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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.]
Re: Subthread 8: Medical Mainframe Theft at the Health Ministry
Or chronic borrowing. Funny little distinction.
He hadn’t been particularly surprised to find out that this civilization knew who he was. Or, rather, a version of who he was. Stories, he’d told Amelia Pond. All stories in the end. Word tended to get around when you were traveling, after all, and it was really just one of those Things. Echoes across time and space itself.
The Doctor adjusted his clothes, fussing with his collar because it felt like it needed a good fussing, and then turned to check on his companions. Otter Soother Daniel Jackson to his right, looking unhappy. The Doctor supposed maybe he wasn’t one for some chronic borrowing. Junior on his left. He hadn’t worked with Junior much -- okay, make that at all -- but the Doctor liked to have a generally positive view on things and he was willing to put more trust in Junior than in Daniel’s admittedly awful taste in hats. No offense, Daniel. Junior simply had that look about him. The look of a boy-man who could certainly choose a proper hat.
The Doctor liked that.
Sniffing, he ran a hand through his hair and then straightened. “Don’t worry,” the Doctor said, in that tone of voice that said under no circumstances should there be any worrying, panicking or generally anything along those lines. “I’ll handle this.”
He beamed at Daniel and Junior and led the way deeper into the Ministry of Health, walking as if he had every right to be there.
Re: Subthread 8: Medical Mainframe Theft at the Health Ministry
Or failing either A) or B), preferably make him very much not a part of this. So some people would argue that there relevant, ethical concerns to archaeology. "Grave robbers", "thieves", some people said, and those were the polite ones. But this- As much as he could sympathize with the clones; these were a people who were bred only to be oppressed, and you couldn't stand there and let it happen... and he certainly understood the benefits of the medical technology the practical side of things, they were actually going in, with the deliberate intentionof stealing from a people they were trying to negotiate with earlier. These people weren't like the Goa'uld. They weren't the enemy. What was he supposed to do, happily go along? keep his mouth shut? Like a good little soldier?
It was times like these when Daniel wondered if he was speaking an alien language all along and hadn't realized it until now. Daniel thought he'd been speaking plainly before, but apparently it wasn't clear enough. That left going past "speaking plainly" and speaking a language that anyone would understand, which was "speaking extremely bluntly and rudely". No one could claim there was any mistake then.
"I don't like this," Daniel hissed as he caught up. He'd been so relieved when everyone had come back, safe and sound. Relatively. The relief quickly faded as the plan was drawn out. Now they were trying to sneak in, like some band of prowlers, and they were supposed to shut up and follow orders.
The archaeologist frowned disapprovingly at the Doctor when he turned around and smiled at them. The Doctor seemed to get some kind of kick out of this. Out of playing dress up and sneaking around. At just the prospect of what he'd called earlier "basic thievery", like it was some freshman college course. That was worrying. Very worrying. Daniel glanced to Junior for support. "These people aren't our enemy. We already have the Goa'uld and the Ohm. If we keep this up, we're just going to make even more on top of those. Isn't it enough to help the clones?"
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There was so the fact that Jr. was still pissed off about what was done to him. Call it getting even. As long as they weren't aiming to hurt anyone, it was okay to him.
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The devices they'd been given would allow them to bypass any DNA and retinal scans as well, but it was a long way through the facility to get what they wanted, and a lot of time to be discovered. They had to hope to not draw attention to themselves to cause security to match them up with footage of them as delegates from the GIA.
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He had to resist the urge to go nosing (too much) about the facilities. Very difficult. All this interesting stuff practically asking to be sniffed at, all equally fascinating, and they were on something of a time table, weren't they? Right, bit of one, yeah. The Doctor veered a right, swiveling on his heel and expecting Daniel and Junior to be close by. Remind him to ask Daniel what the "Gou'ald" where. Allies of the Ohm? First he'd heard of that name. The Doctor waited until they were heading down one of the more narrow corridors before he turned toward Daniel and Junior.
"Mr. Red," the Doctor glanced at Daniel, keeping his voice raised because by now, he assumed they'd be at least a little monitored. Rather poor security if they weren't. "You probably ought to stay outside. Keep an eye out, that sort of thing. Possibly an ear out as well. I hear there could be thieves," he added, perfectly serious.
Them? They were borrowers. Or at least that was the story he'd insist on. He was rather good at borrowing. The Doctor turned toward Junior.
"Think you could assist me inside?" The Doctor gave the most professional smile ever in the history of professional smiles.
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"This is probably far more for our benefit than theirs. We have more to benefit from getting this--" he started to trail off as they came up to the checkpoint, swallowing down the word 'mainframe' quickly. He finished awkwardly. "-this than they do."
The archaeologist kept silent, let the Doctor take lead and played his part as lead. Right, he was Mr. Red. With the eccentric Mr. Jones, which meant it was his part to play the geek. It wasn't too hard. Like trying on a pair of old shoes he thought, wished actually, he'd thrown out. Daniel kept his head down and posture hunched a little, only meeting the woman's eyes to mumble a 'good morning' before hurrying past after the Doctor, as if Jr. wasn't with them. Pointedly ignoring him was the hard part.
Daniel waited until they got out of sight, and allowed himself a grimace. He glanced at Jr. to make sure he was keeping up with them.
Probably still being monitored now. How they expected to get out of here the moment they messed with the mainframe was a good question. Daniel shot a small, sharp look at the Doctor and tried very hard to keep a straight face when he warned them all about thieves.
"Sure, Mr. Jones," Daniel said. He leaned back against the wall. As much as he disagreed with their mission, doing anything about it right now would only risk the Doctor and Junior's lives.
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He looked up to the Doctor, still unsure exactly how he should be acting. The members of the CLF seemed emotional enough ... and Jr. didn't get a chance to meet many of the clones with less of a will. He figured maybe they were like the standard URTV units he was raised with, so tried not to put too much emotion into his voice. "Okay, Mr. Jones." And Jr. took a step forward-- and then stopped, figuring he should probably be the one who followed the Doctor inside.
Man, this sucked.
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"We've been told that you're here for an inspection?"
Daniel-mun said we can skip her!
With Junior at his side, he felt all very safe and secure and even if he didn't, he certainly wasn't going to show it. He didn't miss a beat.
"That's right. My assistant and I are going to inspect this and I suppose, well...you two! You both look like you could use an inspection. In fact," the Doctor was doing one of those horrid little winging-it things. Good thing Daniel wasn't in the room. "My assistant here can handle your individual inspections. I'll pop on ahead and get the rest out of the way, you know how time schedules are."
He flapped his hand at the two guards. He was hoping Junior wasn't going to be one of those excessively violent fellas like some of the people talking back at the hotel, before it decided to blow itself up. The Doctor liked to think he was a decent judge of character...but he'd been known to be wrong. Sometimes. Occasionally. Right, yeah. Back to the task at hand. The Doctor turned toward Junior, making a show of giving him detailed instructions as he reached into his pocket and handed the psychic paper to him.
"Just wave that around if they start asking questions. It's what I do," the Doctor said in a low voice out of range of the guards, oozing confidence. He slipped the paper to Junior. It was small, slipped into a beat-up black wallet.
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But with the guards now within distance to see any slip-up in their disguise, Jr. made sure to let none of those thoughts seep through onto his expression. "I'll get on it right away, sir." he said.
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Skip me until you need Eleven back?
"Ah, so I suppose you'd like to trade jobs with me now, is that it? I'm sure there's plenty of things you've never seen or tried or even had the tiniest inkling about," the Doctor peered into the guard's face. He squinted. "'Never' for you isn't 'never' for everyone ever out there. Understand? Now, you will submit yourselves to inspection by my assistant and when I get back, I want you both to be right here, in this spot, collars buttoned."
He waved at the two guards.
"Very buttoned, very inspected! Now, if you'll excuse me -- " The Doctor almost straightened his bowtie. He instead settled for brushing some imaginary dust off his coat, turning toward Junior. "Right. Carry on."
The Doctor swept past the two guards into the next chamber, leaving Junior with the psychic paper, the guards and an inspection.
Daniel-mun said to keep going until he can pop back in ICly again. o/
When he stepped away, it was now up to Jr. to make sure the rest of this went smoothly. Unless of course the Doctor or Daniel ran into any problems. Jr. stared down at the psychic paper, and the first thing that came into his mind was what appeared on it. A fancy and official-looking bunch of lines having to do with clone registration numbers and other aspects of their creation and given 'jobs'. In a motion of a fake offer of trust, Jr. reached it out to them to let them look at it for themselves. He made sure to keep his voice neutral.
"Safety precaution, as I'm sure you're aware that our security's been heightened."