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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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He pulled the trigger.
Immediately, a bright burst of energy fire bloomed into being from the rifle's barrel, blasting a contingent of guards backwards down the hallway and causing the long windows that stretched along the corridor to shatter, sending glass shards flying backward from the force of the blast.
The gurney, in turn, shot forward, taking both Howard and Zouichi along as it barreled into the guards attempting to come up behind them from the stairs. Then they really were surfing, riding the rolling hospital bed down the steps and into the hall of the floor below.
Just then, a set of doors at the end of the hallway opened. A lone medical technician, who had apparently rode the elevator up completely oblivious to the security breach, looked up from his medical text and squeaked.
A moment later, the gurney struck him. Zouichi grabbed at Howard to shield him from the impact of hitting the far well of the elevator.
For a moment, all was quiet as the elevator descended. Then a cheery tune began playing over the speakers (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mD3v1B_aXw0).
The technician moaned faintly.
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Even having been caught, the force of coming to a sudden stop knocks the wind out of Howard. He leans against the doors of the elevator before checking first that the elevator buttons won't be opening the doors anytime soon, then rushing over and checking the technician for injuries. Priorities, people.
"I think he's just got a mild concussion," he says, blinking a flashlight into the poor dude's eye before checking his nametag. "Hey, um. Why exactly do we need instruction manuals when we have one of these?"
You just fired a coil gun in a hospital, Zou. You have no moral high ground.
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"You want to kidnap this guy? You serious?"
Hey. That floor was almost empty. And that rifle fire resulted in 0.0 (fatal) injuries, thank you very much.
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I mean, Ernesto is a clone. They do seem to get a raw deal.
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He wasn't sure if they'd be able to boost him out with the rest of the team, either.
"I think what we should be worrying about is the guys waiting for us when this elevator ride ends," said Zouichi. He looked thoughtfully upwards. "...you thinking what I'm thinking?"
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Howard looks down at Ernesto and sighs a bit. He'd have liked having someone around who actually knew what they were looking at. Also having a meat shield. He sticks some aspirin in Ernesto's hand and takes Ernesto's ID and pass. "Sorry, dude."
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He climbed back on the gurney and reached up to the ceiling, running gloved fingers carefully over the lines of the emergency exit hatch before tugging experimentally at the handle. Thoroughly secured, of course. He tried the security pass. When that didn't work, he simply yanked the hatch open by force, snapping the deadbolt.
They'd stopped while the top of the elevator was close to the doors of one of the higher-level hospital floors; good. Zouichi climbed the maintenance ladder, examined the doors for a moment, then pried them open in one smooth motion. No one waiting there. Yet, anyway.
"Can you prop that guy up on the gurney? We can get out here."
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Howard props the guy up - not especially easy, since Ernesto has at least seventy pounds on him and isn't helping with the whole Being Unconscious crap seriously could you get more lazy Ernesto - and follows Zouichi. "Security system's probably going off somewhere. Do you remember where the security cams are?"
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He hopped back down to let Howard up first, choosing instead to drop a small device behind the unconscious Ernesto. Then he carefully lowered the hatch back into place and took out a small tool he'd borrowed from the ship, microwelding the edges to prevent any pursuit. Trap set.
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And actually, you can trust him on that, Zou. He's mostly kept to his word about keeping on the straight and narrow.
On the ship, not when they're kidnapping and framing medical technicians, obviously.
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He advanced on the door leading to one of the back stairwells, turning the handle cautiously with one hand, then opening the door and moving onto the landing in one quick motion. He kept his sidearm at the ready, checking each point for armed opposition. Nothing yet, though he could hear footsteps and yelling, remarkably close now.
"Let's go up and try to give them the slip."
As for what they left with that medical technician...
Back in the elevator, the red emergency lights finally stopped flashing as the security team brought the lift back into service, lowering it to the next floor. There was a team of armed guards on standby, poised to incapacitate this rogue Dr. Tenma (and his supposed accomplice, Johan) instantly.
As the doors slowly opened, Ernesto the medical technician cracked open his eyes. What had happened? He'd been reading, and there had been a hospital bed rushing towards him, and...
Abruptly, the grenade behind Ernesto went off, flooding the elevator and hallway with clouds of billowing smoke. Confused, angry shouting filled the hall as some of the guards tried to escape or locate windows to open while still others stumbled forward to attempt to apprehend the criminal.
Weekend at Bernie's Time!
THUMP. THUD.
The employee falls to the floor. Somehow, Howard hit him hard enough to knock him out.
The yelling outside stops. Howard can perfectly picture the security guards looking towards the stairwell, alerted by the noise.
He looks at Zouichi. "Wanna do something really stupid?"
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Because Howard's voice is too high-pitched for that. Also, people don't tend to sound terrified out of their wits when they inform others of door-slamming.
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"Nothing on this end," answered one of the guards from the other end of the hallway. "Five-by, I'll check this corridor. Bet it's a bunch of those clone punks."
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He lets go of the man, letting him fall to the floor in a heap. "Okay, now what do we do with this goon?"
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He took the stairs up two at a time, careful to check the hall for any guards. So far, so good. They actually make it all the way to the storage room with all the medicines without incident. At which point Zouichi figured Howard would be more at home figuring out which bottles to shove into his pockets.
"You want to get your thievery on? I'll keep a look out for anyone coming this way."
They hadn't encountered any more guards yet, so for the moment, they seemed to have eluded their pursuers.
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Oh, and also narcotics. Bad habits die hard.
Some of the immunity-boosters and vials of high-powered antibacterials disappear into Howard's hands - he's getting rather deft at legerdemain. What was once basic pickpocketing experience is turning into genuine high-level skill.
"You know, if anyone comes looking for us, that box could probably fit two of us."
The Box (1/?)
And then, from outside, the approaching sound of booted footsteps.
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He must have been hearing things. The guard left, muttering something about stupid evacuation procedures.
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It was his destiny to be here. In the box.
Yeah.
And when he put it on, he suddenly got this feeling of inner peace. He couldn't put it into words. He felt... safe. Like this was where he was meant to be. Like he'd found the key to true happiness.
Maybe that wouldn't make sense to someone else.
They should come inside the box. Then they'd know what he meant.
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Finally, he hears the door click closed again, and practically throws the box off them. "I was joking about that being a good idea! Are you crazy?"
Zou looks way too zen about this. But he supposes it did, in fact, work.
Galilee: run by the unlikely, the undesirable, and the unbelievable.
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He pulled the poor unconscious security guard out from behind the door, where he'd been propped. Then put him in the corner, used some plastic ties lying around to strap the guy's wrists and ankles, and a roll of duct tape in one drawer that, guess what, they were gonna use on this guy's mouth.
Then he put the box over the guard.
Perfect.
"Okay. We about done here?"
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Howard overhears one of the security guards in the stairwell yelling at someone else that if the security breach isn't neutralized in another few minutes, the real enforcements are going to come in. Another one yells that they've already got a blockade up front for the intruders so why should the government hotshots get involved, rarara not paid enough for this job, something about wanting a pension, whatever. It's hard to hear over all the footfalls.
"I'll bust up the security system and you clear a path up front. Meet you outside."
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"Sounds like they're stopping some of the elevators, too. I'll find a way to the entrance and meet you there. Take care of yourself."
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