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Entry tags:
- !plot: contact,
- aeneas,
- angie spica,
- axl,
- billy cranston,
- cagalli yula athha,
- celena vantari,
- dean winchester,
- demon alessa,
- fate testarossa harlaown,
- fifth doctor,
- hikari yagami,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- jenny,
- john connor,
- katara,
- kate bishop,
- kaylee frye,
- laurie collins,
- loren,
- marcus wright,
- matt olsen,
- mei-xing,
- nanoha,
- nathan petrelli,
- nightwing,
- queen nanashi,
- renne,
- rose tyler,
- samuel henderson,
- sarah connor,
- sasami masaki jurai,
- scarlet witch,
- simon tam,
- sofia mantega,
- son of satan,
- stephen valkonan,
- vega obscura,
- vivio takamachi,
- wyn callahan,
- yoshimi ito
Reign of Destruction
By this point, the Ohm had spread all across the planet.
Destruction spread throughout the cities of Zokez II. There were evacuees that still needed to escape. People that needed saving.
It was time for the crew to do what they did best.
[ooc: Sub-plots! Check here before tagging.]
Destruction spread throughout the cities of Zokez II. There were evacuees that still needed to escape. People that needed saving.
It was time for the crew to do what they did best.
[ooc: Sub-plots! Check here before tagging.]
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Rose reached the shuttle shortly after, almost as laden with lethal weaponry as the Connors and carrying the meter-long laser rifle she’d lost upon arrival on Stacy. As soon as she’d read the message on the Omnicomm, she’d known that the Doctor would be in the midst of things and figured she’d lend a hand.
She situated herself with her back to the shuttle, not particularly keen to being ambushed from behind. “It was the defense grid that was keepin’ the Ohm out, right? Makin’ this safe for vacation." At least that's what the guide had said at the beginning of shore leave.
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"Do ye think ye can get it back up, Doctor?"
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Tony had rushed over as soon as he heard about the defense grid. He didn't get to bring his suit on planet, so this is the closest he could get to helping. He wasn't too excited about that, but damn if he was gonna sit around and do nothing.
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Technicians: check.
Well then, everything seemed to be in order. The Doctor popped out from within the shuttle—he’d already started looking around inside, what a surprise—to give the assembled group a glance over.
First priorities went to those he was most familiar with. A rather out-of-place smile was cast in Rose and Jamie’s general direction. It quickly tensed when he noticed the massive amount of firepower one of those companions was carrying. Ah well; if she traveled with him, then chances were good that she was wise with weapons and would know when the proper time was to use them.
“That’s right,” the Doctor nodded, eyes flickering to a slightly…younger individual that had just come in to offer his services, “I suspect that the Ohm disabled the facility shortly after landing, so it should be deserted enough at this point. As for getting there—“
He held up a handful of wires, giving them a brief, pained expression before stuffing them deep into one of his coat pockets.
“—I think this shuttle should be working now. We, ah, might have to borrow another one for the trip back though.”
What might have been a nervous chuckle escaped in the ensuing pause. Then the Doctor figured he should stand up for the gathered collective—so to speak—thus he hopped out of the idle cruiser and cleared his throat.
“—Ah. Excuse me—hello—“ a meek wave went to the deranged-looking child standing guard nearby, “—No time to waste, we can introduce ourselves along the way. So, first things first…”
He gestured behind him at the shuttle.
“Can anyone operate this?”
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"So what you're saying is that in order to repair this grid, we will need both those able to fix it and those able to provide cover. I suppose I can do that. I cannot fly an aircraft though."
If she knew any of the others, she gave no indication of it. In fact, she had a perfectly impassive expression.
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Angie had been running all over the place. Almost literally since she was in at least two or three different places. But when she saw the group at the shuttle, she stopped and nodded. "Shouldn't be a problem in the least."
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"Right, so... does anyone actually know where the defense grid's control center is?" she asks, pushing her sunglasses to the top of her head.
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Ah, private company vehicles. What would we do without them?
The Doctor opened his mouth, only to gape for a moment when he noticed demon-child kind of…flicker for a moment. It was only then that he realized she'd been partially invisible, perhaps outside the usual human perception; enhanced Time Lord senses tend to play those sorts of tricks. He speedily regained his composure and returned to previous matters.
"—Yes, well, not really," the Doctor crinkled his brow and shoved his hands in his pockets, "One assumes that it's inside the main Veratech facility someplace. If we're lucky and some of the employees or representatives survived the initial wave, then we might be able to get them to show us."
The 'if not…' part was left out for obvious reasons of taste.
I warned all of you didn't I?
"You're a tech right?" he asked Wyn as he stepped up to her. "If you are I'm with you. Mom, and Marcus you two are with me. Doc you already seem to know some of these people so why don't they go with you."
"You protect the kid, and take that freakgirl over there with you." As he spoke he pointed quickly at Stephen, and then Alessa. Turning his attention to the newest arrival he made a quick assesment. "And you metal. Go with the kid or the Doc. We don't have enough people to make another team. Everyone got all that? Good! Let's load up that vehicle with as much ammo as we can, and move out. Stay together, stay sharp, and work as a team, and hopefully we'll all come back from this."
Not once did it occur to him that any of them might have an issue with him giving out orders. Even if it had he wouldn't have cared. The proverbial fecal matter had hit the rotary oscillator, and they needed to get organized before they were cut down by these bugs. That meant someone had to take charge, and if that someone had to be him so be it.
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She slid into one of the pilot's seats, putting her hand to the console. No time to figure out the proper way to turn it on. Wires came out of her hand and slid into the panel so that she could download what she needed. And get the engines going at the same time.
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Jono headed straight for the shuttle, raising a hand. Oi! Wait up! he 'shouted' as he got closer. 'Eard you need some blokes what'll run guard duty?
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Then again, too many cooks spoiled the soup, et cetera, so if it turned out the guards needed an extra set of hands, Stephen knew where he'd end up.
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She simply followed the Doctor and Angie, since they were the ones she'd been told to stick next to. Providing cover would be something she was actually quite skilled at.
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He kept his own gun ready, just in case any spare Ohm decided to show up. While he wasn't as armed as some of the others, he had made sure that he had some things - including a very nice knife, even if it wasn't his. He scanned the area, trying to quash some nervousness. The longer they waited, the better the chance of being attacked before they could even get off the ground.
"Aye, Jono'd be good to have with us." he chimed in. "Could we not get going soon, though?"
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Marcus took the assault rifle and magazines, glancing over at the blonde girl he was supposed to be guarding as she made her way into the cockpit. It could have been worse... maybe.
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Catching Jamie’s look, she grinned and rolled her eyes, her expression clearly stating that she was no stranger to the Doctor’s penchant for jiggery-pokery. Sure that the Scot would keep an eye on the Doctor, she moved off to start carrying munitions from the Humvee to the shuttle.
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orz
BUT. If there was one thing that would get on his nerves if it didn’t stop soon, it was—
“—Kindly refrain from calling me ‘Doc’, if you would be so—“ the Doctor folded his arms and attempted to address the quickly dissipating group, looking flustered, “—kind—“
He frowned and gave up. Annoying abbreviations could be ignored for the time being; meanwhile, the Doctor was headed back for the shuttle, giving the Engineer (”How quaint.”) a friendly nod as he passed the front cabin. He was, of course, momentarily intrigued by what she was doing, and probably would’ve inquired further if there weren’t Ohm biting at their heels. So to speak.
Well, Ohm and Jamie. The Doctor motioned at his two companions with a jerk of the head as he hopped into the back of the vehicle (pointedly notpicking up a weapon from the humvee beforehand) and staked out a place to sit for the ride over. Jono got a similarly polite smile as he found a spot by one of the ramps.
“—Right. Come along then, no time to waste!”
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"If you're a tech then you're with me." He said over his shoulder to Stephen. "You're more valuable getting that grid back up than handling a weapon. There's enough of us to do that. Take a weapon just in case though." Not as many guards per tech as he'd like, but when did he ever have the sort of resources, and numbers that were ideal.
John stepped into the shuttle with the last of the ammo, securing it before taking a seat. "Doctor do you have any other intel about where we're headed? A map maybe? I know we don't have much choice, but I'd like for us to not be completely blind going in.
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Metal were friends.
...she tried very hard not to clench her gun any tighter and to pointedly keep her finger off the trigger. She wasn't supposed to shoot friendlies. Sarah eyed Marcus for a long moment.
"You fuckers ready or what?" she asked, scowling from somewhere inside the shuttle. "Goddamn, I could use a cigarette."
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Not that it mattered either way. They could care about whatever they liked and do whatever they wanted. She would follow order so long as it got her closer to fighting, and even if some of them were acting like apes, at least they were prompt apes.
Not that she wouldn't put one in their place if they mouthed off to her. Normally she could withhold those sort of violent motions, but not when she'd spent the last few days around sun and happy people.
"Let's go then."
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Well, that's a relief. For a moment there, Jamie thought he'd have to resort to stronger measures to get the Doctor into the shuttle - especially when he stopped to see what that metal lass was doing. Typical of the Doctor, though, to not want to go and then three seconds later decide that no, really, we should all hurry up now.
Jamie doesn't quite roll his eyes at that, but there is a rather long-suffering look on his face as he stumps off after the others and climbs aboard the shuttle.
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"You're telling me," Stephen said to John's mother. He'd actually entertained the idea of looking for cigarettes or something like them on the vacation world, and then decided that the enforced cold turkey was probably good for him. Probably.
He picked up his bag, made sure the handgun's safety was on, and boarded the shuttle, finding himself a seat.
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“If anyone managed to survive the initial assault and activate security measures, we’ll be goin’ through them plus whatever Ohm are about.” Not to mention the reinforcements that would be sent when the Ohm realized someone was trying to get the grid online. “Would it be possible to turn ‘em off from the shuttle if we need to?”
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