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letsgolegion) wrote in legionmissions2017-08-09 05:25 pm
RESISTANCE IS FUTILE - [modplot/log catchall]
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 inlegionworld.]
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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Rico's voice buzzes harshly and loud through everyone's earpieces. He's striding like he means business, a bulky lawrod strapped to his back and lawgiver in his hand. He doesn't even deign to look at the mutant rat taking point, instead looking straight ahead.
"AI. Have you found any schematics through the security systems? I'm not going to let this be our vanguard based on how good he smells."
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Like hell she needs help with this shit but- hey. In the interest of teamwork? he's throwing it out there.
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"Here you go, York." His cybereye lights up with a map overlay; it's sketchy, but better than they had a moment ago. "This is just me taking my best guess based on some wiring diagrams I found and what I know about how the Brainiacs think. Don't trust it too far."
She considers informing the team of the risk she's about to take, but there's no point. It'll be over before any of them can manage a reply, and she has no idea how much longer Brainiac 5's sabotage will last. He's left her an open window, and Cortana, digital cat burglar extraordinaire, isn't going to turn down an invitation like that. While the organics are busy doing whatever it is organics do--remembering to breathe or whatever--Cortana slips off deeper into the system in search of her opposite number.
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Keeping the red silhouettes of York, Rico and Bunny and the golden glow of Cortana in her sight, Widowmaker set out. Slowly. Cautiously. Smoothly. She was patient and nothing would shake her from her mission.
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There was a kid at stake in all this. Dressing down an arrogant mortal could happen after Brainiac 6 was safe somewhere and not being exploited or emotionally abused by an adult too smart to be wise.
And regardless, he had a scent. Brainiac 5 had left his smell all over the lab back at Legion, and his descendants hadn't taken any measures to mask the trail he left when they carted him through this floating heap of dross. Bunny kept on his track, not seeing the map that Cortana and York were sharing.
"You just let me know if I'm going off your projections," he said, dryly, loping at a briskly confident pace after Brainy's scent. So I can know when you're all going the wrong way, he didn't add, because Cortana and York didn't deserve the sarcasm he'd like to level at Rico. And multiple points of data were better, even if the points of data he'd put stock behind were the biological ones, rather than the technological.
But boy, that unspent sarcasm bubbled just below the surface, waiting for an opportunity to be unleashed.
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"She did say it was more accurate to call her AI rather than droid," he throws out offhandedly, disinterested in the correction. It wasn't really intended as a put down, just an efficient means of address. He jerks his chin to Cortana. "I'm sure she can speak for herself. And put those schematics through to my visor display."
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Bunny.
God that's never not gonna be a little weird but OK. After the bunny to provide backup. Wiring and AI schamatics? Sure, they probably pegged that. Tracking Brainy like a scent hound? That's- well. "Let's tally this as 'shit they didn't think about'."
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Cortana considers York's remark a good segue, but doesn't bother to mention that to anyone, since her reasoning would involve explaining that she's just let a super-AI with a checkered past out into the wild. Computo seems nice, anyway. She's not worried.
"Hold your applause 'til the end of the show, gentlemen." She doesn't bother to explain the comment itself, either, but the cause is clear enough: the teammates who have HUDs (even Widowmaker--she'd got your back, girl) now also have a complete and detailed map of the base, far superior to Cortana's earlier guesswork.
Calling her tone smug would be an understatement along the lines of describing a Brainiac as clever. If self-satisfaction were a tangible thing, they'd all be tripping over where it littered the halls around them. So yeah, no real obstacle exists to realizing she pulled something Cortana-grade brilliant--and Cortana-grade risky--while they were talking.
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Continuing on her way, she frowned and turned her head briefly in the direction of the golden glow her infravision could pick up through the walls. Her and Cortana were going to have to have words about invading her visor once this was all over.
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"Cortana, you sound like you're grinnin' like a shot fox. You gonna share your plan with the rest of us?"
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For the main group, there's a few possible avenues they can launch their attack from and it depends on how they want to go about it. If they want to draw Brainiac 8 away from B6 and Brainiac 5, there's a room next to the main chamber filled with generator towers that they can overload, forcing her to investigate. They can also access maintainance tunnels under the main chamber that have grates that would allow them to pop up from the floors. (Or they can split up and use the generator room AND the grates.) If they decide to attack from above, the ventilation system has a few hatches they can use to drop down from above, but getting through the rotating fans in them might be tricky.
Whatever plan they use, now's the time to make their ambush.
As for Widowmaker, she has a clear route through some engineering conduits that can allow her to keep up with the main group -- that end put her in some areas that have high platforms that give her a view of both the main chamber and the room full of generator towers. She has a choice of platforms to shoot from. Some aren't quite as concealed as the others - engineering catwalks and what not. Others are. There's a space that's a little more well concealed, but it's behind a rotating fan. A shot between the blades wouldn't be impossible, but it would be more difficult. Ultimately the choice is hers.
[ooc: In this round, you guys can set up and execute their actions to start the ambush.]
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With a decision made, she took the moment to make sure check her rifle once more before lowering her visor and proceeding carefully into the next area. A few lateral movements hand her positioned behind a moving fan, allowing her sight lines into the two main areas where she could get a bead on her target. With her visor down, the infrasight made the moments the blades would be blocking her view moot, and it spun at a steady rate. The timing would be tricky, but Widowmaker had made her name taking out targets from seemingly impossible locations.
Widow's Kiss in sniper mode, she set herself and peered through her scope, taking in the room the enemy was currently at. One eye tracked her teammates' progress, one eye on that thing that had to be what Brainy had been turned into, one on the child and the rest on Brainiac 8. As the seconds passed, she started mentally timing the fan blades, so she would know each moment the shot would be clear. She was patient. She was relaxed and focused. Widowmaker had literally been made for these situations by Talon.
Step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly.
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"I'm going under," he announces. He's not thrilled about working with a team he hasn't known for centuries, but he's working with them, and his comfort is less important than rescuing B6. "I can still follow the trail get beneath them without being noticed. Probably get the kids out that way too, if someone gives me a distraction."
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He brings up the plans on his visor display, examining his options. After a second, he turns on his heels and heads towards a vent, prying the cover off. He examines the entry, then his shoulders, and grimaces. Yeah, he's not fitting in that.
"I'll be going overhead, in the ventilation systems," he announces, as he starts unlatching the giant golden eagle on his shoulder. "Get the drop on them. I'll take out Braniac 6 first. Somebody else can deal with the vegetable in the chair." A pause. "Non-lethally," he clarifies pre-emptively, just so he won't have to fight about it. "If there's a way to separate Brainiac 8 from the others, we should take it. We'll have them handled by the time she comes back."
He drops one shoulder pad onto the floor with a dull thud, and then the other. He then looks over his shoulder to talk. Without them, he looks much smaller. Like a young, scowling man instead of a statue of justice.
"Don't mess up."
And with that encouraging sentiment, he hauls himself up into the systems and disappears.
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Rattling through all the ways this one thing can go wrong keeps him from worrying about how well this all could get fucked in half a second but. Okay. Hopping in the vent is a thing, Crawling along (quietly) is a thing.
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She can't find a pure software weakness--hardly unexpected--but sometimes you just have to hit it with a rock. Usually she has the Chief for all her mayhem-causing needs, but hey, she's resourceful, and also now has a detailed schematic from the newly-unsecured network. And a pistol.
Cortana traces the lines that are supplying power to the ventilation fans between the team and their targets and sends her body jogging towards that tower. She's humming as she starts putting high-velocity rounds into important junctions...and suppressing the emergency flags that would alert anyone to the fact this is happening. Eventually there'll be nowhere for the generators to send their power. With any luck, that'll earn her some pretty explosions, but she'll settle for an overload and orderly shutdown. Can't always get what you want and all that.
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"We may have a security breach," says Brainiac 8. "Provided great-grandfather isn't behind it."
The generators wouldn't just randomly start overloading, so it means the base has most likely been infiltrated.
"Keep watch over him. This may be his doing," she says.
At her mental command tentacled security drones start to pour into the room, most of them concentrating on the generator chamber, and Brainiac 8 walks into it to try to find the source of the breach.
Brainiac 6 sits up on the arm of his father's throne, looking around the room, but his shields are still down. Arrogance on his part, and his control over his shield device not yet being instinct.
Brainiac 5 stares ahead, unblinking, but several fingers on his right hand are twitching.
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Monitoring the movement of her teammates while she continued to focus on her true target, Widowmaker continued to time to fan blades. It was almost as if they weren't there for her any longer. Still she waited; the opportunity would eventually make itself known.
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Behind the sarcasm, he was scheming. Any mark Rico put on that child - or Brainy, for that matter - Bunny would owe him tenfold.
The part of him that meditated in fields of flowers on themes of forgiveness, focusing on cultivating his inner light and whatnot, knew that hurting Rico would not heal any damage done to B6. It wouldn't undo the event of the child being hurt.
So, best to get to B6 before Rico made himself that significant a problem. A quick twist at the shoulders and Bunny slipped easily into the paths below, moving silently on his padded feet.
He listened for the sound of the Brainiacs breathing as he approached the grate into their hold. Judging by the sound of the breaths, they were facing away from his grate. He elevated it slowly, making no sound as he retrieved the grate cover and lifted himself, silently, into the room where B6 and Brainy occupied, with their different restraints, the same chair.
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He finally reaches a ventilation hatch, and looks through the open slats. The back of the glorified armchair is clearly visible from here. Rico pauses, running through his options. Normally this would be the time to crash through the hatch, but it's just far enough that he would lose the advantage of surprise. There's not enough space to take out the lawrod on his back either, which is frustrating enough. Then he sees the overgrown rat on the ground silently lift the grate cover, and he knows he has to make his move soon.
"I'm going in." Rico murmurs into his comms. Anyone who might advise him otherwise is summarily ignored.
This is going to take some agility. He quietly unlatches the hatch, and lowers himself down, fingers hanging onto the metal edge. He swings himself forward, calculating the trajectory, and lets go.
He falls down and twists in the air, whipping out a lawgiver from his boot holster as he does.
"Justice department! Freeze!"
His boots hit the throne, landing in a cat's crouch. It would've been better if he could land feet first on him, but he was better off sticking the safer landing. Rico is all too vulnerable in this position, which is why he raises his lawgiver, thumb flicking the velocity setting to '1' just as his other hand reaches out to rip the inhibitor from Brainiac 6's head. That was supposed to be the plan all along, but call the lawgiver an insurance policy.
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"Gonna get noisy, incoming bees-" Because this is the plan and their lives. When in doubt? Insanity. He gives the lid a little twist and chucks it right into the center of the drones (all inorganic which is real useful to keep in mind when he actually drops in to the room).
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Thanks, Computo.
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But intelligence is nothing without creativity, ingenuity, or instinct. Despite their vast intellects, the two Brainiacs never even came close to anticipating what the team suddenly throws at them.
In short, the team figures out the best way to fight a pair of uptight control freaks - with pure bloody-minded chaos.
Security drones self destruct all over the place filling the room with smoke that helps obscure the team from view. AND THE BEES. The bees start flying around, and attracting by the subtle electrical signals Brainiac 8 is putting off, start swarming around her, covering her from head to toe, and start crawling in through tiny gaps in her chassis. Her skin isn't real skin and therefore can't be stung, but the bees crawling into the gaps may as well be the same.
She shrieks in rage, trying to wipe bees away from her mouth and eyes.
"You filthy apes! I'll melt the flesh off your bodies!"
The room starts to fill with vibrating sonic pulse that gradually grows louder and louder as it builds up strength, something they'll be able to hear and feel as it pours through them.
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Then tears start to pour from his eyes like a spigot has suddenly been turned on. He screams a scream of rage and misery, and starts flailing in a towering tantrum on the floor.
"I hate you I hate you I hate you! I'll kill you all! You - you meanies!"
Despite his words, he sounds like any other two-year-old, shrieking at the top of their lungs because mommy and daddy won't let them have a candy bar.
Where he sits in his throne, watching the chaos unfold, Brainy is still silent and unmoving, but he can still be heard making the subtlest little snort of amusement at the absolute blistering insanity that has suddenly filled the room.
Bees. Bees.
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