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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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Truth be told, Zetta didn't have much of a sweet tooth. Oh, he liked decadent desserts as much as any sane man, but rampant gorging on junk food wasn't his style.
And yet... the Overlord hadn't really protested.
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"Pop Rocks!" Yes, score! And these didn't have alien language over them. Mostly. She shoot a small packet of them and then stuffed a lot of it into her mouth.
She grinned at the Overlord as a bunch of tiny little fireworks came out of her mouth and the sound of popping and crackling.
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When she tried to explain, more fireworks and cracking came out.
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Sides, there were minions watching.She looked at Zetta.
The remaining half packet.
Zetta.
She wondered how hard it would be to throw it right into his book mouth, but that would require good timing and...what the hell she just held on to the packet and threw out all of the remaining pieces inside at him.
Odds were one of them would find their mark.
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Good shot, Lash! The book is now launching explosions instead of words!
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"Tee hee hee! This is pretty funny!" She then looked at some of the minions.
"Well...come on! Start packing, there's large plastic bags to carry the stuff everywhere."
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Nevertheless, his minions obeyed either a mental command from the Overlord or Lash herself, because they jumped into action.
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Wouldn't it be smarter just to have chocolate in that instant eh whatever.
This was a pretty huge candy store, but slowly it was getting drain of its resources. Taking out the lollipop, she spoke to Zetta after what seemed like a good enough time for the poprock's effects to have subsided. "Did you have another store in mind?"
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"Even an Overlord has limits, and this is pretty much mine," he said. "I think we've gotten about all we can get. Not a bad haul, huh?"
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"Well we have food, clothing, building materials, underwear, pharmacy stuff and shoes. I'm pretty sure half the ship is going to be eating out of our hands if we plan this carefully, tee hee!"
Why was it that those two had ended up doing this?
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"We should set up a shop! Uh, except there's no currency..." Huh, what WERE they gonna do with all this?
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Lash then realized that she didn't want that much. The tool shop already carried anything she'd want to get. Maybe she could get an extra coat or something made, but for the most part she had it pretty good.
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Yeah, honestly... he wasn't too bad off himself, either. What did he want? His body and his Netherworld back, which no one on the ship could give him. Other than that, he had his disciples, his minions, his girl, and -- wait, why the hell did people come first on the list of things he had?!
Just don't mind the puzzled look Zetta has adopted, Lash.
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She looked at him, the puzzled expression reflecting back to the wunderkind. Admittedly, she thought he was just looking at her for the whole lingerie comment. And no way was she admitting that friends and her guy came first either.
"Maybe we can just get stuff for that."
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Those sorts of pesky details that leave the book and the Wunderkind staring blankly at each other for a while...
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She shrugged.
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"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Zetta said, writing the entire thing off in one sentence.
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"Yeah good idea," she said with a nod. "Sides, I'll have to figure out why I stole so much stuff to Leon and come up with a good excuse." She twirled one of her fingers. "Well, I guess we could go back to the battle or something now."
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No seriously how did her hair fit in there.
"I'm ready!"