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!]

Comments

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.]

The Statuary

[meat_mooks]

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.

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??"

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.

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.

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.

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.