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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
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.