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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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"Besides, you're a better shot than that. I know you can do it, you're just not doing it."
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Nightwing stepped a little away from Moses, close enough to provide cover if necessary. But also to keep an eye on him. Not that he didn't trust him. To his gut, Moses had felt the most steady. He liked the guy. But there was a lot riding on this for them and he wanted to make sure it didn't get to him.
"You're trying to make it so that these people aren't your enemies any more," Nightwing noted. It wasn't actually an admonishment as such, but maybe more of a reminder. "Mercy tends to go further toward that than indiscriminate deaths." He paused. "Well. As long as everybody has all their faculties."
Lord knew mercy had never done much for the Joker.
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A glowing red spot suddenly appeared on his chest.
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But Harriet saw it, knew what it meant, and knew what she had to do all in the space of a heartbeat. Moses was still crouched, unplugging the device, unaware in his happiness what was about to happen.
Moses was the future.
Moses was the future for everyone.
Moses gave them hope.
The death of hope would destroy everything.
I gave Kang my luck.
Harriet dove the same moment the sniper fired, pushing Moses out of the way and jerking as the energy beam hit her instead, knees crumpling as she fell to join him.
Clones died on of two ways, they faded like a burned down candle, sputtering to an undignified stop, or they burned to ash in an instant.
Six years dropped to six minutes in the time it took a sniper to pull the trigger.
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"Harriet!"
Not her. Not like this.
The look on his face when he glanced at Moses was odd: a mix of relief, guilt for feeling that relief, and anger and sorrow.
As much as he wanted to go over to her, he couldn't. He had to watch for more guards.
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"There's more." A short, clipped statement, paired with the first shot out of her gun.
Knowing what to look for means knowing what to shoot at. Five other shielded guards in the area, six shots to hit them all. One after another, and the last with a headshot she'd not intended -- and didn't feel sorry for in the least.
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Besides, sniping like that was just cheating.
He let Guy and Bilbo deal with the snipers, forcing himself not to flinch. Instead, he opened up the compartment on his boot, pulling out his medical kit. Not so well stocked as some of the others, but there had to be some sacrifice for space. He moved over to Moses' and Harriet's side, looking grimly at the girl's injuries. Compartmentalizing because there was too much that needed to be done.
"We've been betrayed." The snipers were waiting for them. "Though why they waited for you to finish the download before attacking? I don't get." He glanced up at Moses, then back down to Harriet, checking the wound. And...shit. That wasn't good. It wasn't good at all.
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It didn't matter now, though. The damage was done.
"No. Nononono. You shouldn't have done that. Harriet. My dear Harriet, you know there's more of me. Plenty from my batch, enough Moses' to see things through."
He was the original, of course, but they'd been trained, they knew everything he knew.
Tears were in his eyes as he knelt beside her and helped Nightwing as best as he could.
"Why did you do that?"
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She shuddered at the crack of weapons, smiling up at Nightwing, blood staining her teeth red. "I read about you. You were a hero. You were all heroes and we needed you so badly. Thank you....thank you for coming and helping us..."
There were tears in her eyes, hand reaching to touch him for just a moment. "Everything will be better now."
She looked at Moses. "Right? Right? It will be better now." She took a breath and started coughing. "I had to...I had to make sure, we need you. You're our hero, Moses." The tears had started leaking down her cheeks, hand touching his arm, smile never fading. "Was it ok? Did I matter? Di-did I help? I wanted to help. I wanted...I wanted us to be a family, after. I wanted to go home with you and Guy and Bilbo and be a family...did it matter, Moses? Did we change it...Please...I-I wanted to matter."
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Tears poured down his face.
"You're too young for this. But there's the rub, isn't it? We all are."
It wasn't fair, but then it was never fair.
"I'm so proud of you, and I'm sorry. I wasn't worth this."
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There was one thing he could be truthful about, though. "You matter, Harriet. Every soldier in a war matters." That's what she had been, after all, even if she hadn't participated in any actual fighting until that day.
"She thought you were, Moses, and she's not the only one."
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No words for Moses, not right then, if he damn well better know he was worth it. Not so much for the cause, but to Harriet, and to the people around him who found him, the individual him, so important.
If Moses knew a portion of what was good for himself, he'd listen to Guy on this.
Bilbo shot the legs out from under another guard who came in around into her line of sight. "We've got more company."
Time to go, if the upload was complete.
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Then there were more there and Nightwing bit back a curse. He looked at the others, then at Moses and Harriet again. "I'll carry her," he said, not an order but almost a request. "I don't have a weapon and we won't leave her behind." That was something that never, ever happened on his watch if he could avoid it.
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He'd seen plenty of his men die, and he always cared but this had hit close to home.
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The last of her breath left her lungs, tiny body going limp against the body of the man she thought of as a hero, and in some private part of her heart, as her father.
They had been her family. They had all been her family. They had loved her, wanted her, educated her. She had been a hero. She had made things change. She had mattered.
In the end, despite everything that she had been made for, she had mattered.
Harriet smiled.
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A sound in the hallway reminded him of the situation they were in, and he shot down another guard. "We need to move out."
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There was nothing more than that to say. Harriet was gone, trying was a given, and the concern was moot if she didn't help get them out of this place alive. "Get up," she said. "He'll take care of Harriet. We're getting out of here now."
Now it was moving time. Bilbo didn't so much wait for confirmation as start moving out.
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Nightwing put his medical kit away, then moved in to pick the little girl's body up. He nodded to Moses as he stood. "I'm right with you."