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legionmissions2017-08-09 05:25 pm
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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"Twenty? Thirty?"
He flicks his wrist to the side to check the ammo count on his lawgiver, as if he didn't know exactly how many it was already. Then he makes a little noise in the back of his throat, like he's pleasantly surprised by the number. "Thirty four. And the earliest ones I dealt with should be starting to get up right about..."
Rico glances at the imaginary chronometer on his wrist.
"...Now."
He pauses a moment to let that sink in.
"So I guess we'd better hurry up, huh?" he asks brightly, a little too cheerfully for the thought.
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"I suppose we'd better." He muttered scathingly under his breath. Turning back to the cabinet and going through the rest of the dishes on the upper half leads to nothing, but opening the bottom half reveals a small safe. There was nothing indicating what might be inside, and while he could just pass his hand through the front of it, he preferred not to go blindly grouping around and grabbing at what might be dangerous chemicals, equipment, or experiments. The keypad on it didn't look too hard to crack, but it seemed it would also need a key.
"Is there any chance you were trained in lock picking?" He calls over his shoulder, already working on typing in various passcodes.
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He sticks one end of a metal tool in the corner of his mouth as he starts clinking away, hands measured and steady, a counterpoint to the speedy data entry happening besides him. "Give me fifty seconds for something like this." His claim might come across as a boast, but it's entirely factual. The higher end of his average time at the Academy.
A flash of movement reflects in his visor, and Rico tilts his head without breaking eye contact with the lock. "I think you'd better nail that combination soon too, juve. I hear footsteps. Approaching fast." He's hardly going to be the one to drop his tools, so whatever happens, Thad's just earned the honor of dealing with it.
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The hairs stood up on the back of his neck at the sound of footsteps storming toward them, but at the Judge's remark, he just makes a none comital noise.
"Twenty seconds." Like Rico, it wasn't a brag. It would have been faster if he didn't have to account for the keypads response time. And true to his word, there's the slight click of one of the locks unlatching, and a beep from the safe to signify imputting the right code. Thanks to a little luck, it was with a second or two to spare, but it's still not before the small cluster of zombies managed to clamber their way toward their room.
One went running blindly past, but a few smarter ones (though apparently not smart enough to remember doors) caught on to their presence and started banging on or clawing at the windows.
Without a word, the speedster's up and leaving Rico to finish with the safe. Phasing through the wall into the hall to deal with their new problem.
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But true to his word, at thirty seven seconds, his tool hitches on the last latch, and Rico smirks to himself in success. With a quiet click, the door swings open to reveal a rather sizable metal canister sitting inside. He glances at the label to confirm they've got the right one and hefts it out of there.
"Inertia!" he shouts as he tucks it under his arm, rising up to his feet. Providing he's still alive, he just graduated from juve to his actual codename. "You still alive out there? The prototype's been secured! Let's go!"