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- allenby beardsley,
- angie spica,
- anwei ayles,
- applejack,
- carson beckett,
- clef,
- diana ladris,
- faiza hussain,
- hiccup,
- hit girl,
- hououji fuu,
- jamie hemeros,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- john watson,
- jono starsmore,
- kang,
- lina inverse,
- maria balthasar,
- morgan knight,
- orc,
- ruffnut thorston,
- sandy marko,
- sherlock holmes,
- shoutarou hidari,
- simon,
- sirius black,
- starfire
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.]
||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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What else could she say? Scary? That wouldn't go over well, and it wasn't quite right either.
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Might as well be upfront.
"I never lied..not about the parents stuff. Mom did die before I was born, but dad...he's the one that trained me in this shit. So you can imagine eventually this life can catch up with you."
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It took some concentration, but she considered Mindy's words well. Hit Girl. The warrior and her diner pal were the same person. Well, how about that?
"And he loved you, because he wanted you to stay alive? Because doing that means all of this?" She tried her best to understand.
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"Things were a little different back then. You know how you walk around the ship and see guys with magic or powers or mutation, who save people? Well no one does that in my world, so crime can operate pretty well under the radar. Dad trained me so I'd be able to do my part in stopping that kind of stuff...and like anything that dangerous, comes with a price."
She shrugged. "And I guess what I do was a good enough reason to save me from my world, since here I am."
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She still carried the lasso, ready to lash out one more time if she absolutely needed to.
"Someone's gotta," Applejack nodded. "It's...not what I'd expect, and it's a little frightening, but if it has to be someone?"
She hesitated, then gave a weak nod. "I'm glad it's you, Mindy."
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So breaking character for her was a big deal, and even more so to Applejack.
"Whoa, wait a minute there AJ. You sure you wanna do this without getting checked out. I got a few scars on me that can tell you that's not such a good idea."
And if you asked Morgan, she still had that problem.
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She sighed. She might as well distract herself from the pain with talking while trying to move. "Isn't it a pain to keep it all under wraps, though? Hiding from us?"
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"You definitely underestimate how long I've done this. It's second nature to me. More importantly, what I am with and without the costume might as well be totally different people. Would you ever think Mindy the cook would go and stab someone and snap his neck?"
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"...I didn't, no," she whispered. "I hoped you wouldn't ever have to do this. Thought I could keep you safe, even."
She laughed bitterly. "Turns out you're the one who can handle it."
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She ducked some nearby laser fire. "And if you wanna know the truth? What you would say, looking over me and all that? Closest I ever had to a real mom."
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"What the hay are you talking about?"
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That was sort of sad, when you thought about it.
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Applejack would've comforted her any way she could, but the injury was wearing her down quickly. She had to pour all her effort into not sagging down and crushing Mindy.
"Of course I care."
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"I know you do. That was why I was watching over you too, just in case. I'm not doubting anyone's strength, but I always keep in mind the enemy I('m facing and what they could do. Not to keen on losing too many people I care about in this war if I can help it."
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But somepony's waiting for her.
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Whoa. She cursed in front of Applejack. Maybe there WAS something to actually getting rid of the identity.
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She was starting to sound like a silly filly. Uh oh.
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She pulled out her staff, closing her eyes.
"Volatio! Levitatio! Scipio Volen!"
And now? They were flying on her staff, right off the ground.
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But at least they were closer to help---as long as no one was shooting at them. Please, please don't shoot at them, she prayed.
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"I got it under control!" She called out to Applejack. "Don't worry!"
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"You too, Applejack. Thanks."