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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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[He says all this with great amusement -- and some slight derision -- as he kicks around his lab in his hover chair, still working as he talks.]
You're wasting your time. I'm not whoever this Ben Franklin is. (I'm assuming a scientifically-inclined historical figure?) When it comes to getting me out of the lab to have "fun," more conniving sentients than you have made the attempt -- and failed.
But if you enjoy a completely impossible challenge, by all means, try.
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[ The derision slicks right off his back. While Querl sounds smarter than most of the people who try to make Robbie feel small (he uses more syllables, anyway), that really doesn't improve banter. By the time he gets to "failed", Robbie is stifling a yawn and making no attempt to hide it. ]
I eat impossible for breakfast. My entire life is about striving. I'm after a challenge that makes you look like key lime pie, so don't think I won't do it in my spare time just to hear you say, oh what's that Querl? "You're right, Robbie, and I was wrong. This is fun, and it's all thanks to you."
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[It's rare that he meets people and likes them immediately. It's even rarer for people like him in return, to want to give him attention, especially the way Robbie's doing it. The UP public gives him plenty of negative attention, and his friends give him friendly attention, but even with his friends, they're sometimes overly cautious in giving him space, worried they might overstep bounds when he wants solitude.]
[It's not really their fault when the walls between them were constructed by him in the first place, and like true friends, they sometimes hop right over them and drag him away to be social if they think he really needs it. But the walls are still there. Having someone dance right over them and effectively declare that they'll keep doing it -- with gusto -- is new.]
[And flattering.]
[It isn't the first time someone's poked their nose into his life in a charming way, and that does cause a slight pang in his chest as he thinks of Lyle. But it's definitely the first time someone's done it while also being very...gentle.]
["I only wanted to make sure you were safe." "I'm glad you don't need my well-being, but you're stuck with it."]
[He likes that Robbie's first instinct was gentleness. Concern. Empathy.]
Whenever I'm not on a mission, you can find me in my lab. Good luck dislodging me when I'm capable of building a device I can use to affix myself to my chair with quantum entanglement.
[And with that, he starts to twirl off in his hover chair to work on something else and cuts off the feed.]
[He'll just leave the challenge there.]
[He has to leave it there because he's so overwhelmed by strangely fuzzy feelings that he's not entirely sure how to react.]