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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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Tears poured down his face.
"You're too young for this. But there's the rub, isn't it? We all are."
It wasn't fair, but then it was never fair.
"I'm so proud of you, and I'm sorry. I wasn't worth this."
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There was one thing he could be truthful about, though. "You matter, Harriet. Every soldier in a war matters." That's what she had been, after all, even if she hadn't participated in any actual fighting until that day.
"She thought you were, Moses, and she's not the only one."
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No words for Moses, not right then, if he damn well better know he was worth it. Not so much for the cause, but to Harriet, and to the people around him who found him, the individual him, so important.
If Moses knew a portion of what was good for himself, he'd listen to Guy on this.
Bilbo shot the legs out from under another guard who came in around into her line of sight. "We've got more company."
Time to go, if the upload was complete.
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Then there were more there and Nightwing bit back a curse. He looked at the others, then at Moses and Harriet again. "I'll carry her," he said, not an order but almost a request. "I don't have a weapon and we won't leave her behind." That was something that never, ever happened on his watch if he could avoid it.
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He'd seen plenty of his men die, and he always cared but this had hit close to home.
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The last of her breath left her lungs, tiny body going limp against the body of the man she thought of as a hero, and in some private part of her heart, as her father.
They had been her family. They had all been her family. They had loved her, wanted her, educated her. She had been a hero. She had made things change. She had mattered.
In the end, despite everything that she had been made for, she had mattered.
Harriet smiled.
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A sound in the hallway reminded him of the situation they were in, and he shot down another guard. "We need to move out."
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There was nothing more than that to say. Harriet was gone, trying was a given, and the concern was moot if she didn't help get them out of this place alive. "Get up," she said. "He'll take care of Harriet. We're getting out of here now."
Now it was moving time. Bilbo didn't so much wait for confirmation as start moving out.
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Nightwing put his medical kit away, then moved in to pick the little girl's body up. He nodded to Moses as he stood. "I'm right with you."