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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.]
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"This is probably far more for our benefit than theirs. We have more to benefit from getting this--" he started to trail off as they came up to the checkpoint, swallowing down the word 'mainframe' quickly. He finished awkwardly. "-this than they do."
The archaeologist kept silent, let the Doctor take lead and played his part as lead. Right, he was Mr. Red. With the eccentric Mr. Jones, which meant it was his part to play the geek. It wasn't too hard. Like trying on a pair of old shoes he thought, wished actually, he'd thrown out. Daniel kept his head down and posture hunched a little, only meeting the woman's eyes to mumble a 'good morning' before hurrying past after the Doctor, as if Jr. wasn't with them. Pointedly ignoring him was the hard part.
Daniel waited until they got out of sight, and allowed himself a grimace. He glanced at Jr. to make sure he was keeping up with them.
Probably still being monitored now. How they expected to get out of here the moment they messed with the mainframe was a good question. Daniel shot a small, sharp look at the Doctor and tried very hard to keep a straight face when he warned them all about thieves.
"Sure, Mr. Jones," Daniel said. He leaned back against the wall. As much as he disagreed with their mission, doing anything about it right now would only risk the Doctor and Junior's lives.
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He looked up to the Doctor, still unsure exactly how he should be acting. The members of the CLF seemed emotional enough ... and Jr. didn't get a chance to meet many of the clones with less of a will. He figured maybe they were like the standard URTV units he was raised with, so tried not to put too much emotion into his voice. "Okay, Mr. Jones." And Jr. took a step forward-- and then stopped, figuring he should probably be the one who followed the Doctor inside.
Man, this sucked.
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"We've been told that you're here for an inspection?"
Daniel-mun said we can skip her!
With Junior at his side, he felt all very safe and secure and even if he didn't, he certainly wasn't going to show it. He didn't miss a beat.
"That's right. My assistant and I are going to inspect this and I suppose, well...you two! You both look like you could use an inspection. In fact," the Doctor was doing one of those horrid little winging-it things. Good thing Daniel wasn't in the room. "My assistant here can handle your individual inspections. I'll pop on ahead and get the rest out of the way, you know how time schedules are."
He flapped his hand at the two guards. He was hoping Junior wasn't going to be one of those excessively violent fellas like some of the people talking back at the hotel, before it decided to blow itself up. The Doctor liked to think he was a decent judge of character...but he'd been known to be wrong. Sometimes. Occasionally. Right, yeah. Back to the task at hand. The Doctor turned toward Junior, making a show of giving him detailed instructions as he reached into his pocket and handed the psychic paper to him.
"Just wave that around if they start asking questions. It's what I do," the Doctor said in a low voice out of range of the guards, oozing confidence. He slipped the paper to Junior. It was small, slipped into a beat-up black wallet.
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But with the guards now within distance to see any slip-up in their disguise, Jr. made sure to let none of those thoughts seep through onto his expression. "I'll get on it right away, sir." he said.
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Skip me until you need Eleven back?
"Ah, so I suppose you'd like to trade jobs with me now, is that it? I'm sure there's plenty of things you've never seen or tried or even had the tiniest inkling about," the Doctor peered into the guard's face. He squinted. "'Never' for you isn't 'never' for everyone ever out there. Understand? Now, you will submit yourselves to inspection by my assistant and when I get back, I want you both to be right here, in this spot, collars buttoned."
He waved at the two guards.
"Very buttoned, very inspected! Now, if you'll excuse me -- " The Doctor almost straightened his bowtie. He instead settled for brushing some imaginary dust off his coat, turning toward Junior. "Right. Carry on."
The Doctor swept past the two guards into the next chamber, leaving Junior with the psychic paper, the guards and an inspection.
Daniel-mun said to keep going until he can pop back in ICly again. o/
When he stepped away, it was now up to Jr. to make sure the rest of this went smoothly. Unless of course the Doctor or Daniel ran into any problems. Jr. stared down at the psychic paper, and the first thing that came into his mind was what appeared on it. A fancy and official-looking bunch of lines having to do with clone registration numbers and other aspects of their creation and given 'jobs'. In a motion of a fake offer of trust, Jr. reached it out to them to let them look at it for themselves. He made sure to keep his voice neutral.
"Safety precaution, as I'm sure you're aware that our security's been heightened."