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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.]
Sure thing
"I know his work," That must be what he meant, but his wording was bizarre, as if he really believed that they could get off world and go meet him. Or that this was a good time to even talk literature. "But what just happened-"
Daniel nearly smacked his chin into the ground when the Doctor shoved them both down. Something went shooting over head, impacting into a building. It was like a strike missile hitting-
As if he knew what one of those looked like in person. Why did he even think it just now? The Doctor grabbed at them both and scuttled for new cover like a crab. Daniel scrambled after him, feeling a lot like he was being dragged around by a leash.
Re: Sure thing
They'd crawled and snuck and lurked over to a temporary safe spot; the overhang had taken a few stray hits and he doubted it would be for much good than a bit of a breather but that was all they needed, wasn't it? Just a bit of a breather. Or that was what Daniel was needing, because he was a human and humans at least liked to be easy with simple needs every now and then. Taste in hats aside. His clone, on the other hand. The Doctor turned toward his clone and found him curling up into a ball, those memories compressing inward in a way that was painfully familiar -- they were hardly the oldest Time Lord in existence ever, but there was a definite downside to being centuries old enough to beat every failing you ever had to death. He didn't even have to imagine what it felt like to the clone next to him, old and yet far too new at the same time.
He peered at his clone.
"Oh dear," he said, in one of those rather massive understatements.
The Doctor's face blanched as he felt his clone projecting what it felt like to have to use the Moment against his own people.
Right now it was mostly this almost animal hurt, not the specific details, but it was enough. This bleeding sadness, fresh and raw and going right to the core. It'd been so long ago the Doctor himself hadn't forgotten - he could never forget Gallifrey's final days -- but somehow it had...hurt slightly less over time. Hurts usually did. The decision was already made. But for the clone with no proper perception of just how long they lived, it was new. Practically the present. Exchanging looks with Daniel, who he was pleased to see was keeping his head down (smart man), the Doctor scooted over to his clone and reached out to touch him.
"Oh dear" was right. The Doctor touched his clone's temples, letting their foreheads brush as he tried to get the Other Doctor sorted.
At this point, the only thing keeping the two of them safe was Daniel Jackson with his "borrowed" gun.
Re: Sure thing
Nothing prepared him for the sudden rush of feelings, memories, sights or sounds that followed. It was so sudden and so strong that it was like getting sucker punched. Daniel clutched the gun, fingers whitening, and huddled under the temporary shelter, barely aware of the other Doctor doing the same.
The sorrow was so intense it physically hurt in his chest. Nothing he'd ever gone through could even compare, not even losing Sha're. A planet and millions, billions of lives snuffed out in an instant under him, and in the fraction of a second, he had the presence of mind to know he'd done what had to be done. The right thing. Doing the right thing also left him alone, the very perfect definition of the word in this entire universe.
Then the aftershock hit the TARDIS and it threw him back against the console. The TARDIS ripped and tore around him, space-time distorting with the blow he'd dealt it. He knew, kind of, what to expect when he'd used The Moment, and the merciful thing was that there was a good chance, an eighty percent chance or a ninety percent one if you were feeling optimistic, that he wouldn't survive too long to feel what alone really was. Dying hurt. It always did. Worse was Daniel felt himself dying. This was different than the other times, because somehow he could feel every single cell dying, right after he watched his own planet go under his own hand.
The last thing he remembered was the TARDIS taking on a queer golden color, and then a snapping sensation, of something, space? closing around him. The gold turned to an aqua color. Life was coming back to him, a rush of yellow energy and then the images and feelings abruptly ended.
Daniel gasped and jerked up. He managed to pull himself upright,and looked over, to find the Doctor with the other Doctor. They had their foreheads pressed together, and for all he knew, they were dead to the world. That left only one archaeologist to protect them all. Shakily, Daniel loosened his deathgrip on the gun, and carefully peered around their temporary shelter, looking for anyone coming at them. He looked down, to find his fingers starting to tighten around the weapon again, knuckles whitening.
What the hell was all this?