trans_9 | 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?

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"They'd wake up fully realized clones like we were planning. They wouldn't have programming telling them to be slaves. They'd just be people..."

Moses shook his head. "But that many at once... we wanted to have them released as they were normally released, gradually win them over and build up a solid enough base for a mass resistance. To have it happen all at once--it's a complete wildcard. It might be enough for passive resistance. Protests. But we don't know what they'd do either--what'd they'd choose. It'd be leaving things entirely up to hope."

"You are our hope," Guy said suddenly, moving to stand next to Moses and look him in the eye. He'd said that he was going to put his trust in him, and he was a clone - a man - of his word. "You're the one who never gives up hope, no matter the circumstances. If you can't get through to them, no one can. Or, are you going to give up on hope?"

Now that Kon came into his field of vision, Daniel had to keep himself from starting. He looked terrible, the kind of terrible that shouldn't be on his feet in the first place, much less talking.

Daniel felt now was the time to speak up again, especially since Guy had very much moved away from the console and now that he definitely seemed more willing to listen. "I think that's the point of it in the end. You're leaving it up to fate, environment and the individual, which is more than you were ever offered. Neither of you can decide, or predict, how everyone will react to their own people's history when they learn it and that's what you're giving them. A chance to choose for themselves."

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Sam nodded along with the others after he listened to Rory. "It's hard to let someone else make a decision when you know what the right choice is. But it's important that you let them make it if they're going to have any concept of autonomy. And that's the goal, isn't it? To have them be able to think for themselves, independent of all programming? People will make the right decision in the end."

"That's the thing, the thing you wanted. Choice. That was the goal all along, you don't want an army. You want brothers, sisters. You want a chance to change the world." He swayed a bit but let Conner pull away, relieved, knowing he had managed, knew his son was the better man for this job. Knew that, without a doubt, Conner was the one they should listen to.

"You wanted us to help you. We can't stay. But right now is the best chance you're ever going to have for having this. Leave them here and they'll be changed or killed. Take them with you, and you might have to convince some of them. It's a very real possibility you will. But we decided for you in the end, didn't we?"

He swallowed, tasting blood, one hand coming to his ribs as quietly and subtly as possible. A few were broken, he knew that. Normal human in super-powered combat? It just wasn't going to work out that the normal human came through without a scratch. But he needed to speak. He needed to stay on his feet.

"Those memories you took? I believe in those people."

He believed in his son, and he believed in the Doctor, he believed in Sakura and Nightwing. He believed in Kang, even, though he wouldn't mention that. Because Kang wouldn't be bothered by blowing things up. Himself? Well, maybe not. But he believed in them. He believed that they could help see this world into a better tomorrow.

"Moses, you can do this. It doesn't have to be later--it can be now. You just have to lead them--not force them, really lead them."

He took a few deep breaths, leaning against the console, looking back at Moses.

"You picked the name 'Moses' on purpose, didn't you. Well, it's time to step up and lead your people to the promised land. Take out the programming, wake them up, and hope."

It took a moment, but Moses stepped forward and manned the console, fingers tapping away.

"I'm removing the programming, giving them only the basics."

He shook his head.

"This is crazy."

Could they do it? All at once? Could they do it right all at once?

Whatever the case, they had to try.

Guy took a deep breath and moved to stand next to Moses, "It's crazy, yes, but I have faith in you. All of us in the CLF do. You're our leader for a reason."

Daniel opened his mouth, about to ask whether it was a good idea to have the clones practically born right in the middle of a battlefield, but shut it after a moment. Like he said, you didn't get to usually pick and choose what you wanted to happen from life. That included births. Although it could be argued that they were just doing that right now.

At least he wasn't going to have to delivery babies right in the middle of a war zone. That was a plus.

He just hoped they were doing the right thing by doing it at this time.

There wasn't anything else left to say, really. He tried not to look as nervous as he felt. What this situation needed was quiet resolve, not nerves. But he really couldn't help it.

"It's absolutely mad, you're right." He stepped forward, lending Conner his shoulder. His son barely looked stable on his feet. "But sometimes, when the world goes mental, your only choice is to match it. Believe in yourselves or this will fail before it starts." He took a deep breath, trying to make himself relax.

It was done, it was over. There part of it was done.

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

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