Liberté, égalité, fraternité (and a hard-boiled egg)

[meat_mooks]

With the Council having laid down the groundwork with the Daligig to gain their trust in the uprising, the crew prepared to put on a show, and the Daligig at their wit's end and impatient with the crew of the Transmigation 9, it was time to act.

The plans were clear. Allenby would be leading some of the crew in what looked like a hotheaded attempt the attack the Daligig and Kessek and oust them off the ship. Those that wanted to stay out of the fighting and take a neutral position of some kind were to make sure they stayed safe or acted their parts as the horrified crew-members that wanted everyone to make peace. And of course, anyone else was going to play a roll in pretending to side with the Council and the Daligig to put their fellow crew members down (without hurting them) making it look like it wasn't a clear-cut issue, so the Council could get the command codes necessary to start the crew's true takeover of the ship.

More observant members of the crew had noticed where the Daligig, Ghyll, and Kessek had been entering and leaving the restricted areas of the ship. The attack was to start at one of those entrances, as the fake rebels tried to storm in and take on the Daligig forces. After that, as the Kessek were drawn into the ship itself to put down the rebellion, it was going to be a free-for-all, a faux civil war of sorts, as flashy and convincing as they could make it without anyone actually dying.

Lights! Cameras! Action, people! It was time to put on a show and hope it was convincing enough for the Daligig to give the crew what they needed to truly be free.

[ooc: Go Go Go!]

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Starting Attack | Near the Crew Quarters

[meat_mooks]

At the hidden entrance the Daligig, Kessek, and Ghyll were using to get into the restricted areas of the ship, they were particularly vulnerable. It was a good place to start the rebellion, especially since it meant they could hide in the various rooms or look like they were going about their business around their rooms and simply pour out into the hallway to storm the entrance at the call for attack.

[ooc: Allenby goes first, but after that, it's a sort of open free-for-all thread to just start the attack.]

Re: Starting Attack | Near the Crew Quarters

[soulinherfists]

This wasn't exactly how Allenby wanted to do things. She desperately wished that this rebellion was real, that they'd charge in and get rid of the Daligig for good and be their own masters. But the images from the very first crew's rebellion hadn't left her mind. Much as she disliked it, this seemed like their best option.

Anyway, it was still going to give them a chance to show the Daligig what kind of slaves they'd picked for themselves. Allenby just wished that Zouichi would've been here to give them hell at her side, but they had a good group anyway. She'd just make sure to kick twice as much ass in his name, and Howard's.

After everyone had 'stolen' the goodies that Lash had left out for them and Allenby was sure they were all ready, she turned on her comm ring. <<Okay guys, let's go!>>

With that, she burst out of the quarters, slammed her hand onto the panel to open the hatch to the restricted area and lobbed the first grenades inside--one frag, one flash. "Grenades and ranged stuff first, then we rush in!" she yelled to the rest of her not-quite-fake rebels.

[quixotically]

Elle is ready. Her reinforced combat armor mark two has been equipped, her Pre-War hat left in her room for safe-keeping, her hunting shotgun is drawn and loaded, and there's extra rounds of ammo where she can easily reach it.

There's some part of her that feels uncertain about aiming to kill those responsible for saving them, for those who should be on their side, but... It's been made clear the situation isn't ideal, and in order to do what's necessary, they're going to need to be in control of the ship. The plan seems sound enough, and, really, she could consider this paying the Daligig back for the suffering they'd needlessly caused.

But now there's no time for thinking like that. The grenades have gone off, and the order has come to attack at range first. "Got it." She moves around to a spot where she can aim around the door. With the kind of accuracy born of necessity, she fires at the first important-looking head that she sees.

[kaya_waterwave]

Kaya is ready. It would have made sense, ultimately, to not be in this skirmish, but so long as this was going to happen, she had to make things look as convincing as possible. That was accompanied with making sure that the guys that were attacking had support around them at all times.

That was where she came in. If it came to close ranged, she'd have to delve into her martial arts skills, but for right now, her waterbending is doing the trick. Sure, she didn't as much water as she liked, but that was a testament to how much she had been taught. With the little she had, and whatever moisture she could bring out of the air, she had ranged fighting down right now.

So right now, she had her water whip waiting for Kessek soldiers aiming to stop them.

The Statuary

[meat_mooks]

Re: The Statuary

[mythoughtsoncloning]

After the fake rebellion spilled into the rest of the ship and people started to fight each other, somewhere out there in the vast multiverse there were fanboys and fangirls that suddenly got an inexplicable thrill over something, a passing moment of indefinable glee. There was a disturbance in the force but it was actually a really cool one.

They all simultaneously came to the same conclusion that somewhere out there something really nerdy was happening.

One of these gallant geeks even went home, went on their computer, went to reddit, and started a debate, tripped by that strange bit of inspiration that had sleeted across the multiverse:

Superman vs. the Master Chief: Who Would Win?

The answer wasn't exactly clear if you went by the comments or the actual fight itself that was taking place in the Statuary, but in the debate over who would win it was quickly becoming clear what wouldn't.

The scenery.

Statues were getting trashed left and right as the two faux-fight, neither of them holding any punches, because neither had to.

"You can't do this, Chief!" Kon shouted, as he threw the Venus de Milo at him, trying to do his best impression of himself at his most desperate. "We have to fall in line, at least long enough to survive the war! We need their help even if we can't stand putting up with them. Too many people have died--Kal died--we can't let all of that have been for nothing, and without them backing us we don't stand a chance!"

[ooc: Bystanders and other fighters can join in this thread, but if they're fighters, just make sure they're either sturdy or quick enough to avoid getting hit. The two won't be holding back.]

Re: The Statuary

[prettycoolguy]

The statue clipped the Chief and his shields flared brightly to take the impact. He ducked behind a tall monument to some unknown, likely long-dead hero from another world.

"They're using us as a means to an end!" he shouted back. "They're not helping us, they're indiscriminately wasting our lives!"

He had to keep moving to keep something substantial between him and Kon, otherwise this would be over quickly. His return fire wasn't very effective but it was loud and impressive looking and that was what mattered here.

Mess Hall

[changelingdude]

On the one hand Beastboy loved a good rebellion, but on the other he was no where near organized enough to do anything really useful on his own.

Which is how he found himself taking a wrong turn into the mess hall when everything started falling apart. Still best to make the most of a bad situation. He had transformed into a T-rex and proceeded to wreck the place, swatting tables with his tail and roaring out a challenge hoping to draw in some good opponents. Slop was already flying everywhere sticking to floors and walls as he stomped about.

Re: Mess Hall

[mynameisax]

Ax broke into a run at the sound of roaring and breaking furniture and burst into the Mess Hall to see exactly what part of the rebellion was making the racket. He almost slipped in the slop on the floor, but managed to maintain his footing.

< What do you think you're doing?! > he demanded in public thought-speak, tail arching high over his back. He couldn't help an internal smile, though. He had some vague memories of fighting the shape-shifting Beastboy down on the City. He'd been feverish and raging then, not fighting to his full potential. He'd lost.

< Stand down immediately, this is no way to behave! > he blustered again so that anyone in range could hear. Then, privately to Beastboy, < Shall we have a proper sparring match this time? >

Re: Mess Hall

[changelingdude]

The T-rex turned sharply to face Ax sending more tables flipping and roared an ear splitting roar, before giving an incredibly toothy T-rex version of a smile. He couldn't talk back in animal form but he hoped Ax would get the message.

Honestly BB was just glad that someone came to stop him. He'd feel guilty otherwise.

Ranger Vs. Ranger: Fight!

[wontforgetyou]

Out in the City, a battle was brewing. The Dimension Rangers, united against all foes, had, to outside eyes, finally split. Perhaps it was to be expected - after all, wasn't their nominal leader an actual Jacobite, ripped from his time and thrust into a situation he couldn't hope to understand?

Said Jacobite and the member of his team who agreed with him had collected a little help - friends and allies who believed in his cause. And now he was facing off against his other friends...which didn't stop him from still trying to sway them to his side, even though he was dodging blows and retaliating in kind.

"Do ye not see what they'll do? They'll use us as pawns and throw us away when they're done with us! We'll be sent off to die! How can ye live with knowing that??"

[morphitudinous]

"Just what do you think we can accomplish on our own?" Billy questioned, trading blows. As per the plan, he was thrown into a wall---that would sting tomorrow, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it looked.

"We're highly unlikely to survive if we break off here!" Normally, it would be difficult for Billy to lie through his teeth. This lie was enhanced with just a tinge of his own fear as he came back, swinging with his lance to toss his opponents aside.

It's a well-laid plan, but these tend to have the most disastrous endings. Please don't let it happen this time.

[half_a_soul]

Least then we'd be on our own feet, not dragged 'bout by a buncha yahoos who consider us experiments at best.

Jono knew the plan. That was why he was here. Anybody else, he'd have to pull his punches too much to be believable. And while the Rangers still wouldn't be able to handle his full power, he could use his powers somewhat.

They don' give a crap 'bout us. We need t' show 'em that we ain't jus' gonna roll over fer 'em!

The City

[ruffntumblenut]

High atop the tower a single figure stood proud and tall looking out over the city. Her city. Though this wasn't her tower. Just one of the others that were still barely standing.

This spread out ruins of countless fallen civilizations had become her home. Stacy had saved her so that she could save Stacy.

Zetta had trained her.

Mindy had taught her.

And others had fallen so that she could grow from defeating them.

Ruffnut Thorston was ready for chaos, ready for destruction and as such that meant her city would have to suffer just a little longer.

Gripping a flagpole on which she had hung a crudely made flag she threw out her hand and sent out a bolt of lightning indiscriminately at the city below. It was flashy and it was bright. And more importantly the target was where Stacy could see it and therefore, people would be alerted to the fire it had started.

She cackled and threw out another bolt to the right of the first building, then another. What she lacked in accuracy she made up for in power and distance. Where fires didn't start chunks of building exploded raining down more destruction on the already wounded city's streets.

In a moment of wicked glee she threw up her hands into the air and let lightning burst from her fingertips twirling and dancing into the sky. A challenge to any who thought they could take her.

All part of the plan.

Re: The City

[hit_girl_mindy]

There was beauty in the kind of destruction that Ruffnut laid out, and Hit Girl had to take a moment to admire that. She looked to be a woman possessed, a viking that brought forth destruction with barely any effort. It was, in her estimation, exactly the kind of raw ability that Overlord Zetta saw in her: there was no doubt, looking at her, what she would become.

And in comparison? Hit Girl calculated, waited for the perfect opportunity, and in that way she knew that Ruffnut had a leg up in causing wanton destruction. It didn't mean she couldn't, but hers was the type that stayed like colors within the line, at least in the past since coming here. She could do what Ruff did, but chose not to, if only because she wanted to make sure she won.

This was no different, but there was a course of excitement in her as things escalated. It was inevitable that war would come, that lies would be spread, that this fake rebellion was going to happen. And fine, fate was fate.

It didn't mean that Hit Girl wasn't going to enjoy the shit out of this.

The barrier jacket was set up, and Hit Girl watched her girlfriend a moment longer before she did say something.

"Septum elementis aqua! Coèuntes, sagittent inimicum meam. Sagitta Magica, Series/Convergentia aqua!"

Seven ice missles your way, Ruffnut.

Re: The City

[ruffntumblenut]

It took Ruffnut a minute to recognize the spell. It sounded familiar...but then again most of them sounded familiar to Ruffnut when Mindy was casting them.

What she heard though...was the sound of ice coming into existence before taking off. It had a distinct sound that she remembered from training sessions. Spinning around at the last minute she smashed through the first strike with her buckler and blasted three more with her lightning.

...the last one caught her in the forehead though and her head snapped back from impact almost sending her toppling off the building and giving her an angry red mark on her forehead. "The hell was that for!?" She roared even though she knew exactly what.

Allenby and Maria (timed before the Crew Quarters attack)

[soulinherfists]

Today was the big day, inasmuch as any day could be today aboard a ship that didn't properly run Earth time. She already had a plan, but Allenby was always open to different possibilities and--well anyway, she wasn't going to see Nobel Gundam for a while, and she was as sentimental about her mobile fighter as anyone else with a Gundam gets after a while.

So she hopped up to the cockpit and suited up. She knew she couldn't get Nobel Gundam up to the infiltration point, but maybe she could soften up some other targets. "Okay, Nobel Gundam," she said, stretching her arms out to crack her knuckles. "What do you say we go ruin some Daligig's day?"

The speakers were on, easy to hear for anyone nearby.

[17thangel]

[A lone little girl stands near the feet of the Nobel Gundam and looks up putting on her goggles.]

"I really can't let you do that. If you take the robots out of here and start rampaging a lot of people and their homes could be hurt. I'm afraid you'll have to get past me if you want to do that."

[soulinherfists]

Oh, Maria? Allenby grinned. Okay, here was round one in fooling the Daligig. She put a hand on her hip, leaning over a bit.

It'd be interesting to see what the kid could do with that Seibzen of hers, too.

"You're awful confident. If you wanna try and stop me, kiddo, just go right ahead."

Computing

[anwei]

Anwei sat in Computing, looking conspicuously busy. She had no intention of joining in the physical brawling; not her thing at all. Not when she might lose. But eventually the Daligig were going to be asking exactly who had fiddled with Stacy's settings to let them be attacked. Her intent was to deny, deny, deny – and then tell them she and Punchy had done it. After all they could always call in a telepath, so no reason to hold out for too long.

Hopefully he wouldn't be upset, or feel she was misusing his name. Of course once you were in the afterlife it was entirely possible that such things didn't bother you at all.

For now she monitored the systems, watching if any anti-crew routines might come online where she could see, and hoped she could divert them.

[sawedoffgenius]

At least she had some company in the form of Artoo. Though he chattered excitedly about the battle raging outside - the monitor nearest to him providing a running translation - not once did he express the desire to actually go join it.

[anwei]

She smiled at the droid. "It seems a rather inefficient way to resolve the question of ship maintenance, doesn't it? If the Daligig had dispatched a repair team as soon as they reestablished contact with Stacy, or if they shared what they were doing to fix her now, the crew would have been much less frustrated."

A few words at one of several recent funerals would have been worth their weight in platinum, if the Daligig had deigned to attend them.

One of her screens flickered with new data, and she eyed it carefully. Along with actual hostile code, she was watching for repair processes that might be abandoned mid-keystroke during the conflict, and that might then go wild.

Medical

[bequiet_hescreamed]

Medical was busy - though perhaps not as much so as it could have been, all things considered. There seemed to be a remarkably low incidence of life-threatening injuries, which provided the perfect opportunity for Clef to practice his healing in relative peace. If anyone asked, he merely stated that he was not qualified to comment on whether or not there was an unusually low incidence of injury in this battle. In fact, he seldom spoke at all except where the healing process necessitated it.

Re: Medical

[kaya_waterwave]

Kaya had to break off from the others: not so much because she wanted to, because she didn't, but because she knew it was going to come down to this. People were going to be hurt and injured, and between losing Howard and podpops, she knew they couldn't afford to be without a healer right now. So for now she would have to concentrate on healing: in time, she was sure, she'd be brigged, and when that happened, she would deal with it then.

For now, she gave Clef a nod and was concentrating on the task at hand.

[bequiet_hescreamed]

"I thought you were going to fight," Clef said conversationally - but quietly enough not to be heard by others - while they worked side by side.