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Bad Moon Rising [Open][R for Poss. Language]
Down in the city, sitting in one of the libraries in the Vatican, sat Sam Winchester hunched over a table with his eyes focused on the omnicom that lay on the table in front of him. His brow was furrowed and his mouth drawn shut as he stared intently at the information collected. His body was tense and there was a resolve and determination in his features that was unmistakable.
The omnicom screen flickered as a rough map of the ship--as much as he Sam had mapped of it that is--appeared and focused in specifically on the medbay, its interior and the hallways outside of it all the way to the hub. Having spent as much time as he had in recovery in the medbay, Sam had grown familiar with its setup and the ins and outs of its operations. He knew, with relative certainty, its schedule--which flickered into view as he pressed a key to open the file. He knew who would be in it and when. He knew who which of them would be easiest to subdue, where the best places to keep something confined in quarantine and how long it would take him search them by himself. He'd even determined how long it would take him to get from there to the city, taking into account any potential snags he might run into if someone busted him.
It was, for all intents and purposes, a mission plan. A retrieval mission plan. A 'get in, get what you're looking for, and get out' mission. All of it, save for the names of the participants, was saved on his omnicom. For appearances, it might have just been a got-it-alone plan. Or, it might be much larger, with other people helping. For whatever reason, Sam had failed to write the names down. Perhaps for their own protection should he get caught or his omnicom be compromised. After all, he had gone to great lengths to attempt to strengthen the protections against hacking, but Sam's skill only went so far and likely wouldn't hold off anyone with considerable computer skills for long.
But Sam Winchester didn't give a damn. If he got caught then he got caught. But he couldn't, he wouldn't just sit by and let that thing, that Yeerk, stay a threat. He knew he'd be breaking his promise to the Chief, and to the others who had been infested since he'd said he'd stand by them. But Sam felt betrayed. They'd turned their backs on him the moment they'd decided to give the damn thing a 'trial,' to let the rest of the crew--the ones who had already decided to let the wad of slime live--determine what to do with it.
So, Sam sat in the library of the Vatican poring over the details of his plan to break into the medbay, incapacitate whoever was inside, take the Yeerk and haul it down to the city and end it, and the debate, once and for all.
Unfortunately, the omnicoms are not immune to hacking...especially by those with better computer skills than Sam...
[OOC: Feel free to post independent subthreads if you want your hacking characters to react--or to react to Jack's message. Once Sam is confronted, I'd like that to stay as one single subthread, so if you want to confront Sam, please do it in that thread with the others. Thanks:D]
The omnicom screen flickered as a rough map of the ship--as much as he Sam had mapped of it that is--appeared and focused in specifically on the medbay, its interior and the hallways outside of it all the way to the hub. Having spent as much time as he had in recovery in the medbay, Sam had grown familiar with its setup and the ins and outs of its operations. He knew, with relative certainty, its schedule--which flickered into view as he pressed a key to open the file. He knew who would be in it and when. He knew who which of them would be easiest to subdue, where the best places to keep something confined in quarantine and how long it would take him search them by himself. He'd even determined how long it would take him to get from there to the city, taking into account any potential snags he might run into if someone busted him.
It was, for all intents and purposes, a mission plan. A retrieval mission plan. A 'get in, get what you're looking for, and get out' mission. All of it, save for the names of the participants, was saved on his omnicom. For appearances, it might have just been a got-it-alone plan. Or, it might be much larger, with other people helping. For whatever reason, Sam had failed to write the names down. Perhaps for their own protection should he get caught or his omnicom be compromised. After all, he had gone to great lengths to attempt to strengthen the protections against hacking, but Sam's skill only went so far and likely wouldn't hold off anyone with considerable computer skills for long.
But Sam Winchester didn't give a damn. If he got caught then he got caught. But he couldn't, he wouldn't just sit by and let that thing, that Yeerk, stay a threat. He knew he'd be breaking his promise to the Chief, and to the others who had been infested since he'd said he'd stand by them. But Sam felt betrayed. They'd turned their backs on him the moment they'd decided to give the damn thing a 'trial,' to let the rest of the crew--the ones who had already decided to let the wad of slime live--determine what to do with it.
So, Sam sat in the library of the Vatican poring over the details of his plan to break into the medbay, incapacitate whoever was inside, take the Yeerk and haul it down to the city and end it, and the debate, once and for all.
Unfortunately, the omnicoms are not immune to hacking...especially by those with better computer skills than Sam...
[OOC: Feel free to post independent subthreads if you want your hacking characters to react--or to react to Jack's message. Once Sam is confronted, I'd like that to stay as one single subthread, so if you want to confront Sam, please do it in that thread with the others. Thanks:D]
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He looks at him, his expression sharp.
"The Yeerk in the MedBay may know something. I need time to find a way to make it remember. We need to know their role in all this."
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"If you or anyone else was really that damned concerned about what that thing knows, you'd have had them down there trying to rip it out of it's brain. But you haven't. Meanwhile, you've got a dangerous slug sitting cozy down in the medbay just waiting to get free so it can have a chance to finish what its friends started."
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Brainy juts out his chin.
"Tell me, would you kill one of the telepaths on board for violating the thoughts of one of the others and controlling them, if they could safely be detained? Will that be our response to everything as civilized sentient beings? Lynch mobs? Murder? You're letting your personal trauma control your judgment."
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"And don't get too damn comfortable with that theory of yours. Everyone around here keeps forgetting that by keeping that thing alive, even as a prisoner, we're nothing but prisoners keeping prisoners. Stacy's the warden around here. Not us. And from the sounds of things, she's not even in control. Someone else is. Someone who, apparently, plans on hurting us. For all we know, they could use Stacy's energy tentacles to free that fucking Yeerk and hold one of us down while it infests them."
He narrowed his eyes, staring angrily into Brainy's eyes. "We're not in control here. And we need to stop fucking acting like we are."
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He wishes he could find some way to communicate this adequately.
"There is the practical, Mr. Winchester, yes. There are always practicalities. There is logic. Even decisions steeped in rage and blind hurt can be logical. But then there also is--I have no word for this that will translate from Interlac, so I will use the word 'humanity.' There is the humane. There is that middle ground between what is right and what is practical, that manages to be both, perhaps not perfectly, but it's often there. There are the trappings of civilization that we wrap around ourselves that may result in the same actions, but help prevent us from falling into primitivism."
He takes a deep breath.
"If this disagreement truly was occurring because of practicality, I might disagree with you in moral terms but agree with you on logical ones--but you've yet to even attempt to explore alternate methods or suggest any. Because you don't care. As someone else who suffered at the hands of the Yeerks, however briefly, quite frankly I find it insulting that you'd dare feign that this is entirely about what's practical when it's at least partly about you being angry. I don't confess to know you well, but I thought you were at least an honest man."
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"But I can't say that, because them I'm being too emotional. I'm too close to it. I'm not in my right mind. If only I had a little more distance, then I might just see things the way they're supposed to be.
He continued to glare at Brainy. All the anger, all the hatred and rage that he felt toward the Yeerks mixed with all the guilt and shame he felt at being their victim and was visible in his expression.
"And I'd say 'I'm sorry' for thinking you guys are full of shit for being so goddamned 'distant' that you're more worried about doing what you think is 'right' for that 'civilized', 'sentient being' than you are about what is right for the people it and its friends raped and took over and used against their will, but I'm not sorry. If you guys can really be that 'distant' and have that much 'perspective' then I think you and your 'morality' are just fucked up.
"You all are acting like you're still at home. Well, you're not. None of us are. We're a bunch of people trapped in a confined space, with almost no control, and with a bunch of scary-ass shit that's out to kill us. And you're worried about maintaining the 'trappings of civilization.' I hate to break it to you, but we can't! We've got kids on board this thing now. Little kids.
"Now, you might be willing to take the chance that thing might not get out and that it might not infest another one of us, especially one of those kids, and that it might not use them to do something that kid is gonna have to live with the rest of his or her life, but I'm not.
"Because there is no way in Hell I could look at that person again knowing what they went through and knowing that I could have prevented it and didn't do a God damned thing because my 'morals' wouldn't let me. Because how do I apologize for that?"
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"If this crew as a whole decides that an execution is in order, to reconcile that action with my own morality, I will consider it a ruling of the law, however unconventional that law may be. There are very few cases of execution in my own time, but they do occur, and the law is the law. If they decide to preserve the life of the creature, I will make the best efforts I can to ensure that it will remain safely imprisoned and never again be allowed overcome the will of another sentient being."
He takes a deep breath. "You're not supposed to maintain distance. You're allowed to feel the anger you do. No one expects you not to. But there is a reason victims are not the ones that are on the juries that decide the fate of the individuals that harmed them. No one expects you to maintain distance. But you have no more right to enforce your will on the rest of this crew than any of us do. You have no right to decide for myself, or for Robin, or for Leela, or for Paco, that what you think is right and wrong is what we should all adhere to. No single individual does."
He asks, his voice soft, because he's not trying to be accusatory--he just genuinely wonders.
"And what I wonder, Sam, is if your schedules were incorrect, or if I changed my routine, and was in the MedBay when you came for the Yeerk, if I was in your way--what would you do? What will any of us do if this is how we handle all such conflict like this and someone else in the way?"
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"You know damn well what I'd do," Sam said. "If you stepped aside and let me do what needs to be done and no one else has the balls to do, I'd leave you alone. If you got in my way and actually defended that thing, then that's your choice. I'd fight you and I'd probably lose. But at least I tried."
He then took a step forward.
"So, what is it? Are you gonna step aside or are you gonna get in my way? Because you and I both know damn well that I'm not gonna stop until either that thing is dead...or I am. No matter how much security you put around it, the medbay, or wherever else you decide to stash it."
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"I already told you, gotta have two or more for a conspiracy, and this isn't one," Sam said, repeating his earlier answer. "It's just me."
He paused.
"But I can't promise that Dean or anyone else wouldn't try if I did."
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"Why not? You already did," Sam replied. "When you secretly scanned me and everyone else for your medical files."
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There's a pause as he gets out his omnicom again, presses a button to rewind it--as it's been recording this whole time--and says, "For instance, the right to not have secretly-recorded testimony used against oneself?"
"So, what is it? Are you gonna step aside or are you gonna get in my way? Because you and I both know damn well that I'm not gonna stop until either that thing is dead...or I am. No matter how much security you put around it, the medbay, or wherever else you decide to stash it."
Another button press.
"But I can't promise that Dean or anyone else wouldn't try if I did."
"If this is the way you think things should be, I agree wholeheartedly. For practicality's sake, I'll recommend that you be detained for the duration of the trial, as your attending doctor."
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Nice move, Brainy. Just one problem...
"You already said someone hacked into my omnicom and got a hold of my plans," Sam replied, seemingly unmoved and unfazed by Brainy's trickery. "It doesn't take much of a leap to figure out what I was up to and, like you said, someone is probably on their way to get me right now. So you already had me anyway."
He paused and took a confident step forward.
"But there is no one else's name in that file. No one else has a copy of it except, maybe, the ones who hacked it. And all I said was that I couldn't promise that Dean or anyone else wouldn't try to kill it all on their own, which doesn't exactly implicate anyone as guilty. So, short of sending one of the telepaths down to poke around in my brain to see if anyone else was in on it or doing the same thing to everyone in the crew, you got nothing on Dean, Xander, Kate, Paco, Tim, the MacManuses, Leela, Cybil, Picard, the Chief, Superboy, Supergirl, Terry, Lyta, Dr. Grey, Jo, the Andalites, Nathan, or anyone else who might just want that thing dead just as much as I do."
Sam might just be smirking a little bit.
"Besides, even if you did try to implicate any of them and they did get locked up, who's to say I wouldn't just let Lyta or Dr. Grey poke around and find out how this conversation really went."
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There's a slight smirk back.
"As for allowing Lyta or Dr. Grey insight on this conversation, I sincerely doubt anyone would be surprised."
He tucks his omnicom back into his best.
"I am affording you three options. Either you will surrender yourself for detainment until the trial is over, I will present your words as grounds for detainment until the trial is over, or..."
He tilts his head. "Or you can use the excuse I gave you and give up this vendetta, knowing that I can have you locked away for the duration of the trial the moment you show signs of continuing it. This would allow you your freedom and allow you to maintain the trust you've built with the crew. It would be...practical to make this last choice. As the individual that saved your life, and attended to your health so that you're even here to consider these choices, I implore you to choose the last option."
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"No."
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He lifts his hand to speak into his comm ring.
<< Chief or any other member of the security team, this is Brainiac 5. Sam Winchester is in the library in the Vatican. He's professed to planning to kill the Yeerk before trial. >>
He does not look happy with this at all. At all. Not smug, nothing--he seriously looks unhappy with this.
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<< On my way. >>
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The Chief arrives shortly there after at an easy jog (for a Spartan, anyway), slowing to a walk outside the doorway.
His expression is, as it often is, unreadable. There's a sober grimness to him, but it doesn't show what he's really feeling. He gives a short nod of acknowledgment to Brainy, an expression of thanks, then turns to Sam. It's Sam who's the important part here.
"What happened, Sam?" he asks.
His voice is level. The Chief has years, decades of practice in giving nothing away. But really, underneath it all, he's disappointed.
He'd talked to Sam, and offered him some trust. This wasn't what he'd expected.
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"What happened...is that I'm right," Sam answered firmly. "And you know it. So, I did what you or anyone else would have done: I made a contingency plan."
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"As head of Ship Security, I cannot and will not take this lightly. Until we have resolved with the issue of the Yeerk, I'm having you brigged."
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"No, I didn't," Sam countered, looking rather resolved. "Like I said, this was a contingency plan. The others said they wanted a trial and they'll get one. This was just in case the jury came back with anything other than execution."
He paused, glancing over at Leon for a moment then turning his attention back to the Chief.
"I just did what I had to do. And now you've gotta do what you have to do."
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"Hard lesson, Winchester. Things do not always go the way you want them to, and if you break the rules you will deal with the consequences. This isn't about who is right or wrong here, it is about you threatening someone else's life. It will not be tolerated."
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