RESISTANCE IS FUTILE - [modplot/log catchall]

[letsgolegion]

Who| Everyone who signed up
What| "Resistance is Futile" plot catchall
Where| All over the place, but mostly Colu
When| After the network briefings and deployment.
Warnings/Notes| cw: zombies, body transformation (probably). If your subthread has something triggery pop up, put it in a subject of the one of the comments.



The entire planet Colu is a sprawling urban mess, one of the worst environments to fight zombies. Yes, the cities are clean and impressive and yes they're meticulously planned, but they're planned for elegance, efficiency, and ease of transportation -- not defense. While Colu had suffered under the yoke of various oppressors in the past, that was over a millenia ago, and they've grown complacent, thinking their world untouchable due to their technological superiority.

Now they're paying for it. Robo-zombies swarm through the various mega-cities, spreading their disease by touching or wounding their prey. Due to the many walkways, hover-lift tubes, maintenance tunnels, and sewer systems, there seems to be no way of stopping them.

When the Legion first arrives, it seems hopeless. The Coluan Home Defense Forces aren't used to combat and are struggling to set up defensive zones. But then something unexpected happens.

Pods drop in all over Colu from orbit. The CHDF regard them with suspicion and disdain, but they have their orders, and the civilians regard them with fear, despite word starting to spread about who's come to help.

Kid Q's voice comes over the comms and while it's hard to hear it through the crackling, she sounds absolutely delighted.

"Look alive, folks, we just got a miracle. It took some negotiating with the CHDF, but they finally relented on accepting some help from others beyond us."

The pods all burst open and Robotican combat mechs start rolling and marching out, spreading out over all of Colu.

"The Roboticans haven't been able to translate it to a cure because the virus was meant to interact with them differently than organics, but due to their disaster preparedness, they were able to develop a block to the Brainiacs' virus and only suffered a few casualties. Robotican leadership says they're eager to have their chance to make reparations to organics by defending them from this threat -- and that they're honored to stand with the Legion."

It's not a magic fix. It'll still be a deadly struggle. But at least they've got more than the inexperienced CHDF at their backs.

"Let's make the most of it, Legionnaires."

[ooc: This will be used as a plot catchall, but you can make your own log posts in Legion Missions set in the plot if you like. All major plot parts on Colu will be set up here, with "The Reject Pile" part set in the Legion World comm (with an accompanying network post). That said, if you'd like to set individual plot threads on Legion World, you can also start your own Legion World posts in legionworld.]

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FREELANCER RIDES AGAIN (Wash, North, York, Connie, Locus, Tucker)

[unrecovered]

There's a quiet thrill running up Wash's spine. He recognizes it easily - it's an impending mission. It's that bit of nervous energy left over after everything else in him is primed and ready. It's been a good long while since it's been this pronounced, but, well, they're about to walk into hell and the chances of survival are not good. It's a Project Freelancer type of mission, except it actually is meant to help and the people in charge actually do give a fuck.

The more things change, huh.

Briefing had been thorough but quick, with whatever blueprints and models they could find of their intended target: a cutting-edge Coluan medical research facility. It had been overrun, but most of the population had been in the streets or buildings close by at the time, so while the area was a goddamn mess, there had been lower technoform presence inside the building itself. "North, Locus, you're in charge of watching our exit points and each other. Keep in contact - we'll update you when we're on our way out. Connie, you're on data extract - get whatever you can as fast as you can and send it straight to Cortana. Tucker, you and I are holding the line - nothing gets in while Connie is working. York, you and Delta are with Connie, but be ready to help Tucker and I if we need you."

It's a simple strategy, but simple doesn't mean easy, and no plan ever survives first contact with the enemy. Still, it's what they have, and as long as things don't go to hell completely, they should be capable of accomplishing it. All that's left is to move out.

[goddamngrenades]

Bust in, extract data, kill zombies. Straightforward and familiar enough to have him and Delta just a little bit twitchy- but with the safety net of them having for the most part worked through their issues. Shit has been talked over and handled and they've collectively worked with and around each other since, right? Right.

Falling in like with Wash's plan with nothing more than a cheery 'sure thing, boss' had been easy and habitual. Carolina's not here- but Wash has the experience with the damned and absurd enough to step and fill those boots easily. He does, just as habitually, bump Wash with his shoulder as he walks on by to get ready for transport, checking over his gear for the umpteenth time. The Rookie is still always gonna be a little bit the rookie for him, now and forever. "You good?"

Less the drawling toll he'd give Wash before and more the checking in with the boss that he'd do for Carolina. The more things change, etc, etc.

[lovernotafighter]

Tucker, for all his boasting and BSing ,wasn't a Freelancer, and nothing was quite the reminder like being on a mission with a freaking million of them. While having Wash be in charge was familiar, there was a bit of levity that was foreign and different; he was used to a stupid improvised plan that made no sense, and yet still somehow executed it and won against all odds, only to come home a little more heroic than when he left.

This? This was way too straightforward for him. This was easy; kill zombies, be done. Simple. He thought back to randomly yelling zombie survival plans at the Reds while arguing whose would win. Did Freelancers have zombie survival plans? Was their entire life a zombie survival plan?

Tucker tossed the deactivated sword hilt back and forth between his hands, knowing that this wasn't the weapon he should exactly be using in this scenario; he needed range and the sword was a risk for getting too close. Last resort, but still looking like a badass in the interim. Ugh, he was even strategizing now. What was wrong with him?

"Zombies might be the least stupid fight he's been in charge of," Tucker chimed in, trying to lighten it up a little, even if it was a daunting task. Look at what they were up against. "I mean, we're all still alive so he can't be half-bad."

And that was a peptalk of...some kind. Really. Tucker meant for it to encourage, he swore it. Look, Wash, Tucker believed in you completely; he just couldn't come out and say it.

for Locus

[nofortunateson]

Can do, he'd heard himself drawl in response to Wash's briefing, though by that point he'd already been already stacking and arranging the players just-so in his mind's eye, names and assignments and power sets, building a mental map of operations for if and when it all goes to hell. Since then he's letting his eyes drift in and out of thermals, memorizing what all of them look like on that end of the spectrum, as if most of that won't get thrown out the window at the point of engagement. But it's what he has, that and the shields and the skills that he came here with, so he's going to make the most of it.

"Looks like we get to play street sweeper," he quips to Locus as they all go through their last-minute double checks, waiting for their gate clearance to all charge on out. "Any preferences on how we do this?"

[agnominal]

"Covering opposing ends of the building would be ideal. Covering both entrance points and each other."

It's the most logical way, so far as he can tell. Keep one another in sight, or at least within shooting distance, should the hoard find their way up to where they are. They won't be able to do much about whatever happens inside, unless the group finds their way to a window, but they'll be able to thin the herd outside and keep their extraction point clear.

"Do you have a way of covering point of origin? I doubt they're that clever, but if someone with any intelligence enters the field..."

[nofortunateson]

"Not as much. Putting up a shield while either of us relocates is about the best I've got. Or bubbling up whoever wants to give us trouble. Once we're on the ground I can have Theta start watching movement patterns and figuring out just how smart the infected probably are." It's shaving things about fifteen minutes closer than he usually likes, in terms of planning, but something is better than nothing. "You're a lot better on the stealth front, right?"

[agnominal]

"I can keep myself hidden. Which means you should reserve that shield for yourself. If I see it deployed, I can redirect fire to assist as needed."

Nothing to do then but to set up and start thinning the herd. Or slowing them down. Even headshots only appeared to drop them for a short time, and neither of them had regenerating bullet supplies, last he checked.