trans_9 | Conspiracy

There was sitting and waiting and spy gathering. Some people were obviously really good at that, and Kaya did not fault them for it. There was a time and a place for this sort of thing, and given the circumstances, it was likely where Kaya would have done if needed.

There were also times that Kaya could definitely NOT sit and wait, and this was one of those times. She recalled having feeling similar to this when that Yeerk had been given the OK, and how she had worried about the potential harm of the crew. Looking back, there had been so little she knew about, and that had wound up blowing up in her face later.

Now though? With lies and mistrust and a person being tortured that was the very person that had stopped her that day? Kaya was done with playing nice. She wanted to see what rebellion had to offer again.

Billy took his seat next to her, smiling faintly. They'd talked about this before: there was a need to do something, and he wasn't going to let them go unassisted. He had a department to coordinate if anything was going to happen.

Well that definitely helped her out a bit. She smiled, sending a warm blue glow his way, and turned back to the other members of the crowd. It looked like more than she thought.

Zouichi showed up quietly as always, a holographic sphere in one hand; it contained the project he'd been working on ever since the amusement park planet. The weather was pleasant, though probably irrelevant at this point.

He shifted his newest purchase in its scabbard, still not quite used to the added bulk at his waist.

Tarrant was clad in robes of muted blue fabric, layered in true Revivalist fashion. A thin band held his hair back from his face, and his customary sword and pistol were at his side. As he waited for the others to arrive, he thumbed the elaborate embroidery on his sword's scabbard in an almost absent fashion.

Atom looked a little conflicted as he showed up on the park grounds. He didn't like fighting or any form of armed conflict. But he knew the Daligig weren't who they said they were. He wanted to know the truth behind this war.

Anyway, it couldn't hurt to show up and see what was going on.

As much as she was conflicted, Alendian couldn't let those feelings get in the way of a greater problem. If the Farseer wanted help then she would show. It was that simple.

This time, however, she wasn't sneaking on site so her cloak wasn't set to camouflage. Instead, it displayed the blue and gold colors of her own Craftworld as she approached. She wasn't prone to talking just yet, though.

Jaime was there. Of course. He had information that might be helpful, and besides that, he knew that it would need to be done. Waiting wasn't an option any longer, they had to take control of their own fate and do or die. And he was ready to get out from under the thumb of the Daligig just like everyone else. Or so he hoped. Dressed in his normal clothes, he leaned against a near-by tree, hands in pockets.

Paco was, naturally, tagging along after his best friend for this. He'd only found out about the plans for rebellion after he'd finally gotten out of GLaDOS' clutches, but if Jaime was throwing in his lot with these guys, Paco couldn't do anything less.

He stood next to Jaime, absently drumming his fingers against his mechanical arm.

Erhart is there, cased in his black plate, the huge sword he normally carries reversed, hands resting upon the crosspiece. He seems intent to hear her out, though his red eye-slits glow with the internal luminators, humming and clicking as they shift focus.

Oh, he hates her, and will do so forever, but he hates the Daligig more. He wants to at least hear her out.

Celena had drifted toward the meeting, in her elven form. Standing off to the side of the meeting against a nearby tree where she could observe the meeting itself and any suspicious activity that may be directed toward the meeting from outside.

She had interest in what they had to say and she had little doubt there would be others that would as well. Thus she intended to commit every moment of the meeting to memory and record it to her knowledge crystal.

The more Jamie had heard of what was going on with the Daligig, the less he liked it. The urge to do something was stirring inside him, and although there was worry - for Victoria, for his friends - he knew that things couldn't stay as they were. If there was something to be done about their situation, it had to be soon.

It seemed he wasn't the only one that felt like this, and by the time he made it over there was already a small group gathered. He slipped into the back of the crowd, folding his arms over his chest and waiting for things to get started.

Zouichi gave Jamie a little wave. "Hi. Didn't expect to see you here."

Not that Jamie was detached or uncaring or anything. It was just a little hard to imagine someone fixing up a house and then being part of a rebellion. But that, he supposed, was what war did to people. "Is Victoria around?"

Jamie gave a small nod of greeting in return, but then his mouth pressed into a thin line - not at Zouichi, but at those reasons why he was here in the first place. "Aye, well, I don't care much for being a pawn in whatever game it is the Daligig are playing, and I've no wish to live my life waiting to see if they'll remove my memories or put me back in the pods too."

Not to mention it isn't exactly the first time he's gone from a quiet home life to fighting for a cause, but he can always mention that part of things later. He shook his head. "No. We're supposed to meet later to see what we can find for the house. She...doesn't know I'm here. Not yet."

Zouichi nodded in turn. "I know what you mean. Sooner or later, I think they're going to decide we're just as expendable as the last crew, and I don't really want to be waiting around for when that happens."

"I see. So she's not part of this? Is that... all right?" After all, they could die in this attempt. And while he didn't know the precise relationship between the two of them, he imagined Victoria would be upset to learn that something had happened to Jamie.

He wanted to say no, she wasn't. That she'd have no part of it, and she'd stay away from the whole thing and be safe. But...how safe would she be? The Daligig could decide that she wasn't about to help their cause any and repod her just as easily. He's lost her once before. The thought of losing her again, even if only to the pods, was unpalatable. More importantly, he knew that it would have to be her choice what she wanted to do. She deserved to have the chance to fight or not fight, and she needed to know why he was going to do so as well. But to do that, he needed to know what's going on first.

"I don't know if she saw the message for this on the Omnicoms or not, to tell ye the truth. It...we'll need to talk about it, what to do, once I've an idea what's going on."

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He sighed. "Well, I guess if she shows up here, you'll have your answer. Honestly, I do hope people show up, even if they don't end up helping out. I'm not quite sure what we can do that the last crew couldn't. But if I can help it, I want to make sure any people who wake up after us don't have to go through this all over again."

They still had more questions than answers about this war, even now. But he was going to get to the bottom of this, dammit.

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Elisa arrived early. She wanted to participate in the meeting but, more than that, she wanted to find out who else was participating. She wanted to find out exactly what they wanted to achieve and how they intended to achieve it. What sort of risks were they willing to take?

Although she was in favour of rebellion for the most part, she was patient and she was practical. If it looked as if people were going to act recklessly or too quickly, she'd be there to caution them. Someone had to be the voice of reason.

The Doctor strolled into the park as if he was on his way to a picnic rather than a conspiracy. He glanced around at the other people assembling on the grass, giving both the familiar and unfamiliar faces a bright smile and a nod of greeting. They were in this together, more or less, and he wanted to know what everyone else was planning before he put his own plan into action.

And it was only a matter of time before he came up with a plan.

Once Ildraniath was sure no one else was going to trickle in, she cleared her throat and stepped forward. She didn't motion for their attention - she simply waited until they'd given it to her. And then she began to speak.

"All of you are here today, because you realize that our current state of affairs is intolerable. That we cannot continue to place our trust in a people that have already proven they cannot be trusted. Our leaders have not communicated with us nor have they put forward any plan of action. This is unfortunate - and I would like to take this moment to say that I am not opposed to our current government and leadership so much as I am their inaction and refusal to effectively communicate with us. If they wish to begin communicating and planning, I welcome their aid and knowledge with open arms."

Ildraniath paused and let her gaze sweep over the small group.

"We all have our own... unique talents. We are all here because we were 'chosen'. So. Let us show the daligig why. But before we can take a step in that direction, we need a plan. We need information. we need an advantage. Leverage. I would like to begin pooling our information and begin organizing teams - people to examine neuropathy, the command deck, the city, the daligig themselves, anything which might give us an edge or provide us with key pieces of information. We need to know how they operate, when they are vulnerable and how we might be able to wrest control of the ship away from the daligig. Permanently. I would like to let you share your thoughts, ideas and any information you might have before we continue."

Zouichi uncrossed his arms, took a step forward. "I'm not part of Neuropathy, but I may be able to help examine it -- my partner specializes in hacking, and she grew up dealing with organic computer systems. Even if we can't get into Neuropathy, we might be able to dig up some additional information about the Daligig's whereabouts or the previous crew from the ship's systems."

He held out the small holographic sphere he'd been palming since he arrived. "And I've been mapping all known unrestricted areas of the ship as part of my regular patrols. I think I may now have a good a map as we'll ever have of that area of the ship. It includes escape routes, cutoff points, that kind of thing. Could be useful if we could get the Daligig out into the open."

"I can also do a little surveillance, if required -- it's not usually my area of expertise, but I do know how to stay hidden, and I've got a series of monitoring probes I can put into use. If we could sneak them into the restricted areas where the Daligig are, they might prove useful."

Tarrant also came forward. "I specialize in information," he said. "I've found that the flow of information, in one way or the other, often dictates the winner of a conflict just the same as raw power. Perhaps more."

"Explaining my abilities may take some time, so in brief: I can make people overlook information, or convince them that false information is the truth. The location of a strike force, for instance, or the true intent of an assassin.

"Given access to an individual, I can compel them to reveal the truth, regardless of their wishes. However, the process is generally... unpleasant for the subject involved." He smiled, as if at some private joke. "I can read the approach and intent of an enemy from the flow of power aboard the ship. Among other things."

Kaya listened quietly, then stepped up. She had lots of questions, but for the moment, she would wait until they could discuss them all at length. Right now it looked as if they were starting to talk about what they were able to help each other with, and that was important.

"I bounce around the med bay, since I'm not a licensed nurse, but I am a healer," she said. "I am also a waterbender, so any situation with just the smallest bit of water can be used by me, and even if there isn't any, I carry water of my own in a pouch. Besides that, I'm quick, agile and fast, able to use a sword and a gun up to a point."

Allenby nodded at Ildraniath's words. It wasn't the plain idea of working with Command that bothered her. As she'd said on channel posts, she didn't mind, but if Command was just going to ignore them and pursue their own ideas without even hinting at it to the crew... well, what kind of leaders were they? And even if they were keeping everyone totally in the loop, it might not even matter. From what Billy said, a good chunk of the officers and department heads were getting shoved back in the pods.

Allenby couldn't help but give Tarrant a suspicious look. She was a lot less inclined to give him the benefit of the doubt than that Raz kid. It sounded like it would give them a real edge, but she hoped like hell he'd never decide to use it on anyone in the crew.

"I'm a real good fighter," she said, raising a hand--for once, it wasn't boastful or even cocky, just a simple statement of fact. "I got a Gundam, but I'm just as effective on foot if my enemies are too. And I'm a decent mechanic too; I'm in the Engineerin' department and I can build stuff like beam weapons." She held up her beam ribbon as proof of that. She remembered her thoughts from a moment before. "Even if Command did wanna work with us, we can't count on them even being around to lead us. The Daligig shoved half of them back into the pods, and the captain was one of 'em. So we really don't got a choice except to get started ourselves."

Kerrigan rolled her eyes at the latest round of sharing.

"If we all list our own accomplishments and skills we'll take all day. It'll be easier to collect a list or discuss this later. First we need to devise several plans of action. My idea is that when we are ready to act we should take over Stacy and assault the Daligig on board the ship at once. The chaos should make it easier to overpower them. Obviously, we need more information and for that we need recon. For now we should focus our energy there and then elaborate and change our plans from there." Although she started off annoyed, Kerrigan quickly settled into the business at hand. She spoke coolly, clearly, and from experience.

"Um, I've been talking to some of the people on Agrestic," said Atom. "And they said that a lot of people don't like the Daligig. For a lot of reasons: because they try and use people on suicide missions or because they try and use their technology as leverage to force people to comply. Also, that before the Daligig said so, no one really thought the Ohm were a problem."

Even if he didn't like fighting, it was becoming ever more clear to him that the Daligig were using everyone for their own purposes. And those purposes might not include everyone on the ship staying alive.

That was new and disturbing information. And unfortunately, it was not the only little bit of information that was not geared in their favor.

"I talked to one of the locals. She couldn't say a lot since we were in public, but she did give me a note. Says we have a lot more to look out for than just the Ohm. There was one other thing too: Yavek is not to be trusted."

"I've heard a few things as well," Billy added. "Most importantly, that Atom's right. There are large swaths of the GIA that want the Daligig overthrown. If we break from them, we'll be able to forge alliances with other groups."

...Nobody thought the Ohm were a problem?

Wait a second... Allenby raised her fists slightly. "How is it that the other GIA guys didn't see anything wrong with the Ohm?" she said. Her thoughts moved quickly as she talked. "That story they fed us about our worlds bein' gone. Is that even true, or are the recordings of that just a bunch of fake memories to make us cooperate?"

Allenby knew that road led to a slippery slope--you started with what if this was fake and ended up at what if my entire life was written up by Stacy, but it was too strong a possibility in her mind to leave it unsaid.

Zouichi shook his head. "I don't honestly know. We've seen them attacking some planets with our own eyes; I don't think that can be in doubt. And I haven't heard a thing about the Daligig abducting people from their worlds -- just strong-arming them into fighting for their side. But either way, I don't think we're ever going to get the truth out of the Daligig. Not unless their hands are forced."

He frowned, crossing his arms in thought. "As always, we need more information. I'll volunteer to join Neuropathy and investigate things from there. Maybe if I can get access to higher-level systems, I'll be able to uncover records like the one Sakura showed us. Or find some clues about what's really going on."

Jamie had been staying quiet, listening to what the others had to say, the only real motion from him an occasional tapping of one finger against his mouth as he turned over the information in his head. At this, though, he stepped forward, pointing that finger in Zouichi's direction.

"What about those probes ye mentioned? Could other people use them if you're not around? If one of us were able to put them in one of those restricted areas while ye were working elsewhere, it seems to me we might be able to get some of that information faster."

Zouichi nodded. "Of course. It doesn't matter who places them, as long as Fuyu can remotely connect to them. And they have excellent range, so that part shouldn't be a problem. The main thing is how we get them there."

"I'm taking it for granted that we all have skills and our own... areas of expertise. And several excellent points have been raised - we cannot trust our own memories. We cannot trust the daligig in the least. And we cannot trust the ship. But we still need information before we act. I would like to begin compiling such information. I plan to investigate the Tapestry more fully, for one - and anything that can be gleaned from anything would be useful. Write it down. Put it somewhere. Make copies. But spread information. Ido not anticipate needing to act violently in the very immediate future, but I think such will be inevitable..."

"I have something. It's not much, but. . ." Jaime shrugs helplessly.

"I'm Jaime Reyes. Not man of you know me, mostly because I keep to myself on board. But I recently managed to get in touch with the Ohm. Like, directly contact. I'm not going to say how, but communicating with them was. . .difficult. They don't really understand the same way we do. They communicate through emotions. They don't understand, at least in our way, that they're fighting a war. Or even who the Daligig are. But when I asked why they destroy I got hit by this wave of sorrow and anger. It's all I know so far, but maybe it'll help."

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"I can confirm those feelings." Kerrigan said. "Councilor Dhianeila and I contacted the Ohm on Lirath. They refused to answer why they were destroying our worlds or fighting us. All they said was that they would take 'you take and want more?' and 'no more.'"

Ok, that was definitely a bomb she hadn't been expecting. Yes, she'd heard Dhainelia mention that the Ohm were saying something about sorrow and anger. Granted, she also knew Dhianelia was a pacifist, something even Kaya couldn;t bring herself to say she completely agreed with when it came to the Ohm, but now with another confirmed person, things were murkier.

"Is it possible, then, that this whole war we're fighting was manufactured by something else? Why?"

Tarrant spoke quietly, but when he did, his words were infused with the invisible power of the fae, reinforcing his every turn of phrase, impressing meaning and purpose. "As some of you may know," he said, "I was recently elected to a position on the ship's Council. I have not yet met with my new colleagues, and thus cannot speak for them, only for myself. However, I believe our current position under the Daligig's control is untenable. Sooner or later, this conflict will come to a head, whether we take the initiative or continue to do nothing. It is inevitable as long as they hide information from us, as long as they hold power over us, and as long as we work at cross-purposes."

"As a councilmember, I have no military power -- but what I can offer is my skills and strengths as an individual. And I absolutely believe it is necessary to do so. Our would-be masters put down our predecessors without remorse; there is no reason to believe they won't do the same to us. Together, I believe we can forge a plan to cut ourselves loose from their influence."

He smiled, a touch of gallows humor in his expression. "And obviously, I'm willing to stake my life on that belief."

Kaya was also one for clearing her throat. Unlike the last rebellion, where she'd joined impromptu, here they were actually talking about doing something the Council would likely oppose. Since the time she had been brigged, she had been working steadily to rebuild her reputation in fighting with the crew and helping to heal them in times of crisis. It was possible this would ruin all she'd done to be a trusted member among the crew.

She was at least glad a council member was HERE, but he was also new. How much would that matter to the other members?

"I wish we could consult the other members, but with the shake up recently with our captains and some heads of our departments gone, ship morale is at a low. If anything, this is the perfect opportunity to gather information about the Daligig and muster some support and allies against them. We need go take advantage of this window now. The question is, what exactly do we do?"

"For now," said Tarrant, "Perhaps we can obtain some useful information on Agrestic. Weapons, supplies, and tools, as well. That's what I intend to do. And in the meantime..."

"We have some sort of oracular device aboard the ship, don't we? That Tapestry. I don't know how useful it's been so far, but it could bear some additional examining. Surely an object that's supposed to help us claim our destinies may have a thing or two to reveal about how to best go about it." Not that Tarrant was predisposed to believe some kind of alien wall hanging could reveal the future to them. But he'd seen some strange things on the ship and besides, it was another avenue to pursue.

Billy stood again, digging out several slips of paper and passing them around.

"This comes from a restaurant owner I've met here, and it might give us a future if we do this. We have a radio frequency from another GIA planet that's likely to ally with us, and I was told we'd be able to get information from their signal. We should work on tapping in."

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