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- !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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"I was going to take a look around," she repeated, confused. "Just kinda curious as to what they might have. No use grabbing everything if it's just empty stores and stuff we don't need anyway, you know?"
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The three minions vanished, taking their loot with them. Another minion started wrenching a shoe store out of the ground, as Zetta's leader-girl carried him over to see what Lash was doing.
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"Okay fiiiiine." She grinned, looking at the hovering platforms and all of the free stuff just lying around them. "But I still want to beat up some guards and steal a bunch of really weird souvenirs. Maybe we can find a music or a video game of the future store!"
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"That's fine, I shouldn't steal too many more shops wholesale either. What'd you just smash open here?"
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This looked like a hobbyist's store for people who didn't feel like watching feelies on any given day and turn to something else that required a bit more thinking...but not that much. As she headed to the gardening section, she noticed that most of the seeds appeared to be strange flower hybrids. Marigolds of every color (with clever names like maripurple or marisilver or marirainbow), the boxes proclaiming they were the fastest growing flower crops. Nestled in the middle, there was a single row of fruits and vegetables. Yet again, it seemed more as a hobby than an actual product food source, with strange colors and plants "Grow your own produce!" the sign proudly proclaimed. "A time-tested hobby that dates back since the dawn of time!"
Right. Hobby.
Purple tomatoes? Red Spinach? Purple sweet potato? Yellow cress? Fascinating, but apart from the color, not really stuff she was that much into...
But then! She spotted something amazing. Lash held up the packet, making sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. But no, it really excited.
Romanescu broccoli.
It was mathematics and eatable produce all in one! She didn't care how long these took to grow, she was taking the packet!
...actually you know what, she was taking all of the seeds. These things couldn't take much space, and she knew that seeds of any kind could be useful on the ship. As would this box of miracle grow products.
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"I'm gonna go find something more useful!" he called out as his minion carried him off -- two doors down. Then she kicked in the glass front door of a drusgtore and walked through the hail of shards, holding the book overhead like a shield.
"Damn it! I'm gonna be picking fragments of glass out of my pages for weeks!"
Ignoring his complaints, the minion set him on the counter. Still grumbling, Zetta dropped down a hospital -- in the middle of the drugstore -- from which a couple of minions left. Two of them went towards the back to break into the pharmacy, while the leader hefted an entire shelf and tossed it into the hospital.
"Wait, what was that shelf?" the book asked, to which the girl merely shrugged blithely.
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She thought about it, stroking her chin. 'Decorate the pages of your favorite book and remember fond memories!'
Decorate...your favorite book.
What a beautiful siren call that was impossible to resist. She grabbed one of the bags, and with the seeds in the biggest shopping bag she could find there, Lash walked out of the store to where Zetta's minions were busy stuffing who-knew-what.
"How are you guys doing?"
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"Cleanin' out stuff in here. I figure medicine is good, right?" The minions hopped back into the hospital, which vanished.
"We need more clothes," he said. "You see any clothes shops out there? Oh, and shoes. I don't know how you people walk around barefoot all the time."
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"Not yet but I can bet there's a shoe store somewhere," she said with a nod. Lash looked down at her feet which were either covered by the plantsuit or the Ranger boots and shrugged. "Eh. I've personally never really thought about it."
But a pair of long boots would be nice again. She did miss walking in them, as much as she wouldn't give them much time before they'd get destroyed from overuse.
Their thoughts were interpreted by a pair of guards. Well FINALLY. They were probably on the other side or something.
"Intruders! Freeze!"
Oh great. Mall cops.
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Somehow this seemed to be a bigger insult than everything else thus far, except possibly the whole Lash-is-branded thing he wouldn't ever admit to.
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"Listen here buddy. We live this mall. It's our job to protect it."
"Protect it through snow and hail! Rain or shine! Aliens and uh...non aliens!"
"So you might be one of them otherworldly invaders, but you aren't gonna get rid of us that easily. Over...something and Wunderbread the two of you are."
Lash just stared at them, not sure how angry she should be about this or the fact she knew that these two guys were going to get a dose of reality very, very soon.
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"Ow!" One of them spoke in a muffled voice. "I feel like an entire store's just been dumped on me!"
His friend was already out cold.
Lash burst out laughing at the scene.
"That's what you get for being two idiots! Next time go join the CLF or something!" She then went over to the nearby stores to see what else they could get. Oh! This one looks like a good place to start.
"The Hottest Topic. Weird name for a clothing store."
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The clothing was...well...weird honestly. Lots of black tight fitting skirts, shirts and depressing notes written over them. "I'm with dumb clone" one shirt said, with an arrow pointing to the left. "I'm going to kill myself but it won't matter since I'll be cloned." Another said. "I'm not a clone but I wish I could be one."
"Wow, this place sure is rainbow and sunshine," Lash muttered. She didn't even notice the blacklights installed close by to showcase the white shirts, turning everything that was white into a semi-bright purple.
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"Wow. These would really piss off a lot of people if we brought them back to the ship," he said with barely-suppressed delight. "Hey Lash, you should try on one of those tiny skirts."
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You know, considering they were in the middle of a war and they'd need to leave the planet soon, it was probably a bad idea to start trying on terrible clothing and...oh who was she kidding, Lash was already dehenshining so that her normal plantsuit and coat was visible and looked around at the store, stroking her chin.
"Tee hee hee! This merchandise is soooo ugly!" She took one of the ugly skirts and showed it to him. "We should get this for Zedd!" She looked the other items snickering to herself about how most of these would make better oil rags than proper fashion.
On the left side of her arm, her UV tattoo was now clearly visible
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He looked at the one she'd pulled off the rack, the wickedness fading into confusing and disgust. "Who the hell would ever get a skirt like that? I wanna steal it and take it back onto the ship just to see who things wearing it is a freaking good idea."
And if no one claimed it, they would give it to Zedd --
"...That's it, huh? Your tattoo."
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"We are taking it," she added with a nod, amused at how his mode had changed the minute she brought it out. At the mention of her tattoo, however, she looked down and poked at it with her other hand.
"Oh!" she turned her head at the dark purple lights. "Tee hee, I hadn't even noticed they were UV lights." She looked down again, and turned so he could have a better view of it. "See, at the bottom they put our name. This is why no one in Black Hole ever had huge ones. The barcode is scanned as you enter any building to confirm your identity, or alert who is coming. Wrong barcode, and you were either shot or arrested for questioning. Most people would be happier getting shot, trust me. And at the top is the Black Hole symbol!" She grinned, looking into another clothing rack. "Because the tattoos are only visible in UV light, they weren't detectable to the naked eye. That way, we could easily sneak into their bases without being suspects." Unless they had a supply of blacklights. "However, they couldn't sneak in our bases and let's just say very few people were brave enough to copy a full code tattoo into their own skin."
She spun around one of the jewelery racks, her eyes searching for something that looked at least nice or maybe deadly enough to use as a weapon. Most of these were terrible fake diamond incrusted 'babyoll' and 'sexy' necklaces that probably weighed a few pounds.
"Black Hole was always about efficiency and being better than the other nati...ooh!" Her attention was suddenly shifted to something else. "This one is a gun..." she held it up to admire it better.
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He watched her move as she talked about the tattoo, a dark and inscrutable look on his face. Whatever she might say or however fine she might be about that tattoo, it didn't make him happier about it. The fact remained that she had been permanently marked. Even he, of all the people in the cosmos the one who could most claim the right to do that, wouldn't have ever gone down that path.
He was mad enough to grind teeth.
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"Did you hear that? It sounded like a creaking door!"
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She tried to imagine Neotanks with diamond and rubies and burst out laughing. What a terrible fighting hazard.
"That, or being sad is the new in, if all these depressing shirts are any indication."
Lash. Judging an entire world by a single clothing store.
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