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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.]
Subthread 12: Escape
There was one problem. Someone was needed to press the button, and Moses, Guy, and Bilbo weren't close enough to do it before the Councilors could stop the whole thing.
Kanner, however, was. And, if he pressed the button for them, let them escape, it would reveal him as a member of the CLF.
[ooc: The first sub-subthread is closed to Kang and Kanner. Don't tag into the second one until that one resolves; it should only take a couple of rounds at most.]
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That, and he had an agreement with Councilor Kanner, one that he'd only told Nightwing and Rory about.
It looked like it was going to be necessary.
[ooc: Closed to Kang and Kanner.]
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His eyes locked with Kang. "Councilor." He was typing like mad, working part of the interface.
He stopped typing abruptly, reaching for the weapon at his side. "We won't let you do this. If I have to destroy the panel myself, this won't delay anything."
Only it had already delayed the command. Once that button was pressed, Kang would have seconds to get back on the teleport pad before it activated.
Kanner lifted his weapon, directing it at the console. "You're too late."
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It was quick, painless. He deserved that much.
Quietly enough that no one could hear him, he looked down at the body, "You came through."
Then, he shot a look at the remaining members of the CLF alive, one that said the same thing, and ran towards the teleporter pad.
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He didn't manage the thank you he wanted. It was too fast. The last thing Kanner managed was to slump forward, over the console and the button that activated the teleportation pad, bleeding into the machinery of their salvation.
Maybe, at last, he could rest. For a little while anyway.
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[ooc: GO FOR IT.]
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But he didn't look away. By not actually telling Kang not to (something he was fairly certain Kang would have ignored, anyway), that made the death his fault in a way. And that meant that Nightwing, as much as he hated it, didn't turn away.
He nodded to the CLF, privately wishing them luck. And hoped that his own clones would be able to find a way to help that they just didn't have the time for. It was small consolation for any of them, but with some of the things that had been done, perhaps there was a chance now.
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Where had that fit in? Why? What had made that necessary? But the realistic part of herself, counting the note she'd found, thinking of their traversing of the hospital, of Kanner being there at all at any point, kept her silent.
She knew what this world could do, but war was war. The fighting that had gone on in leaving had been against people personally motivated to anger; and she guessed, maybe, the Ohm had something like that too. She was tired and fed up of their four day excursion into yet another wargrounds, with only more to come.
She didn't look away because his wasn't the only death today, and wouldn't be the only death tomorrow, or the day after, or the day after that. Each one of them was blessedly lucky, but that luck would run out. Like at home, when comrades (from her village, or from another) had fallen under the brutality of beings operated as an extension of a far-off puppet master's whims, people she knew would die. Maybe she would. Despite the idea of the Chosen, she wasn't anything special.
Sick at heart, she told herself to grow up. Galilee wasn't their problem. If she dreamed about this place afterward, it'd be another dream to add to the stock of them that kept sleep from being restful. She'd just have to work that much harder to pass out into dreamless sleep at night.
Welcome to War. This is your life, reclaimed, sold, and packaged. Thanks for the reminder.
Once the teleport was over, she was moving. "Anyone injured? Let's get to restraints! Anyone who needs help moving say so now. Anything that needs to be secured will need to be secured. We've worked too hard to let it break down now."
We've stolen so well we better not having nothing to show for it in the end.
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Jr. gave Sakura a weary smile, one hand pressed against the nearest wall to take some of the weight off of his leg. He looked back to the others who had begin teleporting back. "I hope the rest of them follow suit. And fast."
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Then back around to the rest. "We need a headcount, but frankly, we can do that while moving things around." What kinds of restraints did they have to work with?
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He wondered how many of the others would arrive worse-off. He remembered seeing Kon... "But don't worry about me if the others come back and need more attention. I'm good at toughing it out in the meantime."
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No mention of Kon. The brief glimpses she'd had... well, if Kon and Rory needed her, she was here. Though with the medkits, Rory should be able to handle whatever might come up on his own. he was more than skilled enough to.
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He found his way to the nearest object to sit on, more flopping onto it than settling himself down slowly. Shifting himself, Jr. winced before he extended his leg out, pulling the fabric up slowly to not irritate it more. It was in fact a tear, but not close to the worse one there ever was. And Jr. was pretty good at healing, to boot. Genetic modifications were good for at least that perk.
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Another small smile before she was standing, this time ignoring the wince of pain that went through her system. She needed to move, see everyone, get things situated.
Just... time to get back.
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"You've surprised me, Councilor." Zedd said to himself. "And here I thought I was cursed with being stuck with a bunch of heroes."
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He saw Kanner hit the ground, but he didn't feel like he thought he'd feel, seeing that. He wasn't sad, because somehow, after learning about Kanner's truth, he guessed the Councilor wouldn't want anybody to feel sad for him like that. And he definitely didn't feel happy about it, either. He figured he'd keep himself neutral, for the sake of not knowing exactly what Kanner may have felt. Relieved was one word that Jr. thought of. He remembered telling the others about Albedo - and about his realization that he would live forever. Ziggy had spoken. "Death is rest for the soul. Who was it who said that? If the body did not die, and the fears borne in the mind just continued to pile up, the world would be nothing more than an eternal prison."
He still felt the weak, mental wave from the remaining two or three U.R.T.V.s that had been sent to fight. They were still alive. And though he had no idea if his words to them did anything at all, he figured he'd try one last time, in hopes that somehow, the CLF would take in that lone, injured U.R.T.V. he had shot and help him. He let down the mental block he usually kept up as a reflex for sending unwanted thoughts to his brother, and spoke to him one last time from the other side of the chaos.
, because Jr. still wasn't sure he would ever return home, but he was going to fight his best for the hope of the possibility, Harriet now being exempt from that 'you guys' weighed heavily on his heart when he sent the message.
There was a knot in his stomach when the image of what they were leaving behind swished out of sight as he was teleported. He hoped they'd meet again, and that somehow this planet could find a balance again. Only a balance where clones were no longer being made for slavery, but a co-existence. Something difficult even where Jr. came from, so the hope was still just that even for him and his universe.
The world around him felt so quiet and calm when he returned. Almost as if he had never experienced it before.