Gently, but with undeniable will divesting myself of the holds that would hold me. (Pt. 5: Chances)

[cityship]

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.]

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[cityship]

Kanner seemed to be calculating, personal shield down and fizzled out from earlier attacks. He was right next to the console, to that button that would send them all off, and it was as near a thing for him to destroy it as to depress that stupid little round bit of material.

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."

[governorkang]

There was a part of Kang that would have preferred not having to do this. He growled, pulling out his dagger, and didn't hesitate to knock the gun out of Kanner's hand. He didn't bother with words as he moved forward and drove the blade directly into the Councilor's heart, between his ribs.

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.

[cityship]

Kanner didn't have much in the way of reaction time. He had a hold of Kang's wrist, for a brief second, face turned enough away from the surviving Councilors that his expression wouldn't be an entire betrayal unto itself.

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.