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thelegion2016-09-07 02:13 am
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Tinker, Tailor, Hero, Spy [Modplot/Network IC Post] [Part 2] [Set after the ambush ends]
[Things are not good -- and that's the understatement of the century. Just about everyone got walloped and the native Legionnaires were at the epicenter of that collective wumping, targeted first by the Fatal Five in the hopes that with them out of the way the rookies would be easy to pick off.]
[Thankfully, the Fatal Five were wrong. The rookies took their lumps but they held their ground.]
Matter-Eater Lad here.
[His glasses only partly hide the massive shiner he's got, and he's wearing a neck brace. Hooray. Fortunately, those are much less bulky in the glorious robot future.]
Alright, ladies and gents and variations thereupon, I think it goes without saying that what just happened was the pits. Right now, half of us more experienced Legionnaires are in Medbay and Kid Q is still trapped in a time loop, even if we've managed to relocate her to Legion World. Brainiac thinks he can fix it but he's still a mess because his personality inhibitors got blown and he has to fix those first before he can even hope to think straight again.
Everyone's respective boo boos aren't the only thing we have to worry about though. The Fatal Five knowing all our weaknesses, and some of what they said, suggested there's a mole on Legion World passing them private medical scans and tactical data. Since the Science Police had jurisdiction, they've already arrested a suspect.
[He tilts his omnicom and they can see that the Science Police are in the background, arguing viciously with Timber Wolf, Officer Erin, and Umbra, and trying to drag away a handcuffed Rocket, who's wasting no time in arguing with them, too.]
["Hey! Hey, watch the sui--what do you mean, hand over my gun? That's my gun! I mean, I got more, but it's my gun! I told you, I ain't a spy! Or a mole, or whatever stupid word you wanna use! I didn't do it!" A pause. "Do I look like a sp--yes, I know spies don't look like spies, that's whole point, but you know what I mean!"]
[Back on Tenzil's face again.]
It's totally bogus. The only evidence against Rocket they have is all digital sign-ins and video, which is so easy to doctor in this time period that a Terellian spongebeast could do it. No physical evidence or witnesses. No prints or DNA at the console he was supposedly accessing the data from. But they're not listening to us.
[Rocket has not stopped arguing in the background. "You're all assholes. Complete friggin' assholes. Have I told you that? 'Cause I feel like I should. Shouldn't you be out policing science, instead of arresting people who didn't do anything?"]
[Tenzil lowers his voice.] Which means we're gonna have to take a few things into our own hands.
[The last thing they hear from Rocket as he's dragged off is: "--and somebody remember to go water the plants while I'm dealing with this shit! I come back and they're all dead, somebody's gonna get their ass shot, then bit by a flytrap!"]
[Tenzil goes into the Legion Leader's office for more privacy.]
The chances of any of you rookies wanting to take down the entire Legion, when it means Chronoblivion would make the multiverse go kaput, are slim. We think Rocket's innocent -- and if he's not, there needs be evidence that's a whole lot more reliable before charges are brought.
Kid Q's out of the loop -- stuck in the loop as it were -- so as Deputy Leader, I'm taking charge. While the rest of us are licking our wounds, I'm organizing a team from the Legionnaires that are still standing to investigate. It'll be a private affair. No reason the Science Police need to worry their pretty little heads over any possible investigations that might be running side-by-side with their own, right?
Some good news, by the by: other than 4 Science Police officers that went down in the first blast, we had no other fatal casualties. All the delegates survived, all but the 4 Scicops made it, there were no fatalities in the crowd, and even with taking our lumps we didn't lose any teammates. The Fatal Five had everything they needed to turn the attack into a massacre that could've destroyed two governments, and taken out the entire team. You did good.
Oh, and since we have some new people with absolutely impeccable timing, welcome to the Legion. Don't mind our dust. Or the multitudinous catastrophic injuries. If you have any general questions that aren't just "Why is absolutely everyone injured?" feel free to ask.
[Thankfully, the Fatal Five were wrong. The rookies took their lumps but they held their ground.]
Matter-Eater Lad here.
[His glasses only partly hide the massive shiner he's got, and he's wearing a neck brace. Hooray. Fortunately, those are much less bulky in the glorious robot future.]
Alright, ladies and gents and variations thereupon, I think it goes without saying that what just happened was the pits. Right now, half of us more experienced Legionnaires are in Medbay and Kid Q is still trapped in a time loop, even if we've managed to relocate her to Legion World. Brainiac thinks he can fix it but he's still a mess because his personality inhibitors got blown and he has to fix those first before he can even hope to think straight again.
Everyone's respective boo boos aren't the only thing we have to worry about though. The Fatal Five knowing all our weaknesses, and some of what they said, suggested there's a mole on Legion World passing them private medical scans and tactical data. Since the Science Police had jurisdiction, they've already arrested a suspect.
[He tilts his omnicom and they can see that the Science Police are in the background, arguing viciously with Timber Wolf, Officer Erin, and Umbra, and trying to drag away a handcuffed Rocket, who's wasting no time in arguing with them, too.]
["Hey! Hey, watch the sui--what do you mean, hand over my gun? That's my gun! I mean, I got more, but it's my gun! I told you, I ain't a spy! Or a mole, or whatever stupid word you wanna use! I didn't do it!" A pause. "Do I look like a sp--yes, I know spies don't look like spies, that's whole point, but you know what I mean!"]
[Back on Tenzil's face again.]
It's totally bogus. The only evidence against Rocket they have is all digital sign-ins and video, which is so easy to doctor in this time period that a Terellian spongebeast could do it. No physical evidence or witnesses. No prints or DNA at the console he was supposedly accessing the data from. But they're not listening to us.
[Rocket has not stopped arguing in the background. "You're all assholes. Complete friggin' assholes. Have I told you that? 'Cause I feel like I should. Shouldn't you be out policing science, instead of arresting people who didn't do anything?"]
[Tenzil lowers his voice.] Which means we're gonna have to take a few things into our own hands.
[The last thing they hear from Rocket as he's dragged off is: "--and somebody remember to go water the plants while I'm dealing with this shit! I come back and they're all dead, somebody's gonna get their ass shot, then bit by a flytrap!"]
[Tenzil goes into the Legion Leader's office for more privacy.]
The chances of any of you rookies wanting to take down the entire Legion, when it means Chronoblivion would make the multiverse go kaput, are slim. We think Rocket's innocent -- and if he's not, there needs be evidence that's a whole lot more reliable before charges are brought.
Kid Q's out of the loop -- stuck in the loop as it were -- so as Deputy Leader, I'm taking charge. While the rest of us are licking our wounds, I'm organizing a team from the Legionnaires that are still standing to investigate. It'll be a private affair. No reason the Science Police need to worry their pretty little heads over any possible investigations that might be running side-by-side with their own, right?
Some good news, by the by: other than 4 Science Police officers that went down in the first blast, we had no other fatal casualties. All the delegates survived, all but the 4 Scicops made it, there were no fatalities in the crowd, and even with taking our lumps we didn't lose any teammates. The Fatal Five had everything they needed to turn the attack into a massacre that could've destroyed two governments, and taken out the entire team. You did good.
Oh, and since we have some new people with absolutely impeccable timing, welcome to the Legion. Don't mind our dust. Or the multitudinous catastrophic injuries. If you have any general questions that aren't just "Why is absolutely everyone injured?" feel free to ask.
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[ Because apparently that's a thing. ]
I don't hate video games, they're just not that interesting to me. My hacker likes them, and I prefer that he play them rather than go out into the woods and get kidnapped by militia men. Do you know how hard it is to steal a train?
[ The question is more rhetorical than non sequitur. She says it the same way someone complaining about a messy eater asks about how difficult it is to get pasta sauce out of white shirts. ]
Not just internet. And it's not really a squad, it's a crew. My crew. We provide leverage for honest people who have been screwed over by bad people who use their money and power to get away with things they shouldn't.
no subject
[ The former makes him worry for her world; the latter has him concerned about every other day but Wednesday. ]
I don't. I know how hard it is to steal a jet, though, and I'm actually going to go with "harder" on the trains. Aircraft aren't confined to a set course.
... so you're like Robin Hood and her Merry Men of the Internet Forest. It's not a bad plan, as long as your leverage isn't, like, ... people.
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[ She leans forward, looking intrigued. ]
You stole a jet too? What kind?
[ "Too". Because of course it's "too". ]
It's not just internet. My hacker takes care of most of the internet side of things. We don't really leverage people, it's more like we find someone who's doing bad things and destroy their power base and get them arrested. We're the good guys, we just don't do it legally.
no subject
[ He grins, and it's clear that he's kicking his feet up. ]
Oh, the Avengers Quinjet. So basically a cutting edge tech, the military doesn't have this, borderline illegal it's so new, nigh undetectable super-fighter jet that we 100% should not have touched. You?
[ Robbie is going to take a few minutes to digest "we're the good guys, we just don't do it legally." He is on her side, in the end, but he spend several years getting crushed by the legality of heroics. He's a little hesitant to condone the statement in public. It's one thing to admit to having assisted in jet-theft when he was 15; it's a funny story and no one was hurt. Still, he backtracks a little. ]
We worked it out with the Avengers afterwards. There were time-sensitive things at stake, and nobody likes to take teenaged superheroes seriously. We did what we had to.
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[ She looks intrigued by his description of the Quinjet. ]
That sounds neat! We technically stole a passenger plane, in that we kept it from crashing into the ocean. We also made a guy think he stole this famous old plane called the Spruce Goose as part of a con. And we stole parts of an airport in the process of stealing back a human heart, so my hacker had to land a second plane and he says he never wants to do that again.
Stealing that Quinjet is very impressive though, especially for teenagers.