Vive la Résistance!

[cityship]

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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[atadiscoverer]

Carson unholsters his own weapon. "I'm fine here. It can only stun, and I'd imagine it'd take a few blasts to knock down a Kessek if they're as resiliant as the Wraith are."

He shifts slightly and glances down to the other holster that holds his pistol. "I'd rather not kill anyone unless necessary."

He's a doctor, not a stormtrooper.

[nerves_of_steel]

"We've people protecting the Hub, yes?" John asked, also pleased by the amount of combat-medical types on the ship. "We might want to put the robots on the passage from the Hub, to make sure that people can get here when they need to."

He gestured the girl to move behind them -- for all he knew, she could fire lasers out of her hands, but she was a little girl and he felt that this sort of thing would be best left to the adults. She could help out when the injured began to arrive.

[couldputitback]

Faiza was doing her best not to fidget. That was, after all, very unprofessional. But she wanted to do something. Getting called out to help people would be a good way to handle it, but that meant people being hurt and she didn't want that, either.

She smiled at Sandy as the girl slipped past. "We have a few injuries in the back," she let the girl know. Just in case.

[snarkingscribe]

Veronica's helmet inclines at John's suggestion, then she points down the hall. "You heard him, Paladins, get going," she commands, and the trio roll off that way with a chorus of "Yes, Head Scribe!"

Okay, maybe she took more than a little liberty with the programming on the Securitrons, but she couldn't argue with the results.

She tugs the displacer glove on her right hand on a little tighter, and made a fist with that hand a couple of times. "I'll do what I can to keep knocking them back."

[justoutrunyou]

Sandy weaved her way through the grown ups stopping at Morgan, "Maybe something just in case..." She hadn't carried a weapon before but desperate times...

As for the injured she would check on them next. She wasn't a full doctor yet but she had come here to help so whatever that meant that's what she'd be occupying herself with.

[atadiscoverer]

"If you need any help with the injured, give us a wee shout, we'll be in to help."

Any excuse to break from the fighting and do his actual job. This isn't what he's good at...

[morganknight]

If she was going into Medbay proper, he wasn't going to give her a firearm. There was only one person on the ship whose skill he knew well enough to trust with that collateral damage potential, and that was himself. Instead, he reached into his coat, dug around a moment, then produced a straight sword, weighted towards the hilt. Easier to control, better for defense and thrusting. Morgan flipped it lightly in his hand, offering the hilt.

"We'll try to keep it from being needed."

[justoutrunyou]

Her eyes boggled a little at the sword having never held a real one before but she took it with solid stead fingers and nodded slipping it between the straps on her backpack and making her way back to the injured. "Thanks."

[fate_favored]

Their orders were to kill. No survivors. That included any of the injured and that was precisely why a horde of Kessek approached the Medbay.

They moved fast. Seeing that their opponents had both guns and swords they split into two groups. The first kept their distance, raised their plasma rifles and crouched, more for better aim than to limit how much of their body was exposed. Their armor was durable. The second group leaped forward, drawing swords of their own. These swords crackled with energy. The two groups attacked as one, guns firing and swords swinging.

[nerves_of_steel]

"Take cover!" John shouted, and followed his own advice. Morgan had picked a good place to make his stand, or perhaps Stacy had shifted to manufacture a good place for it. John braced himself and took aim at one of the approaching sword-Kessek, shooting for the quickest, cleanest kill.

[morganknight]

Pfft. Cover.

Morgan blurred into action. Quite literally; his own personal timeframe had accelerated sharply compared to the prevailing consensual one, here in orbit where time did everyone the favor of existing properly. He was one black blur of coat surrounded by great sweeps of dull gold, which bolts of plasma struck and ricocheted off Jedi-style.

And yet that was only a diversion, really -- effective, of course, but he was going out of his way to identify himself as the greatest threat and highest-priority target for the melee attackers. Protecting everyone else took precedence, the more so because most of them seemed ill-equipped to deal with a swordfight.

[atadiscoverer]

Yep. Ducking into cover now. He's not the type to go rushing out. The doctor has good aim, popping out every now and then to take pot shots at the Kessek with his Wraith Stunner.

He stays out long enough to squeeze off two shots to the nearest one, enough to bring it to it's knees, at least. And being hit with that thing? Painful. Very painful.

[snarkingscribe]

"Looks like the party's starting," Veronica comments once the Kessek show up - and along with Morgan, she heads into the fray. She's nowhere near as fancy as he is, but for someone wearing power armor, she's fair nimble.

Going for the one that Carson shot at, Veronica swings a heavy over-handed punch at him. Should it connect, the displacer glove will go off, and generate a shockwave to knock the ugly thing back.