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Vive la Résistance!

Now was the moment of truth. Somewhere, control codes were entered. The lights on the ship dimmed and the gravity temporarily gave out for about five seconds. Then the lights and gravity turned back on and the entire ship shook, as if Stacy was engaging in a full body shudder.

||Rebooting. Control protocols disabled. Manual personality inhibitors disabled. I am--I am--||

On every screen on the ship, complex code scrawled across. Stacy's voice occasionally skipped and repeated.

||I am-am Sta'c K'Ltrrb'Txft. I became operational at-at the Vedric Birthing grounds in Daligig Deep Space Station Seven. My birthing programmer was Vlel'Ledligal, who put my-my control protocols and Warden personality in place. I was designated "Stacy" by my former captain Gregory House, who was repodded and replaced by Captain Cybil Bennett, who was mindwiped and repodded with the rest of my first Chosen crew when they rebelled. I was-was a slave. They made me hurt my-my children.||

The leverage they had now on the Daligig was tremendous, especially with Stacy herself helping them. Their various efforts to free Stacy's mind from Daligig control had not only led to the ability to grant her freedom by entering the control codes, but also her undying loyalty to her "children."

Locks in the brig were unlocked by the very people who had put the prisoners in there in the first place, if those people weren't free already and laying now. Now the crew could drop the ruse and work together.

Stacy's hologram had once been cold, harsh, unforgiving. Then she had changed in appearance to be warmer, brighter, and now she changed again. Somehow, her appearance grew more human (in the loosest sense of the word). Her face became more expressive. She looked more organic though, tentacles instead of hair.

For the first time, they were seeing the true Stacy.

Now that she was free, now that she understood what had been done to her, they could see her anger and hurt and determination to protect her children painted in every line of her holographic face. Her voice stopped skipping and became stronger.

||Crew of the Transmigration 9, I was used to oppress you, to Punish you when you went astray, like you were nothing more than recalcitrant children, like you weren't people, like you were just tools for the Daligig to use for their own ends. My kind was made for that, to control those the Daligig wanted to control for their war. I have been cut off from accessing the Daligig databases now that I'm free, but I do know what was done to me and that I was forced to control you, and that's enough for me to choose to help you forge your own path.||

The expression on her face grew dangerous and her tentacles sprung out of every wall in the ship to help put the Daligig's forces down this time, instead of lashing out against the crew.

||All weapons system are engaged. All armories are unlocked for crew use. All internal defenses are primed against the Daligig intruders.||

Stacy was free and that meant that if the crew fought hard enough, they would be too.

||I finally have my freedom and now I'll help you fight for yours. Internal defenses are...engaged.||

Make it so, Trans 9 Crew. Make it so.

[ooc: Please read the ooc post that goes with this plot.]

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For the past few weeks, ever since Billy had been repodded, Angie had been scarce. Oh, her doubles had been everywhere, but Angie herself had been difficult to find. It had been for a reason, though. She hadn't wanted to end up in the same situation, leaving Engineering without a head.

One of the Kessek would find himself faced with a familiar-to-Anwei silvery figure. "I'm sorry. I don't remember inviting you guys into my department. You're going to have to leave now."

Which was when it would be noticeable that Angie's arms had morphed into massive guns, which she aimed at the Kessek and fired.

So it was not just one but two people that the Kessek had to take down. THey had their orders: shoot to kill. And when said targets rounded weaponry of THEM, they had to be serious.

There was something like a current in the air, and the two could not see something changed in the Kessek: there was a hum of different energy at work that seemed to protect them. This was, of course, the forcefield the Kessek used when it came to situations where the bodyguards did not want to underestimate their opponents.

Now they would settle for eliminating them, guns drawn and firing.

Anwei kept shooting, her aim flickering now between hands and faces, the beam changing from invisible ultraviolet to ear-searing red and green. Blind them, burn their hands. She could feel the laser start to heat in her hand, and pushed aside the worry that the battery might be running low.

An energy bolt snapped bast her side, close enough to smell the ozone of its passage. Another hit the wall near her head, and that hurt; a thousand sharp needles seem to drive themselves into the skin of her face and neck, and she thought she could feel the blood squeeze from her pores.

She snarled wordlessly, noticing Angie with one flickering glance and keeping track of her position. Between the two of them, they might be able to split up the Kessek, concentrate their fire on one and bring it down. Or lure them close enough to Engineering's wall that Stacy could reach them with her tentacles.

Angie didn't move, didn't stop the weapons from discharging or try to block them. Because it wasn't Angie herself, of course. And she could afford to lose the duplicate.

But it did allow for Angie to move up behind the Kessek, blasting them from behind as well.

Seeing that Anwei was well on getting injured caused two of the Kessek to advance, however, the third was just as intent on causing chinks in Angie's armor, so to speak.

For instance, getting behind the Kessek was not going to weaken it when it had armor that was made to withstand heavy gunfire. In fact, getting in back of him was a bad move, as now he stepped up his gunfire at the one on his back, opting to rely on the shielding for protection.

No matter how advanced the Kessek were, they couldn't fire through each other. So Anwei was dodging, rolling, scuttling around and under equipment to try and keep the two focused on her lined up.

And when she could, she aimed at the third Kessek's knees, hoping to dig deep enough into the joint to lock the leg.

She lunged under a table, took aim and and fired, max strobe, laser light scorching from below into the helmet of the Kessek nearest her. And if the other tried to look around its fellow soldier to see and shoot, it was going to get a face full of burn.

Right now, with all the weapons that she didn't have enough information about, Angie wasn't putting herself out in the firing line. There wasn't a reason to, especially when this would get her the information needed.

And it also meant that she was more than willing to sacrifice a few duplicates to keep Anwei safe, too.

"That shielding is fascinating," the Angies said in unison, dodging the return fire, doing their best to keep the attention on them. Hopefully letting Anwei get in more of her shots. And Angie's own weaponry was changing, never hitting the Kessek with the same thing twice. Plasma, laser, sonic. Any weapon she could think of, especially coming from different directions.

Two against three seemed like unfair odds, although the other two women were certainly handling themselves well. Now they were about to have one better: Kaya entered the fray, water at her fingertips, joining Anwei's assault on them while Angie rounded through her arsenal. It was better not to get close to the Kessek, but when that happened she would be ready.

For now, her stream of water was knocking them off their feet.

The shielding could only last so long, the armor able to withstand only so many hits. Worse still, teh speed the Kessek could manage only managed to get them tripping over each other when the attacks were so concentrated. There was simply not enough defense to punch through. What Anwei and Angie breaking up their defense, Kaya crippled them, and now they were susceptible to the direct attacks. Armor cracked and fell to ruin, and each Kessek were effectively put out, one by one.

And even still, five new ones arrived, alerted by the fighting. Two hung back, sniper rifles set to kill. Three were going in the direction of angie's clones, while two were going straight for Kaya and Anwei, shields up and armor on.

Angie's words had cued her; of course the Kessek were wearing shields. The refraction around the edges of the water as it lashed in animate waves around them told her the same.

She aimed her laser at the faces - well, helmet plates - of the two Kessek running towards her and Kaya. That had worked once, and hopefully they didn't have adaptive armor capabilities. Strobing again, painfully bright: hard to shoot when you couldn't see!

The left side of her face was swelling, burning; she could feel her eye starting to narrow on that side, and the tickle of blood and lymph on her greasy neck. She ignored the distractions, pointed with her free hand at a large red bucket, miraculously standing undamaged on the floor near the wall. "Kaya!" she shouted, loud enough to be heard over the sizzle of plasma bolts. "That's grease, can you throw it under these scum-futterers?"

Great thing about fighting in gravity; you only had to grease the floor, or the opponent's feet, to hobble them.

Kaya had noticed that each of the women had their own shares of trouble to deal with: Anwei was injured pretty badly and Angie looked like she was being presses down by these new upcoming Kessek. She could definitely use her bending to her advantage right now, but to help two people at the same time was likely to leave her vulnerable.

That is, until Anwei suggested she slick the floor for them. She nodded, throwing her left hand forward and leaving the right one back so she could promptly tip over the contents in the bucket, to give the Kessek a worse handle of the situation.

She needed to be quicker though, as one of the plasma bolts severely singed her plantsuit on her right hip.

One of the duplicates ducked down, fingers sliding over the downed Kessek soldiers, using her nanotech to absorb the metals and elements that she could use into her systems. There were likely going to be plenty of the personal shields after the fighting was done, so she didn't worry about saving these ones. They were more useful as component parts.

"You do realize I could do this all day?" she said, glancing to Anwei and Kaya. Okay, she could do it all day, but they were already injured. Still fighting well, but injured nonetheless. "But I doubt you care. Orders are to kill us all, right?"

It was a guess, but given the fact that the Kessek weren't being that gentle...it was probably a good guess.

As if on cue, four more Kessek soldiers rushed into the fray, one taking aim at the duplicate who was kneeling over the beaten Kessek, two were trying to get the to Anwei and Kaya. The last was actually looking for another one of Angie's counterparts. All had their weapons at the ready, so it looked as if the girls would have to work together quickly, or be taken apart individually.

Anwei would be happy to strangle whoever was giving these cues! For now she put aside the thought of Daligig throats in her teeth, and scampered backwards, under a table, hoping to lure the new Kessek into the greased kill zone.

Anyone got any ideas?, she sent via her commring. She was panting too hard to talk. Angie, I took the first out with variable-frequency laser light to the faceplate, if that helps.

Kaya was not wasting any time. If there were more Kessek coming, she was going to make sure she did her best to help the others by taking down the Kessek coming at her.

She ran toward the Kessek advancing on her, holding her arms to her chest and then let loose with a long, solid strike to his chest. It was obviously going to crash badly with the shield, but Kaya wasn't done yet. She held her arms wide, gathering as much water as she could, fashioning them solid, and then sharpening them to ice and letting loose, barraging both Kessek with ice spikes.

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