on the roof of one of the nearby buildings, biting her lip anxiously. She'd been intending to take her prototype out for some field testing in a place that wasn't disturbingly alive, but she hadn't expected to land in the middle of a war zone. She hadn't paid much attention to the trial and she certainly wasn't going to be of much use in the fight itself, but she'd damn well get the whole fight on camera.

... unless her scoutbot gets destroyed, which is a very real possibility at this point.

[aloftierview.livejournal.com]

The huge crow (the size of a human child, at least) that whips by her far faster than it should really be able to isn't a scoutbot, but by the way it's constantly remaneuvering itself to get better views of the fighting, it might be taking the same role.

And there are a pair of little quad-rotor aerial drones buzzing around that definitely aren't Wyn's, too.

Samus vs. Marcus

[tasted-death.livejournal.com]

Marcus sprinted down the city street, faster than he'd thought he ever could, drawing his pistol as he got closer to Leon-- and the Yeerk.

Re: Samus vs. Marcus

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus turned at the right moment, seeing Marcus sprinting towards them. She drew her Paralyzer and stood as a barrier between Marcus and his target.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

No way in hell Kate was going to cool off in the Sensoriums with this mess going on. She wasn't going to protect the Yeerk necessarily, but people were getting hurt in the process.

"Hey, I thought we were supposed to play nice finally? And you're supposed to be the grown ups?!?" She yelled over the din, before trying to fire a few tranq arrows to some of the fighters. She was also going to try to pull some of the bystanders away before a random punch, or weapon fire took them down.

[vision-ya.livejournal.com]

Jonas was shocked, just shocked that the adults here were fighting among themselves. Really, just shocked.

"[Well, this mess certainly looks familiar,]" he muttered to himself, flying after Kate to put himself between those who were fighting and those who were fleeing.

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

Once her attempt at convincing Leon to surrender the Yeerk had failed and the fighting had broken out, Lyta sought cover behind one of the buildings, slowly making her way back to the safety of the crowd. She'd promised Sam she'd try to reason with the security team on his behalf. She'd promised that she would try to talk to them, convince them.

She truly did feel that the conspirators may be right. The Yeerk may be too dangerous to attempt to keep locked up, especially when they didn't even have the power to eat anything other than slop, or wear anything other than pulsing leaf suits. Who were they kidding to think they had enough control over their environment to keep anyone or anything prisoner?

But her efforts had failed. And Lyta would not fight. She wouldn't be a weapon. She wouldn't allow her abilities to be used against the crew. So, once she was certain the coast was clear and she wouldn't get caught in any crossfire, Lyta slipped her way back into the crowd of bystanders.

Are You Ready For Some Yeerkball?!?!

[deputyjo.livejournal.com]

Jo caught the Yerkball Leon had thrown to her easily and quickly tucked it under her arm. Turning, she charged forward, her free arm extended, ready to push anyone aside who might be in her way.

She had to get this thing out of the city... And fast.

Re: Are You Ready For Some Yeerkball?!?!

[withteethbared.livejournal.com]

Yeerk.

Bella's been smelling it and looking for a way in, weaving among the mess of crew and ignoring all else. She's below typical sight level in her native wolf shape and has so far managed to avoid the entanglement.

But now? Now she sees Jo. Moving. She smells the creature she's come here to try to kill.

Bella surges after Jo, rising up through Hispo into Crinos form with a burst of Rage. She gallops along on all fours, massive and snarling fit to kill.

Because, well, she is.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

This wasn't going to work. It was one thing fighting one-handed, but having to do so with neither hand while the opponent had both was next to impossible. As much as he hated to do it, Sam knew he couldn't keep the Yeerk. He risked losing it anyway if he did.

So, that left one option...

While Kirk had one arm pinned to his side, Sam's other arm--his non-dominant arm--was still somewhat free. Free enough anyway.

With a quick movement, Sam hoisted the metal ball over his head and pitched it, aiming for further into the city...and away from the hub.

[governmentninja]

As much as Leon wanted to go after Sam and kick him in the head, securing the Yeerk took priority, and Leon ran after the container in hopes to retrieve it. If he can get it to the Hub, this will all be over with.

Comm Ring Traffic

[governmentninja]

«This is Security Lead to medics, Lupo is down and needs immediate attention. I repeat, Lupo is down and needs immediate attention.»

«Security Lead to all units, Winchester and his cronies are running out of tricks, they're getting desperate, and escalating the situation as a result. We need to shut these guys down NOW before anyone else gets hurt. Everyone who is on crowd control, tighten up formation, break up all fighting away from the Yeerk, and most importantly, get all these fucking kids out of this fight immediately. Chief, Worf, Samus, start putting Sam's people on their asses and make sure that they stay there, I'll handle the Yeerk. Security lead, out.»

Re: Comm Ring Traffic

[sgmitchell.livejournal.com]

So far, he thought he'd done a decent job with crowd control, despite his relative lack of experience with the job. No one had gotten killed or injured around him, and he was fairly certain no one had gotten by to interfere with the struggle--for good or ill.

All the same, new orders were welcome. Breaking up the fighting entirely? He was pretty sure he could handle that, with the others on crowd control. It was a good sign. It meant the chaos would hopefully be finished soon.

Waiting for the medics

[bluerose-knight.livejournal.com]

His feet and legs are damp from the water spray from Katara (and Sparhawk feels disappointed that the girl who seemed so sensible has cast aside common sense), and he has had to dodge round pieces of masonry, and other battlers to get to where he wanted to be.

He had heard the shot, and seen it hit. His shoulder ached with its own memory, even as he moved to the side of the fallen. It's too dangerous to leave anyone down.

"Lady, can you move?" and he addresses Jo. "This place is unsafe for wounded."

Understatement, Sparhawk.

Re: Waiting for the medics

[deputyjo.livejournal.com]

"Ya think?" Jo managed to say through clenched teeth as she looks up at Sparhawk.

Pushing herself back, she winces and curses Sam loudly - she so does NOT care if it's unlady like, her back is stinging and burning like a mofo from where the rock salt had hit her.

"Help me up," she instructs Sparhawk, holding her arm out to him. "I gotta find that prick and kick his ass!"