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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.]
Open to anyone to join her
The people of her world had been cloned before. What beautiful irony that it was her, who had been part of the original team responsible for cloning members of the other nations, was now stuck with an army of doppelgangers. But Zetta was right. She was smarter than they could ever hope to me. They might have the genetics and the potential to become COs, but they were nothing like her.
And to prove that point, she was going to make herself stand out. Lash looked around to see what could be useful to make a stand, maybe take a jeep from one of the soldiers....but then she spotted the all too familiar floating fountain from her first day here. As the others were distracted, she ran towards it, getting under the mechanism. Time to take over and claim it as her own. It couldn't be any harder than that dumb computer in the army...yeap. There it was, the power control. One wrong move and she could accidentally shut down the gravity field, crushing her like a bug. Lash worked quickly, moving a few wires until she had it switched to manual. Seeing the light again never felt so good as she rolled out from under, standing on the edge as she tested out the manual control panel to see how it could move.
...Pretty fast for a hovering piece of architecture. She nearly crashed it into a nearby building. Okay. This would do.
Transforming into her sentai form - possibly the easiest way for her to differ herself from the others, she took off her helmet so her clones would know who was going to end them. Rangers killed bad guys, right? These were bad guys. Kind of. Right. With those thoughts swimming in her head, she fountain hovered into battle.
Forget not killing anything, the wunderkind already had out two guns out as the hovering water wonder advanced, bowling over some of the normal soldiers like pins. She was hoping to kill her own clones straight between their eyes with a single shot before they could even attempt to unlock their CO power potential.
That could turn pretty ugly really fast if it did.
Re: Open to anyone to join her
Zouichi glanced up at her, pistol in hand. "You need some help picking them off? I assume there's a reason you're shooting to kill rather than to disable."
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She shot one in the head. It was rather weird seeing your own face fall lifeless to the floor, admittedly. She took a few seconds to regain herself.
"Sides. There's should never be more than one me around." And original was best.
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Seriously.
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"Hey! Would the real Lash the only one in yellow, might I add, tell you to look and uh...activate whatever it takes to use that status screen thing power of yours."
Clearly they would show him everyone else was Lash (Clone). They'd be lots and lots of levels under her. Maybe they'd even be color coded to make things easier!
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Glaring, Zetta consulted his status screens, then sent his minions after the clones.
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Obviously.
"Make sure they go for quick kills!" she warned him. "Remember during that training with Ruffnut and Hit Girl? This could be as a stressful situation for them and they might suddenly unleash their powers!"
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In response to the Overlord's bellowings, the minions did just that. Lash clones went flying as minions threw axes, conjured inexplicably large explosions of out rifle barrels, or dragged them around the world with fishing rods.
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Boom! Headshot! Heh heh heh her clone totally didn't see that.
Pretty soon there weren't that many Lashes left.
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Not once in this entire fight had he made a crack about a twin threesome fantasy or any such perversion.
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He took one of the clones out with a single shot; easy, if you had enhanced shooting accuracy. If the existence of Lash's clones was dangerous in the way a clone of his was dangerous, they needed to be destroyed, the quicker the better.
"I didn't want a government like this to be able to clone an army of individuals with my abilities. Even only a portion of them. It would be disastrous."
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She fired again, using her own guns instead of the ranger's arsenal. Somehow using those almost seemed wrong, in a strange way.
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"Idunno" she said shrugging, breaking the neck of one of the girls nearby, talking as if this conversation was perfectly normal to have in the middle of murdering clones. "It just happened. But the point was..." She fired a shot at another, "that this would definitely the most interesting out of all the possible solutions." And something about Zetta making her changing her mind.
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He started up again, drawing a bead on another clone, not bothering to get into actual physical altercations now that the objective was to kill Lash's clones rather than to disable them. This was business; efficiency was key.
In fact, this place was actually starting to remind him a little of home.
"You going to have someone incinerate your clones when you're done? Lot of genetic material lying around."
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A little bit behind them, a firebomb blew into the sky, incarcerating a few of the clone bodies. The fountain moved forward by the heat, knocking a few of the soldiers out cold.
"Of course I only have a limited supply of these. Maybe I'll get Zetta to punch the rest into the moon or destroy them with his lasers, tee hee hee!"
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"Glad you're thinking ahead. Now, you got a plan for beating those Councilors? Because if they have shielding like the kind they used to protect Kanner, well. They might be a littler tougher than your average superpowered jerk politicians."
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Logically, this actually made some sense!
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"Hey!" he called after that moment of 'what'. "Need a hand?"
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With a quick, firm nod to Lash, he started to run toward her, ducking out of the way of a couple of attempted reaches for him, and in one case turning himself as he ran to shoot a gun out of one of the clone's hands before he was shot first. When Lash was low enough and close enough, Jr. jumped up to join her.
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"But hey, welcome aboard Lash's Fountain Express. Next stop, destroying as many things as we can...without killing if we don't have too, I guess."
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He shifted his weight to balance better on the fountain, giving his arms a quick swing back and forth, but not aiming his guns at anybody below. "Sounds good to me, 'cause I'd rather not."