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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.]
Re: Subthread 1: Pre-fight Memory Download
He had survived. “I-I’m Rory Williams.” He took a breath, keeping the grip on the Doctor’s forearm. Not the Centurion, not the ‘Lone’ anything, and who had thought that was romantic? The Lone Centurion just sounded lonely.
"I'm trying."
And that was all he really could do, even as the Doctor pulled that fragile string of knowing out of his grasp. He swallowed, trying to brace himself, trying to shore up his mind and all the memories that hadn't slipped away.
It would be so much better if Amy was here, if he could touch her and smell her hair and further confirm that she was here and safe and alive and wonderful. He wanted her to be here. Actually, no, he didn’t. He’d rather be there than to subject her to this.
“It…it must have triggered off…the memory recorder. I’ve been getting these headaches and…” He trailed off, uncertain if he should bother to explain. “It was a very long…long time, Doctor.” Longer than he should have even been able to dream of living, locked in a body that couldn’t change, couldn’t alter in the smallest way.
Re: Subthread 1: Pre-fight Memory Download
"I know," the Doctor said. He ducked his head, bobbing slightly so he could get a look at Rory's pupils. "You're a bit of a first. Human to Roman to plastic and then back again. Confusing. Or interesting, interesting's better. Now," he reached out and probed along Rory's temples with his fingers, feeling for anything out of the ordinary. Lumps, bone protrusions that didn't have any place belonging on a Homo sapien skull. "You've got a human lifespan to look forward to! I suspect the headaches ought to go away in time."
There was a "maybe" tacked on there at the end, unspoken.
The fact was the Doctor didn't have all the answers. Okay, so yeah, it was practically a hobby at this time to have to save a planet or two or three -- or even a universe, on his good days -- but this was all knew. There was a reason he'd called it Big Bang 2 instead of Big Bang I Lost Count How Many Times I've Done This. Aside from it being easier to say. The Doctor resisted the urge to point out that Rory, all things considered, he was lucky this universe didn't spit him or the others right back out the way they came. After all, they were all intruders. Not every universe or dimension was going to find them compatible.
Giving his friend the mental image of getting sneezed out by a universe might not be the most brilliant thing the Doctor could've done.
The Doctor dropped his hands away from Rory's head. As far as he could tell, Rory was still human.
Re: Subthread 1: Pre-fight Memory Download
"Human to Roman and one thousand, eight hundred and ninety four years, six months, two weeks and four days. Waiting."
He let the Doctor touch him, unbothered by the invasion of his space. One thing that he'd had to adapt to pretty quick was the Doctor's disregard for personal bubbles.
"I broke your nose...or I almost did. I think. It's all a bit muddled. Nothing runs in a straight line just yet."
Hopefully that would fix itself.
He inclined his head, acknowledging the silent 'maybe' with a sigh. The headaches had become a near constant fact of life. Something he had been forced to accept. Their continued existence might be irritating, but he could and had survived them.
"That's all I wanted, you know. A human life, with Amy."
With their children.
Something cold and sick turned his stomach as the fragmenets choose that moment to fit together.
River.
Oh, by the blood the of the gods, what had they done?