cityship: (Meanwhile...)
cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-07-23 01:02 am

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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makeherblue: (victory of the daleks viii)

Skip me until you need Eleven back?

[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-07-31 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
The Doctor wheeled around and took two giant, lanky steps toward the guard, leaning right into whatever sense of personal space he might have. Assuming he had any. Humans seemed to be fond of it, but that was back in his universe, so it was entirely possible things were different here.

"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/

[identity profile] carrieswar.livejournal.com 2011-07-31 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
And boy was it a good thing the Doctor spoke up when he did, because that comment was about to cause Jr. to lose his shit and blow up their spot. Pet? Seriously? He sucked in a long, silent breath to calm himself in that moment, and when the Doctor turned back to him he was okay to continue.

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."