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Mutants & Masterminds: Future Imperfect - Chapter 5.1: Clotho


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Ronnie resisted the urge to jump over the table and pop Sly in the nose. A lot of the urge came from her hatred of being helpless, which is what she was right now where the resident in Travis' head was concerned. Are they listening through him? Do we know that? Seems it'd be helpful to know that information before we cut him out of stuff.

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We don't know and until we do we have to be very careful what we reveal in front of him. Better to discover we were being too cautious than not being cautious at all. I want to find out what we are dealing with and try to read the alien's mind if I can, but I want to see these scans first and make sure I'm not putting his life at risk.
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Yes. It is better we assume that there are eavesdroppers. Tim was going to ask their telepaths if he could borrow their power to make communication easier for all around. If that is the case, a little counterintelligence never hurt a cause. Anyone remember the German Enigma code in WWII. The Allies had broken the code, but kept that fact under wraps, even if it meant sacraficing peoples' lives to make the German's think their code was still good.

Tim pulled out a cigarette and was about to light it when he looked up at the monitors.

"What is the smoking policy in this place anyway?"

((OOC: this might be my last post for a few weeks))

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"If we're all lucky it's nonsmoking only," Travis muttered. "OK, so what's the deal, we aren't getting anything accomplished sitting on our butts here. We know what we want to do, we don't really have enough information about their ships to form much more than a basic plan. Are we waiting for something? No time like the present, the sooner we act the better in my opinion."

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Simon had reached for Savi's hand when Sly informed the group of the spy in their midsts. He was listening to what everyone was saying, and trying to sift through how much now was actual planning and how much was supposed to be misdirection. If the aliens could do something like that to Travis, then what might they have done to him and his sister over the four years they'd been captive?

Flashes of the nightmares that had been his reality for so long washed over him and he squeezed Savi's hand tighter.

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Travis had finally had enough. Everybody was talking but nobody was doing, and now nobody was even talking. He pushed back from the table, "OK, we know what we want to do, let's fuckin' do it. Stand up, take your thumbs out of you asses and let's get moving." He gestured to Grav, "Q-tip, if you would be so kind I would appreciate a warp gate to that alien craft over Berlin at your soonest convenience."

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"Yeah, right," Ronnie laughed. "Trav, no offense, but I'm still down with the virus. You know... the one I got helping you, then missed getting patched up from will still helping you. Could I have a day or two, please, so that I'm useful instead of a wheezing bag of snot and fever?"

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Savannah had squeezed Simon's hand back, and stayed pressed close to her brother, half out of fear and half out of a sense of exhaustion. Finally though, at Travis's absurd comment, her temper flared impatiently and she righted herself, placing the hand that wasn't threaded with Simon's on her hip.

"No joke. Seriously, we all just woke up from a several month long coma, got recruited into the same government that's spent years hunting us down and locking us up, met the president of that government, and been transferred to a government facility. And now you want us to warp ourselves to an alien craft hovering over Berlin, before half of us have had a chance to recover. No offense, but if the human race is dependant upon us for salvation, or whatever crap like that, I'd like a night, you know? To rest? Spend time with my brother. Chill out. And to be perfectly honest, I'd rather not have to be reliant upon someone as hot-headed and impatient as you are, anyway. God help us all if we have to take directions from you. The human race will be doomed."

She squeezed her brother's hand again, and turned to him. She looked angry, and scared, and tired, and he could feel those emotions seeping into his own mind as if he were feeling them himself. She bit her lower lip softly, and swallowed.

"Simon.. can we go get some rest, please? I'm tired."

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Travis looked at Ronnie through hurt eyes, his voice came out hard and flat, "Fine, I'll let myself out." He didn't wait for further comment, didn't listen to any protests, he just walked out of the room and headed for the exit. Elevators led to elevators and then he made his way out of the casino into the hot desert night.

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"Dammit."

She sat down. "Another day wil help us all, it will also give us time to formulate a real plan."

SHe though to Sly. "My own plan is simple, we send a team to the Berlin Ship, as a recon in force, but more a feint. It has to have enough strength to make it look like it's our main target. Meanwhile the second team, likely smaller, but designed to compensate hits and takes out the South American Ship."

She gave the equivalent of a mental sigh. The pressing issue of this plan is that we have to be very convincing that we don't know the truth and got lucky with our feint in South America, or barring that, a way to kill the alien in Travis's brain before it can kill him, by tomorrow.

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Originally Posted By: SalmonMax
"What's wrong? Hey, what's the matter?" She hurried after him, following him through the headquarters.


"Nothing's wrong, nothing at all. I just decided that I don't much feel like sitting around waiting. I can do just as well right now on my own terms. I don't do chit chat." Travis kept walking, pushing his way through the dry heat of the desert like nothing could stop him. Just try and stop me you little alien bug, I'll find my own damn way to get you out of my head.
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Ronnie sighed, letting her head thump against the chair. "Alright, I'm out, too," she said, standing slowly. She still looked sick and unsteady, but she wasn't stopping. She paused, frowning, and asked, "Sly, the computer said three aliens, but didn't you mention another? What was that again?"

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(OOC: not on my own conputer, and I can't remember the passwrd to log in with Tim.)

After Travis leaves, Tim shrugs his shoulders. "What's his problem?" He's got an alien living in his brain and it's fucking with his judgement. It's best he leaves until we are done.

Tim continued to survey the information, in case he lost any important tidbits. That travis and a few others left, meant little. He would help with the planning. That Travis was outside, mean that they could discuss things in the open.

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Travis stopped short, "What? Why?" He looked down at the shorter woman, he seemed confused, caught off guard. "I'm going up there, I'm going to find a way and then I'm going to tear that damn ship apart with my bare hands if that is what is needed. Are you ready for that? Or are you just going to try and stop me too?"

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Juno smirked at him and planted her fists on her hips as if daring him to disagree. "If I was going to stop you, you'd be stopped. And yeah, I'm ready. It's probably a bad plan, but hey, any plan's better than none, right?"

"So I figure we can head to the airport, get a plane, go to Germany...then play it by ear from there."

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"Yeah they do, but they want it done their way, they want to control us, and they will want to keep controlling us after all is said and done. Once the aliens are gone the petty shit squabbles will start right back up again and people will be pissing over each others graves just for a pile of dirt or some ore or oil. I'm done doing things their way, doing what they want." He looked at Juno and shook his head, "Got it?"

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Sly was afraid Travis wasn't going to come back so he reached out to touch the man's mind and see what he was up to. *Travis, don't go too far ok? I think I can help you with your memory issues if you want. With the ability to use my powers right now without worrying about the Virus, I should be able to put you to rights if you want to try.

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The teenager gave Travis a skeptical quirk of her eyebrow, then nodded and shaded her eyes as she looked up.

"Okay, so...you can fly. Sweet." She looked back at Travis and stepped closer to him and draped her arms around his shoulders. "So how's this work? I just hold on, or what?"

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The timing was, of course, impeccable. Juno had barely put her arms around his shoulders when Morgan invaded his head. And if I want to leave again afterward are you going to let me? Or are you going to mind-fu me into playing nice with everybody? I want my memory back, yeah, but I'm not willing to sit around on my thumbs waiting for the aliens to get wind that we aren't dead. We have an advantage right now that I mean to press. He looked down at Juno, "What are you doing kid?" He seemed genuinely confused as to why she was snuggling up to him all of a sudden.

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Juno frowned. "You said we were going to fly," she explained. Heat burned in her cheeks. I thought this was what you had in mind. Quickly she released her grip on Travis and stepped back, reaching up to clear her hair out of her eyes.

"Sorry, just thought that's how it worked."

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Juno scowled and looked away. "Adrian hasn't got time for anyone but his sister, and Six..." she shook her head. "It'd be weird. He's practically my brother."

"Anyway, I didn't mean it like that. I just figured if you were going to fly, I'd better hang on. That's all."

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Sly looked over at Ronnie, "The computer said three types of aliens, Terminators, the big bruisers and the Roswell types. Looks like we need to add a fourth to the list, the brain bugs like Travis has."

Thinking to Travis, *Come on back up here man, let's tackle this thing right now so we can get back to the action and finish off these aliens.*

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Juno plants her fists on her hips and regards Travis skeptically.

"What, just like that? A second ago you were ready to fly off to Germany and no one was going to stop you...and now, hey wait I'll go tomorrow? Are you trying to get rid of me or what?"

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"No .. it's ... wait, hold on," Damnit. Morgan, are you even sure you can? This isn't a bump on the head here, somebody did this to me, somebody scrambled my brain like an egg. Travis put his hand on Juno's shoulder, "If I were trying to ditch you you'd already be ditched. Morgan seems to think he can get me my memory back, and if he can that might be worth waiting, the old me seemed to know a lot more about all of this than I do." Give me a reason to trust you man, I got nothing right now. I'm confused as fuck and the only enemy I know is up there, waiting for me to rip it a new one.

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*I can't give you much detail yet, but you've got something in your head that the Alien's put there. The memory thing is the easy part and I have no doubt I can deal with it, but the alien thing, that I don't know about until I try. Problem is that I don't know if I can deal with your memory issue without dealing with what the alien's did to you first. Up to you, but I think you'd best let me give it a try otherwise you aren't likely to succeed on your attack.*

He hoped that would be enough persuasion without revealing the alien in his brain. If the MD doc was right it might kill Travis if he knew about it.

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So much for that secret. Did Ronnie tell you? Crap. Listen don't even hint to Ronnie that I know, its a long, LONG, story that I don't have time to explain, or much want to for that matter. I know about the bug in my knoggin, and I know that you all think it'll kill me if it knows that I know, but I know and so either it doesn't know I know or it knows I know and it can't do anything, or won't, or is waiting ... Anyways, fine, yeah, I'll come in, but I swear if you poke around where you don't belong I'll make you wish you hadn't.

"Come on kid, we're going. Mr. Mento thinks he can unlock the ol' egg and get at the creamy filling without breaking the yolk, so I'm going to give it a try."

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Well, frak. For the last 10 minutes we've been dancing around the subject not talking to you for fear you'd keel over. Shit, knowing that you know will make this a ton easier. Come on and we'll give it a shot, but don't worry, I don't enjoy poking around in people's heads when I can avoid it.

In a way it was true. He did avoid digging in peoples heads randomly, there was just too much ugliness in there in the human mind. Everyone had secrets and thought really vile things now and then and sifting through it was like wading in sewage sometimes. Travis was a different matter, his mind was filled with holes and disconnects and Sly wanted to know what the reason was. Was it the alien or something more?

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The computer said three types of aliens, Terminators, the big bruisers and the Roswell types. Looks like we need to add a fourth to the list, the brain bugs like Travis has.

"I'm not so sure that the brain bug is a separate alien." Tim's face turned from the monitor towards Sly. "When I was in your mind, Sly, I saw them in there as well. You were in a prison cell. They could have done something different, and installed an organic implant to keeps tabs on what he says and does. Maybe it downloads at a predetermined interval or when given a signal. Right now, there is not much we can do but be careful what we say around him."

"Concerning the various alien types, I think that we should discuss what we know of each type." Tim thought for a moment and typed some commands into the computer. A computer rendered image of a Terminator type appeared on the screen. It zoomed in to the things head. "This is their weak spot. All communications controlling the things, go through a wireless transmitter in their heads. Damage that transmitter, and they will shut down."

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