trans_9 | 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?

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Around five visible guards were in the area. One not immediately visible was on the far side of the ship in this hangar, cleaning his shoes. All were armed with stun pulse guns, wearing headsets and a visor that covered one eye. It appeared more whimsical than functional, considering it picked up no read on information in the area. Only in direct combat would it be applicable, and then just to keep the guard aware of their own vital statistics.

There was a reason this was labeled as badly guarded.

Two of the other guards were arm-wrestling near the ship itself, by some kind of control panel. It may have been docking restraints, if it was an odd set-up. The other three were walking around and patrolling the perimeter. Occasionally they'd check in.

"Hey Jude!"

"Yeah?"

"Got any nines?"

"No! Go Fish!"

"Awh, fiddlecrumbs." One guard diverted toward the ones sitting by the controls, picking a card up off the top. "Hey, whattya know? A nine!" He turned back around to resume his pacing of part of the hangar. Apparently, it was the next guard's turn.

The five visible guards were picked up immediately before Jalith's spymask picked up the sixth out of sight via the inbuilt Auspex. A sloppy bunch it looked, "Six guards, three on patrol, two by the ship, possible alarm panel, one out of sight on far side," He gestured sharply to each of the groups of guards.

"I'll silence the patrol, both of you take out the two by the ship, do not let them hit the alarm, one of you take out the one behind," He ordered quickly and to the point before slipping off along one side of the hanger, fading from view as the cameoline systems of his spy suit activated, making it near impossible to pinpoint the assassin as he moved in on the three man patrol.

Hit Girl looked over to Dustin, indicating to take the one on the right, she on the left. She worked quickly: she was upon her guys in moments, taking the butt of the gun and knocking him hard swiftly. There was no time wasted, as she motioned to Dustin she was going for the next guy.

It was to be quiet, and that was new to her, but not impossible. She moved close to the ground, waiting to make sure the guard stopped polishing his shoes before she pounced: she wasn't that stupid' after all.

Dustin was silent except for a brief nod. It was so brief, that if you blinked you'd swear it wasn't there. Dustin knew this had to be fast and quiet. They couldn't afford a mistake. Even he knew that. He crouched down close to the ground ready for a chance to make his move.

They managed to take them out quickly and quietly, except for Bob.

"Holy crap," said Bob the Guard as he entered the room to see his fallen comrades. He immediately slammed his hand down on the alarm.

BLAAARP. BLAAARP. BLAAARP.

Shit was about to get real, as several dozen guards started pouring into the room.

It hadn't taken more than a moment for Jalith to silence the trio of guards, leaving them crumpled on the floor unconscious, but otherwise more or less alive. With a rapid check over the bodies he policed their pistols before he stepped over them even as a seventh guard came into view.

Well, so much for simple, none the less the unfortunate guard Bob would be struck in the chest with at least two bolts of stunning energy from the pistols Jalith had acquired not the split second after his hand touched alarm.

"Secure that ship and prepare to engage!" He snaps an order even as his hand darts to his belt, slipping free one of the smoke grenades stashed in his belt and in a fluid motion even as he leaped over one of the smaller crates sent it sailing to the feet of the foremost guards, smoke nearly immediately beginning to obscure and fill the air around the guards. That would buy them at least a moment to get to cover.

Silly orders, as that was what they had needed to do anyway, right? Nonetheless, Hit Girl got the message. That didn't mean she thought she could carry on this non-violent charade though. What she did have, though, was the advantage thanks to Jalith.

No point in jumping into the fray and getting smoke in her eyes and nose though, so she figured it was time to go sniper on their asses. She did manage to grab a few pistols, but she was already missing her own. These, she guessed, ought to do to be all non fatal.

Once she'd found some decent cover at a spot near the wall where she was blocked out of view, she started to fire several rounds into the confused crowd of soldiers. She would have a few moments before she got in close, thankfully: she preferred to take on her opponents face to face.

While Dustin had blinked a few seconds under his helmet after they were found out, He had to hold back and switched his Ninja Sword into its laser blaster form. Aimng carefully, he was careful not to critically injure (much less kill) any guards.

Now they were bringing in the big guns.

Literally--those were some really big guns. Energy arced out from them in wide paths that could potentially cut down anything in their wake.

And they knew how to use them enough to avoid causing too much collateral damage to the ships they were guarding.

Well, big guns required big guns in turn. Deftly avoiding an arc of energy that plowed through the crates he'd been taking cover behind even as he let the stun pistols drop to slide the familiar weight of his Exitus Rifle into grip.

With an expert marksman's precision he lined up first one of the big guns and took the shot, sending a large caliber round that could pierce even the power armour of the Adeptus Astartes as if it were butter. If the weapon detonated so be it, if not, he highly doubted the weapon would be operable even as he set his sights on a second of the guns and fired once more before repositioning himself.

They had big guns. Well, at times? Bigger didn't necessarily mean better. Hit Girl knew from experience that it was, in fact, how you used a gun that made it lethal, less how big it was. Sure, it might have a large range, but how quickly it reloaded, how good of a shot you were, how heavy it was: all of those were factors too.

Which was why Hit Girl ditched her glocks for the moment. She could take out some guards with them, but she wanted to get the big guns out of the way, and for that, she needed to cripple them. So now she had Overlord Zetta's present, that wicked looking gun with a slightly slower reload than the glocks and she needed both hands, but that was fine. She was going for force this time.

Third and forth of the guns would now become useless, though she still had one of the glocks at her hip, in case the guards were going to try and take them out. Once that happened, the "no kill" promise was done.

Gently, but with undeniable will divesting myself of the holds that would hold me. (Pt. 5: Chances)

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