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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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She patted her shirt down, batted Rory II’s hand away (gently, because she was rather fond of her fellow clone) and then fussed with her gorgeous, amazingly ginger hair. Trying it on for size, apparently. Also possibly showing off for Rory II, because she felt a keen need to impress him with her – well, newness!. Did she even count as a clone anymore? She liked to think she didn’t. All she knew was she liked hugging and she thought Rory II could stand to have loads more hugs in the future too, once they weren’t getting shot and given she finally turned ginger, she didn’t fancy dying again and losing all that hard work. The Clone Doctor reached down to grab the other clone’s hand in hers as she turned to the Doctor.
“Names!” She instinctively flinched as an explosion sounded off close by, showering their little area with grit. Ash powered her hair as she gave it a shake. “But probably not the time, no? No. Funny things, names.”
“Very funny,” the Doctor agreed. “Getting blown up? Not quite as funny. Come on, Rorys. And Doctor!”
He herded them further away from the little patch of blood where his clone had died and gone ginger, the Other Doctor leading a winding path toward the teleporters. Now that his clone turned ginger, she seemed much more willing to help and he couldn’t blame her at all. If he woke up ginger, he’d write it down as one of Those Better Days. Remind him to explain all this to Rory when they weren’t in danger of getting a bomb or one of those powered clones falling on top of their heads. All in all, he thought Rory handled a regeneration literally on top of him extremely well.
The Doctor found himself feeling rather proud of Rory for being so magnificent.
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But he mostly kept his thoughts to himself. "We should try to stay out of sight, our side or any side is a bad idea to encounter right now, our side might shoot first and ask questions after, and the Government definitely will."
The Clone looked a bit startled and confused by the gesture, holding hands was another new one for him. But he didn't pull away, looking suitably impressed by the Doctor's primping. "Names?" He glanced between her and the other Doctor, deciding he preferred his to the long legged one with the funny hair. But he wasn't Rory, he knew that much. He might look and sound and talk like Rory, but he wasn't Rory. Rory had memories, feelings, family.
Things he had never had.
Rory had Amy Pond picking on him and inspiring him to be better, and he had only the Doctor, with her hand tight in his, and a battle field full of death.