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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[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.

[sawedoffgenius]

Artoo whistled his agreement and swiveled his dome in approximation of a headshake.

THESE MUST BE SOME COMPLEX REPAIRS THEY'RE DOING IF THEY CAN'T JUST SEND THEIR MECHANICS IN WITH ORDERS.

The ethics of the Daligig having a slave species were certainly dubious, but regardless the Ghyyl seemed to act like good little droids who had their regularly-scheduled memory wipes to prevent them developing personalities. If that was the case, they shouldn't really need their masters looking over their shoulders all the time because there was no way they could conceive of doing anything other than what they were supposed to. Therefore, the Daligig had to be here for some other reason.

Artoo didn't bother to carry this line of thinking further than that. It wasn't necessary, and he was using most of his CPU time to monitor transfers of data between areas of the ship for any weird bits of code that could signal any kind of programming error.

[anwei]

She read Artoo's reply and smirked widely. "It makes you wonder if maybe they don't trust their mechanics with knowing all the fine details about repairing their own ship. Do they think we're going to abduct and interrogate one of them?"

Because that sounded like a very interesting idea.

While she watched her screens and talked with Artoo, one eye kept darting towards Neuropathy. If a Daligig showed up, should she try and stop them? She couldn't outfight a Kessek, and she was NOT going to fire a laser anywhere near Stacy's brain.

[sawedoffgenius]

THEY'D HAVE NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT, UNLESS THEIR SLAVE SPECIES ISN'T AS CONGENITALLY SERVILE AS THEY WANT US TO THINK.

Artoo was counting on the fighting outside keeping both the Kessek and Daligig busy, but he noticed Anwei's slight unease.

YOU THINK SOMEONE'S GOING TO COME IN HERE?

If they were, he wanted to be ready. There might not be much he could do, but he wasn't going to go quietly. Unless, you know that was the plan. In which case, he wanted to know in advance.

[anwei]

"Every species is made up of individuals; it's easy to see them as a stamped series of the same components, but the slightest difference can make an entirely different personality. And here, if one slave can get on Stacy's good side, they can wield unbelievable power." She cocked one eyebrow. "And the longer and harder their slavery has been, the harder they will strike back at their masters."

All well and good, if the crew of Stacy wasn't likely to be caught in the crossfire.

"If someone comes here," a click of her teeth, "well, let me just say it's entirely possible they will be looking for me, not you. I'd prefer to fight with words rather than actions, but..." She took out her flashlight-laser and carefully set it for a visible light-beam only, and maximum face-pattern avoidance. This should let her pretend to fire at people if she had to without risking blinding them. And without damaging the ship.

[sawedoffgenius]

Artoo didn't really say anything in response, but intoned his acknowledgement with a concerned-sounding hum and glanced around the area briefly. He had half a mind to fight back if someone did show up to arrest Anwei, but even he knew how ineffective that would be. Besides, if he said anything about it now, she might tell him not to do that. And then he'd have to not do that.

[anwei]

Anwei appreciated the hum.

"Feel free to join in on the performance if you'd like - defend yourself as loudly and brightly as possible." She didn't know if Artoo had built-in weapons, but he looked like he had a projector lens in his 'face' so perhaps he had a light-weapon. "Just try not to harm any members of the crew too badly."