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Entry tags:
- !location: planetside,
- !plot: send in the clones,
- daniel jackson,
- dustin brooks,
- eleventh doctor,
- gaignun kukai jr./rubedo,
- hana asakura,
- hit girl,
- howard bassem,
- ildraniath,
- jalith,
- kang,
- kanoe zouichi,
- kon-el,
- lash,
- lex luthor,
- lord zedd,
- lord zetta,
- nightwing,
- querl dox,
- rory williams,
- ruffnut thorston,
- sakura haruno,
- signum
Gently, but with undeniable will divesting myself of the holds that would hold me. (Pt. 5: Chances)
The plan was...well, it wasn't simple, but it sort of was.
While the CLF attacked multiple Clone Processing centers to distract the government, the group with the CLF would target one particular one in the region that'd once been New Jersey. The group with the government would offer their services in putting down their own people.
In the center, they'd split up into several groups. One would fight a fake fight, create a massive diversion, and blow up the room where the samples their DNA were being kept in the process. Another group would secure a teleporter pad. That team would teleport out other teams to steal a ship, steal some med tech to teleport to said ship, and steal a medical database. Another team would go to the main command center and hack into the government mainframe to down the sensornet around the planet so they could escape. And Nightwing himself would accompany the clones to upload the harvested memories to the Mother Brains, left unguarded because of the diversionary fighting, and make sure that was all they did.
Meanwhile, there'd be a standing order for all teams to avoid killing other crewmates, and avoid killing guards unless absolutely necessary.
It was a complicated plan. If a single part fouled up, they might find themselves dead, trapped, or worse. But if it worked, it'd work pretty spectacularly and leave them with medtech, a medical database, the clones helped, and possibly a grateful Council depending on how the fight went, because of the ones seemingly aiding the government.
In some worlds, things that were a million-to-one-chance (exactly a million-to-one) by their nature had to work. Let's hope this world is one of them, eh, mission crew?
[ooc: Only comment to threads if it says they are open here. All threads: OPEN. Characters may get injuries up to and including 7 on the Injury Scale (scroll to the bottom). Any higher, and they must ask permission of the plot-runners, just to make sure everyone isn't immobilized without enough people to help move them.]
While the CLF attacked multiple Clone Processing centers to distract the government, the group with the CLF would target one particular one in the region that'd once been New Jersey. The group with the government would offer their services in putting down their own people.
In the center, they'd split up into several groups. One would fight a fake fight, create a massive diversion, and blow up the room where the samples their DNA were being kept in the process. Another group would secure a teleporter pad. That team would teleport out other teams to steal a ship, steal some med tech to teleport to said ship, and steal a medical database. Another team would go to the main command center and hack into the government mainframe to down the sensornet around the planet so they could escape. And Nightwing himself would accompany the clones to upload the harvested memories to the Mother Brains, left unguarded because of the diversionary fighting, and make sure that was all they did.
Meanwhile, there'd be a standing order for all teams to avoid killing other crewmates, and avoid killing guards unless absolutely necessary.
It was a complicated plan. If a single part fouled up, they might find themselves dead, trapped, or worse. But if it worked, it'd work pretty spectacularly and leave them with medtech, a medical database, the clones helped, and possibly a grateful Council depending on how the fight went, because of the ones seemingly aiding the government.
In some worlds, things that were a million-to-one-chance (exactly a million-to-one) by their nature had to work. Let's hope this world is one of them, eh, mission crew?
[ooc: Only comment to threads if it says they are open here. All threads: OPEN. Characters may get injuries up to and including 7 on the Injury Scale (scroll to the bottom). Any higher, and they must ask permission of the plot-runners, just to make sure everyone isn't immobilized without enough people to help move them.]
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Sneaked off somewhere else when no one was looking, obviously.
She had stayed up all of last night, what with all the planning and code analyzing. She'd probably need to sleep a day or two once they returned on the ship, but it didn't matter. The rush of a battle was what she lived for, this was going to be worth it. She had been right in her guess; mathematics were mathematics and even if five thousand years of futuristic code was shown to her, the more things changed, the more they stayed the same. Not to mention that she had a feeling as the society had become more and more lazy there had been less and less use for it.
Maybe giving it a jump start again would be ever so nice.
Funny thing about her hair; it might be a huge disadvantage to get noticed, but remove it, and no one would bat eyes. In her yellow ranger suit, she had gone off during the initial explosion to do her own thing.
Lash had been a military leader all of her life. She knew how to damage and stop an army properly. Bridges and army supplies were on top of the list; remove the stem and the entire flower fell down. Of course, the fact she wasn't supposed to kill anyone made things more complicated, but the wunderkind wasn't one to step down from a challenge, as boring as this one might be. Running into the corridors of the city as the war began around them, she didn't take much time to zone in on the city's military base thanks to the maps she had been shown by the CLF.
Electrical fences. Pretty lame. They probably were expecting entire armies of clones, not a single girl to sneak in. Just a little bit of overheating the back-code machine and she was in, carefully closing the gate behind her. The poor cleaning man at the end of his shift never saw her coming. Knocked him right out (but didn't kill him, THERE are you happy Nightwing). His body was hidden away in one of the lockers as she grabbed anything of value that might be on him, but his passkeys, especially.
Turning back to her civilian form, she took one of the space janitor outfits, the large hat serving as a way to hide most of her hair as she snuck in.
Preoccupied army men and colonels didn't even give her a second glance or wonder why Larry was looking a lot more womanly and smaller that day. Lash had a feeling they woudn't. Just look natural and it wasn't like army men cared about their janitors as long as everything was clean.
And my, was Larry allowed to clean a lot of places little girls like Lash shouldn't be in. Like central computers that powered the entire base.
Gosh they were sloppy. Logically, it almost made sense; the clones were the only real threat this planet had faced against itself. Most of the security technology was reserved for the cloning factories and everything stationed in space to stop intruders from popping in. But once you got in? Quite a cakewalk.
There weren't even a strong series of encrypted codes. What a bunch of lazy programmers they had become, she could see comments made into it about the database hadn't been modified in nearly two thousand years ago. If it isn't broken, don't fix it right? It only took a few minutes before she was in.
Cracking her fingers loudly, Lash go to work. Wasn't this nice of them. Not only was the military base controlled by a central computer, but that same computer also handled traffic and the central city's power grid. Too much trust in machines. Not enough security to back it up. This world wasn't just lazy, it was asking for a revolution not only in the way of thinking, but how they worked too.
And Lash was going to give it one hell of a start.
One push. Electricity and traffic lights were shut down in most of the city. She saw some backup power stations going up around in places that mattered, such as the hospital and cloning factories (as was expected) but a lot of the city suddenly found itself without electrical outlets. Maybe they'd finally get out and go outside instead of watching feelies all day. Or maybe another power grid would come offline. Darn.
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"Come on, come on, give me something harder," she begged at the screen moving between windows without much effort. At this rate she wouldn't be surprised there could be a way for her to divert funds from major banks to the clones, but all of that was stopped when she realized she had company. Naturally shutting everything down would clue in that something was being tampered with. Lash could hear the door being banged upon. Woops. They'd guessed somewhere was here.
Hmmmm a bit more searching and she realized they had automatic turrets inside the place. Well, that would procure her exit rather easily...
A few minutes later, the guards would later describe the incident as a bright yellow ninja moving erratically from all the gunfire, away from the base before they could act properly before the electricity was completely shut down.
And if that wasn't insulting enough, Lash put in her own little code of farewell, insuring they wouldn't be able to bring the power back online for a while, and a little message of love hidden in there.
Don't mess with a Wunderkind when you can't program properly, you moronic twits! Rather simple and easy to decode, but she had a feeling that with the people here? In this place? It might take a few weeks. And she was being generous. This is what they got for riding on the back of the people before them. Maybe now they'd teach the people here some proper lessons about good password protection.
Of course Lash wasn't Lash without a little je-ne-sais-quoi of her signature farewell. Finally all those bombs she had brought along where stuck to some of the various landlocked planes and as they desperately tried to shoot her down, she slapped them all over, leading them into one wild goose chase from on vehicle to the other. As she finally jumped over the electronic fence, watching the men run towards the jeeps (and finding out they wouldn't turn on), she pressed the big red detonator she had taken for the ride.
BOOM! Now they weren't just landlocked, they were destroyed and needing of replacements. That would cripple the army for a good while.
"Now this is a proper party, tee hee hee!"
She didn't look back to appreciate the fireballs and smoke rising in the air, making her way back to the main battle, a grin on her lips, dusting her hands together and the janitor's hat in her backpack. A little souvenir, of you will.
Now that had been fun.
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"ZETTA BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAM!"
The twin lines of power carved a wicked crescent just in front of the saboteur, just short enough that she could jump back before the ground erupted in a line of fire so powerful the shockwave could be felt for miles. Windows shattered and flags whipped as the air sucked towards the explosion, a mushroom cloud rising up over the cratered terrain.
"Hyaaa ha ha ha ha ha! Even Black Hole's Wunderkind is no match for the most badass freakin' Overlord in the whole cosmos!" The book cackled maniacally from its position not far away, as a dozen minions crashed down to the ground. Swords, axes, bows, guns, and pies raised, they formed a line, each of them grinning as they stared down their afro'd foe. "Check it out, Lash! I'm betraying you and all the clone forces! THAT'S RIGHT! I, OVERLORD ZETTA, AM BETRAYING YOU ALL! Switching sides! Jumping the shark! Turning on you! Hyaaa ha ha ha ha ha!"
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She pointed a finger at him in an overly dramatic fashion. She wasn't a great an actor as he was (by far), and so while mostly convincing, it was harder for her to find the right words and look as angry as she wanted to be.
"Zetta you double-crossing piece of literature!" The irony of herself complaining about double crossing was not lost on her. "Should it be called turning a new page?" Here came all the book puns. "Maybe you should get your bindings checked out!"
She took out one of her guns and shot a minion's weapon from their hands.
"I thought I could trust you!"
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"Oh, I'll put YOU in bindings!" he said. Uh, was that acting or legitimate! "Battle monkeys! Get to cover!"
The minions burst out in all directions, leaping into nearby buildings through windows, displays, and occasionally by accident the front doors. Around them, people screamed and ran for cover as the Overlord's army kicked them out of the way or threw them out the shattered entrances they'd made.
"Give up, Lash! You can't win!"
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"No! YOU can't win Zetta because uh...." what would Jake say in this situation that was heroic enough? "Because...the good guys are going to ROCK ON!" she made a dissing movement. "Get out the plates, 'cause you just got served!" Pause. "Rawk."
How did Jake say all those things with a straight face, Lash felt like she could be physically sick soon. Or needing to break dance a beat, she still wasn't sure.
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Zetta would air-guitar here, but, well.
"If you surrender I may go EASY on you! But if you fight back, you'll find things are pretty rough indeed." Zetta, please don't hit on Lash under the guise of being a traitor.
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"But first, you'll have to catch me!" Technically, Zetta could probably catch up in a second flat. Thankfully the council wouldn't know what, and she was going to use this to their advantage.
She fired a shot close to his (book) spine, and then jumped away as fast as her Ranger reflexes could take her.
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"ZETTA BEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--"
Wait -- whoa! Where the hell is he being taken!? As he was lifted up, the beam went wide and upwards. "-AAAAAAAAM"!
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A minion smashed out of a second-story window with an axe, screaming berserkly as she descended at Sam. Across the street, another warrior-type minion hefted a bus to fling it in Lash's direction, while in the center of the road, a rather shady-looking produced a fishing pole from his pocket, faced away from the battle, then whipped out a magnificent cast. The hook zipped off into the distance, then a moment later shot over the opposite horizon, headed towards pro-clone people as if guided.
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Hey, this was pretty fun too! Lash rode that bus in the air like she was in a rodeo. Heck the suit's powers caused her to yell out a pretty big,
"YEEEE HAAAW!" before she realized what she was doing.
The entire thing flew right into a chasm, as Lash jumped backwards and landed on the cement, watching the bus falling, falling...any minute now..
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"Awww...and there's no world shattering kaboom." She moved away from the street, right back to where the rest of the fight was, disappointed at the lack of fireballs behind her.
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They would explode in bright flashes of sound and color. but do no lethal damage to anyone caught in the blast. Just the sort of thing that this battle needed. But really, Nanoha had something else weighing on her mind - and a person she needed to find.
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The magical bullets Fate summoned were quicker, a tad more accurate (but not enough to actually hit anyone, hopefully), but held similar properties to Nanoha's. They were flashbombs, more or less, and if anyone actually did manage to get hit by one, the most it would do is cause a bit of stinging.
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The minion that lost her axe to Sam (and earned a clonk on the head for her troubles) cheerfully jumped on him in an effort to wrest it out of his hands. Fighting for it seemed like a good way to LOOK busy without actually doing any damage.
Zetta, meanwhile, floated off the ground right into the middle of Nanoha and Fate's crossfire. A sphere hit him from the front, a half-dozen bullets walloped him from behind, and he spun back to the floor.
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"Your day is an end!" she said dramatically, the cheesy lines aided by the fact she was wearing...well a pretty cheesy suit all things considered. Lash fired up shots that exploded near her 'foes', but didn't touch anyone. Except maybe a poor security guard or two. And also one shot fired really close to Zedd.
Grabbing the book (which was much easier now in the suit, thank you enhanced reflexes) she ran off from the battle again for the third time.
"I'm going to tie you on some train tracks or find a harvester and throw you in there to end your reign of terror," oh god she almost burst out laughing there, and managed to add much more quietly. "Foul b-beast!"
Uh...hopefully the cameras just saw it as a clone sympathizer making away with one of the pro-government people.
A few more jumps and they were gone.
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