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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.]

[identity profile] so-pregnable.livejournal.com 2011-07-27 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, even if it'd been offered he'd have declined on that hand-holding thing.

"No, but it's gotta be done anywa--AAUGH!"

To his credit, he only yelled a little as Howard pulled the pipe out.
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[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2011-07-27 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately, Kon's yell doesn't drown out the cringe-inducing sound pulling the pipe out makes. Howard gets to work on immediately putting disinfectant and compression bandages on. "Any injuries on your back I don't see?"

Since rolling Kon over with a spike through his leg would have been out of the question a moment ago.

[identity profile] so-pregnable.livejournal.com 2011-07-28 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Just--banged up."

Pretty much the moment his leg was bandaged up, he started to move.

"Thanks."

His expression made it quite clear that his gratitude was very genuine.

"I gotta get back in there."

Getting up when you couldn't put weight on one leg was easier when you could fly.

"Not that I probably need to tell you twice, but if I go down again, don't come after me unless he's out of the picture."

The clone hadn't finished the job because he'd probably thought he had finished it. With Superboy jumping back into the fight and making himself a target, making it clear he wasn't going to be taken out so easy, that wouldn't happen again, and anyone that got in the clone's way would wind up mincemeat.
iselldrugstothecommunity: (Raised eyebrow for serious skepticism.)

[personal profile] iselldrugstothecommunity 2011-07-28 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
"You're welcome," Howard says, with actual sincerity. It's some comfort to know that at least someone who witnessed that humiliating, painful beatdown from Harriet can see that he's not a worthless scrap of person.

But seeing as the immediate danger has left and taken the need for professionalism with it, he returns Kon's warning with rolled eyes. "I'm a medic, Jock Boy, not an idiot."

And he darts back for cover.