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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 10: Fight Night
Mindy drew out a pair of knives and the Ruffnut clone grinned Ruffnut's own crooked grin back at her reaching into her pocket and drawing out thick metal knuckles.
"Oh..." The original Ruffnut's confidence flickered off for a moment and she looked around desperately hoping that the real Mindy would be within shouting range.
No such luck, by the time she turned back to the clones they had lunged forward once more to attack.
Ruffnut being armed only with the pan helmet she'd stolen to replace her missing viking helmet she seized it off her head and swung, only to have it smashed out of the way by her clone. Another sharp pain in her arm and a distinctive crack!
That...probably wasn't good. Ruff grabbed hold of her clone's jaw and twisted in an attempt to buy herself some time so she could look down at her left arm...which hung uselessly.
Her first broken bone! Not as fun and proud as she'd hoped.
And then anther sensation, knew and interesting. It was a sort of coldness...and then a tickle. Only when she looked down did she realize that Mindy had buried her knife into the arm that was currently stuffing a fist into the other Ruffnut's mouth.
Why wasn't any of this hurting as much as it should? Why was everything suddenly so quiet? It was like the world was fading around them and only these three people were left in the entire world.
Ruffnut's eyes fell onto the clone Mindy. She had none of the fire that the real Mindy had, none of the passion an spark that Ruff saw whenever they fought together. These two weren't anything close to the unstoppable force Ruffnut and Mindy were turning into.
...but Mindy wasn't here. And Ruff was starting to feel light headed.
Re: Subthread 10: Fight Night
This is really it? THIS is how you're gonna die? How lame.
Tuffnut's voice again...how annoying. She didn't even remember falling all she knew was she was on the floor, her entire fist still in her clones mouth while her broke arm was under her twisted at an odd direction.
Oh shut up already, you're not even here.
Of coarse I am idiot! We're twins right? So you're never alone.
Ruff's eyes focused on the face of her attackers...and what she saw Tuffnut and her Mindy, the real one smiling at her.
"Come on, this is no way for a Viking to go out!" Tuffnut challenged her. Beaten by a pair of fakes?
Mindy's smile was wild and encouraging, full of a sort of fire that would have made her the most popular girl in Birk. "Come on Viking girl, light em up!"
Re: Subthread 10: Fight Night
Ruffnut's muscles tensed slowly, limb by limb, as cold white energy began dancing along her flesh crackling and sizzling over sweat and blood and tears. A scream that pierced the haze of her blood loss ripped through her lungs and a burst of lightning spread out from her body consuming the clones cooking them from the inside and bursting them open.
Re: Subthread 10: Fight Night
As the light died down Ruffnut lay covered in blood and clone bits with a broken silly smile on her face.
"My first mission..."
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The city was starting to be a mess, and the smells of dried blood, screams of fear and burning skin were getting all too familiar for her and her days in war. Yet she wasn't relishing in it like before, this time making sure that all their teammates were there and accounted for.
Thankfully, the viking and her hat wasn't too easy to miss, thankfully. Clones could reproduce things, but that hat was HER hat. Except she was on the ground and was barely moving.
"Ruffnut!" she hissed, violently cracking away a nearby soldiers with her spear like a baseball bat. Realizing that the girl wouldn't recognize her, she tore off her helmet and made sure the coast was clear before kneeling next to her. Lash's yellow costume has since been covered in dirt, sweat and dried blood.
"Shit." It was a pretty good way to describe it. "You've broken your arm." The blood was everywhere, but she had no idea if it was Ruffnut's or someone else's. Grabbing the nearby dead clone's half burned top, Lash began to use it to scoop up as much as she could to see the girl's injuries better. She wasn't a medic, but the wunderkind knew enough from her war training to know that the first few minutes to any serious injuries were vital. If she was bleeding from a major wound, it needed to be held down as much as possible.
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"ZETTA GET YOUR FREAKING ASS HERE," she both wrote and yelled as loud as she could. With any luck one of his minion was close by, or the Overlord had caught up to her after their clone destrucathon. Just in time, she dropped the communication system and shot someone that had been aiming at them. Protecting a teammate's life wasn't something Lash had done often. And she silently cursed the fact she not only had to keep a pair of eyes all around, but still continue to find the main wound.
Well, first times for everything.
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"What the-- HEY! DAMN IT RUFFNUT!"
The minion holding him reared back, then hurled the Overlord over the fight. The book slammed into the ground hard, flipped, then lifted up into the air.
"Damn it, Ruffnut!" Zetta snarled. "I didn't give you permission to freaking get hurt! How dare you disobey me! Get the hell back up!"
A minion smashed to the ground, the healer whom they'd all become so familiar with in the course of fighting. She lifted her staff to start hurling heals onto the fallen Viking girl as fast as she could. To the side, the Overlord stared down at Ruffnut in quiet, absolute fury.
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Her face wasn't angry unlike the Overlord's just filled with concentration and maybe just a tiny bit of worry.
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The look on her face was one of discomfort and pain, like someone having a bad dream, and her breath was light, barely noticeable.
She'll apologize if she makes it Zetta.