cityship: (Meanwhile...)
cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-07-23 01:02 am

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.]
thewunderkind: (I'M IN UR BASE SPINNING)

[personal profile] thewunderkind 2011-07-26 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
A shot fired dangerously close to the back of her head.

"Heads up," she whispered to Zetta. "I'm gonna make this really look convincing." Using the book as a shield, she blocked the next shots that came their way, thanks to the agility from her Ranger suit, and continued to make her getaway.

From a viewing standpoint, this was purely devious. She was using her old ally as a shield to deflect bullets, clearly in the risk of injuring his life!
badassfreakingoverlord: (crap I'm a book)

[personal profile] badassfreakingoverlord 2011-07-26 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" That stings damn it!

"I'm gonna get you back for this!" he hissed at Lash, which was only a threat by some definitions of the word.
thewunderkind: (Evil Lash is evil)

[personal profile] thewunderkind 2011-07-26 11:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Aww come on I bet that doesn't even hurt," she said with just the tiny hint of worry she might have underestimated him before she continued dramatically out loud. "Keep shooting and I'll burn him to the ground!"

Somehow.
badassfreakingoverlord: (disgruntled)

[personal profile] badassfreakingoverlord 2011-07-27 01:17 am (UTC)(link)
"It stings, damn it!" Zetta grumbled. He was entirely unharmed, just irritated.
thewunderkind: (Mffph)

[personal profile] thewunderkind 2011-07-27 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Ffffine," she muttered, moving the book out of the lasers, and concentrating more on dodging everything. Enjoy getting tossed around as she threw you in the air, moving a little more, catching you, shooting something away and just slowly getting out of there.

Re: GUARDS GUARDS!

[identity profile] seasindorei.livejournal.com 2011-07-27 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Get down!" Ter'thelas 'helpfully' shoved one of the guards right into the fellow with the sniper rifle, spoiling his shot. He blazed away with his pistol in the general direction of his crewmates, looking for all the world like he was actually trying to shoot some of them.

"Let us handle this; we know what we're doing."