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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Honestly, Ildraniath had just been irritated that they'd been discovered. Not put-out, really. They had what they wanted. Who cared what the rulers of the planet thought any longer? Well, that had been her thought process up until they'd unleashed clones on them. Her clone, in particular. Her voice, once again amplified, echoed in the chamber, "Did you really think that you could recreate my power and expertise simply by cloning me?"

There was a harsh, cold anger in her words.

"The skills of a Farseer are more than just genetic - they are honed. They are learned. And they are not for your pitiful people to discover."

It was a simple matter after that, really. Her clone had nothing - and she had everything. She simply reached out and snuffed it's empty mind. The husk that merely resembled her crumpled to the ground, blood running from ears, nose and mouth.

"You will die for that. All of you."

And now her attention was on the Councillors.

Suspicions: confirmed. Cynical world outlook: vindicated. Zouichi hadn't thought a complex operation like that could have gone off without a hitch, and here they were, facing off a bunch of hastily assembled evil twins. At least no one had a goatee. So far.

Zouichi observed Ildraniath's handiwork with interest. Though the mechanisms behind her abilities and those of Earth's espers were obviously quite different, the end result was much the same. Well. He supposed there were a limited number of ways for a humanoid body to react physically to a sudden, lethal mental assault.

He wasn't particularly angry himself at this point, mostly because he'd been bracing himself for this possibility since the 'clone' crew members were kidnapped. And since then, he'd been afforded the opportunity to vent a little of the murderous rage that had gripped him earlier.

Which wasn't to say he wasn't sympathetic. Far from it.

He set the coil rifle against one shoulder, gravity gun in the other hand, saying nothing. It was only polite to let Ildraniath have the first shot.

Ildraniath turned and with a gesture, scattered a group of clones in front of her and then moved through the space with grace and speed. She turned into an odd little twirl - one that became a movement almost too fast for the eye to follow as she came around the massive spear in her hands, crackling with energy, was hurled directly at the group of councillors.

Zouichi pistol-whipped a stray clone almost absently with the sidearm in his left hand, bringing the coil rifle forward with his right.

Steady as she goes.

He pulled the trigger, bracing himself against the gun's kickback. A bright, massive burst of energy bloomed forth from the end of the rifle barrel, aimed directly for that same group of Councilors. He'd seen what those personal shields could do, so he didn't bother with the low-yield shells this time. This blast could easily take a couple floors off a skyscraper.

Councilor Bal was gone just like that, but that alerted the other Councilors to the presence of the two gunning for them, and they laid down heavy fire in their direction.

"I'm afraid you'll find killing the rest of us far more difficult."

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

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