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Back on the ship...

An army cannot function without any support! Which is exactly why what was going down on the ship was so vital to what was happening planetside. Shuttles between the two managed to bring a few of the crew back up and can be used to send supplies back down. It was a vital service in this time of crisis.

[Support dudes and on ship action can go here!]

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Leon had taken command of the Bridge. His first instinct had been to go down there and get in the fight, especially with Sherry still having been on the surface. But most of the weapons were still on the ship, and for the time being, he was the highest ranking crewman on board. The responsibility was his.

Even though he had no experience commanding a starship.

But he at least had experience being tactical command and running ops, so he wasn't completely out of his depth. All he needed was to see who was where and what they needed.

Thankfully, he had some of the best hackers around still on board who could hijack a few satellites and get him eyes on the ground. The rest was simply shouting orders to get ships and weapons ready to be launched at a moments noticed, and to get ready for them to receive wounded.

Yeah, he could do this.

"I should be down there..."

The suit--there was so much he could do with the suit, but deep down, even he knew that there wasn't much with those sheer numbers. Still...

Granted, Leon felt the same, so he couldn't blame the kid. Still, now wasn't the time to be thinking like that.

"Don't worry about where you should be, focus on where you are and what you can do with it."

Jaime taps away at his console and then just gets frustrated and hooks directly in.

There, that's faster.

He and the scarab root through massive amounts of information, straight from Stacy's sensors, looking for...something.

Some kind of pattern, some hole in their defenses, some weakness.

"They're definitely a hivemind," he says after a moment. "This is incredibly well-coordinated." He bites his lower lip thoughtfully. "There has to be some way we can use that."

Edited 2010-06-23 17:40 (UTC)

"Hiveminds?"

Brenda leans over Jaime's shoulder, peering at his analysis, curiosity mixing with concern on her face.

Jaime is thinking.

Then he gets an idea.

"Brenda, what's the worst thing in the world, the thing that annoys you the most when you're trying really hard to focus on something?"

"When people won't leave me alone and stop asking me questions." She raises a brow at him. "If it's not at least passably quiet I can't think. ...you've got the 'I have an idea' face on Jaime."

Jaime looks to Leon.

"They have a language. It's so complex and--it's signals. It's like how the scarabs communicate. I don't think Khaji Da and I could translate it if we were given a hundred years to do it, or if we could even ever understand it," says Jaime.

"But Khaji is a very good mimic. We could possibly broadcast some of their signals back at them, distract them, confuse them, make them wonder what it means, whether we've deciphered their language. It's a distraction at best, but...it's like chattering at someone when they're trying to concentrate."

That, he could at least wrap his head around. He thought about it for a brief moment. And in that moment he decided that Jaime was far too polite a kid.

"It's worth a try, but what if we crank the stereo up and place the speakers right next to their ear?" American thinking at its finest. "Can you flood their communications with so much noise that they can't hear each other?" Be so loud, rude, and obnoxious that no one can get anything done while you're around.

"I can try, but I'm only going to have so long until they kick Khaji and I out and retaliate somehow," Jaime says. "If we go whole hog, it should be for something important. To cover some other tactic we're pulling."

"But right now, the plan on the ground seems to be 'not die' and 'make up the rest from there'. We need something to slow down the Ohm's momentum."

Battle planning was far easier for him when he was in the field, not watching it.

"Assuming we go with more subtle distractions, targeting smaller groups of Ohm for only a few minutes at a time and and bouncing around, giving some of the ground teams a chance to take advantage, about how long until they shut you down?"

"If you can provide a distraction," Mei Ling spoke up, "I might be able to hack into the Ohm communications and maybe even cut some off from the others."

She wasn't totally confident, but she needed to at least try.

"Longer. A lot longer," says Jaime. "They might not even catch us doing it long enough to pinpoint that it's us."

He nods towards Mei Ling.

"And then it'd give the hackers time to do their stuff."

Edited 2010-06-23 23:03 (UTC)

"And speaking of hackers, count me in. It's a good plan. I say we get on it now."

And they could still go all-in later if they needed to. That sounded like a plan.

"Go for it. Reyes, target the Ohm closest to the evac routes first, then bounce around from there."

"On it."

A ping here, and a ping there, like loud blasts of static and aimless chatter. It takes a lot of concentration to do it, but it seems to be working.

She was pushed on the first shuttle up by a crewmember - not that she remembered who - and spent the trip back to Stacy hoping she wouldn't be blown out of orbit by any of the Ohm.

Once on-board, she'd gone looking for her parents, running down the halls to the Bridge until she thought her lungs would burst from exertion. Sherry nearly tripped as she blew past Jaime, caught herself, and launched herself at Leon.

If this was the way every vacation ended, she was never putting a toe out of line again.

Sherry!

Leon had never been so happy to be interrupted in the middle of a crisis, ever. He hugged Sherry tightly, for a moment forgetting about everything still going on, and let out a breath of relief. He silently thanked... someone up there, whoever that was, for this.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?"

It took a moment for Sherry to catch her breath before she nodded against his shoulder, messing up her bangs.

"I was scared," she breathed. Her little heart felt like it was going to hammer itself out of her chest. She was also a little bumped and bruised from being jostled in the crowd, but she couldn't feel that under the incredible relief of being Dad-hugged. "I didn't want to be left behind."

"You weren't going to be left behind," he promised her. "Your mother and I would never let that happen, understand?"

Sherry sniffled. She wasn't made for Ohm, apparently, but then again who was? Sherry gripped Leon tighter. It was probably going to be a bit before she was willing to let go.

"I understand." Even though that guilt-inducing little voice in the back of her mind clucked its tongue.

He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Good."

He was about to set her down, but he knew that grip meant she probably wouldn't let go for about fifteen minutes. He looked at her, and gave a sort of sideways grin, then cocked his head to the side. "Now swing around back."

Not that he terribly cared about looking Commandy, but it was easier for him to use his hands if Sherry was piggybacking him for the time being.

Sherry did just that, and rested her head against Leon's shoulder. Her little legs were locked around his waist and her arms around his neck. Barring a blow to the ship or a crowbar, Sherry wasn't going anywhere.

And where is Lex during all of this?

Well, he's not in the thick of it. He'll leave that action to all the so called heroes. For now, he's in the lounge, having a drink, and keeping an eye on his data pad as data from the fight continues to roll in.

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