Episode Eighteen: The French Connection

[Travis Oxford]

1725
D9W-814
South Entrance

Travis watched Cromin head his way, when the man was in his line of view, and when the Captain was within hearing distance, “I think we have stumped upon the source of our headache and the Savage situation,” he tipped his head towards what lay beyond the open door, “The Penal Colony.”

Shifting Zarlenka, Travis nodded at Gaius, “If anything happens to my third in command, I’ll ensure you there be hell to pay.”

Gaius looked a little offended but agreed, “Yes, yes,” he also sounded a little annoyed, at the Major. Just who in the planet he thinks he is, Gaius fumed.

Satisfied with the answer, Travis motioned for Cromin to follow.

1750
D9W-814
Penal Colony

They arrived just as the duck colours began to paint the sky in the wonderful shades of orange, yellows and red, pretty much like it was back home. They approached the main entry point. Checking with Kirov to make sure he was okay, Travis looked at Cromin, “Stay alert Captain,” he shifted his P-90 and his finger on the trigger just in case things went south.

Approaching the guard, “We have been sent here by...the leader of that,” he pointed to the village, “place. I’m here to find out why the entire village is accusing a member of my team of something she hasn’t done.”

The guard looked at his superior, who nodded to let the three men in, Gesturing to Kirov and Cromin; Oxford took the lead into entering the place. They passed the almost 80 feet wall, which alone seemed several inches thick in width. Stopping where the path met the open wide area, Oxford looked and judged the faces around the place and those who seemed to be prisoners wearing dull gray attire.

Some faces were familiar and he wasn’t sure why, but it wasn’t until he spotted few faces he had met, the Commanding Officer could only let out a string of colourful words from his vocabulary. For one face....no better make that two, when he saw XO of a certain team, he knew that Garcia was going to have his head. Turing to face the supervisor of the place, “You want to explain all this to me?” he grunted as he threw his thumb back at the crowd.

“I don’t understand what you mean?” he was baffled as he could be.

“Half the faces here are part of the expedition I’m with. Yet we have never been here before this visit. So how are they here?” he asked. The general was going to have a field day with this.

“I think we solved one mystery and stumbled upon another. What you think?” he asked the captain.

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[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

1750
D9W-814
Penal Colony

Oxford, Kirov and Cromin arrive at a huge architectural structure that was apparently the Penal Colony. As they approached the structure, Captain Cromin starts to scope the area, he notices 3 armed guys on the wall directly in front of them and 2 each in the eastern and western tower. The Captain then motioned to Major Oxford saying "Major, I think they know we are coming they seem ready for business" The Major then responded saying "Stay alert Cromin." "Roger that sir, I am right behind you" the Captain responded.

Next the Major approached the guard saying, “We have been sent here by...the leader of that,” he pointed to the village, “place. I’m here to find out why the entire village is accusing a member of my team of something she hasn’t done.”

The Guards let them in and they all walked in only to be shocked at what they saw. They had people who all looked like some of those that were part of their expedition. The Captain obviously very aware of the gravity of what they just uncovered turned off his safety on his SCAR-H just in case this was a trap.

The Major obviously just as baffled said to the guard “You want to explain all this to me? Half the faces here are part of the expedition I’m with. Yet we have never been here before this visit. So how are they here?” The guard couldn't answer the question, he was stunned.

The Captain assessing everything just kept quiet but he was very aware of their surroundings. The Major then turned to him saying “I think we solved one mystery and stumbled upon another. What you think?” The Captain turning to the Major said "I believe you are right sir, we have to get this intel back to the ship ASAP, at least let them know of this whole situation, while we stick around to do more digging, to see where this leads."

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[Zarlenka Kirov]

1750
D9W-814
Penal Colony

Zarlenka woke up with a huge head ache, he saw Travis and Cromin but no one else. "Well I can't be dreaming as you two are still here" he said with a smile as he got up still a little dizzy, "Ummm Travis Where are we?" He asked still confused what had happened.

Zarlenka followed Cromin and Travis through the corridore to the area where all the prisoners were roaming around free. Zarlenka couldn't put his finger on it but a few of them reminded him of something. He stared in shock as if he was looking into a mirror. He was face to face with... himself. "I must be dreaming Travis could you wake me up please" he said as the clone version of him swore at him in french. Zarlenka swore back at him and continued with Travis and the rest. "I'm sure the IOA would love this maybe even the NID too. As long as no Rifle butts come anywhere near me" he answered touching the large bump on his forehead.

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[Travis Oxford]

1752
D9W-814
Penal Colony

Travis nodded at Cromin’s suggestion and radioed Riley and relayed what they just discovered ans requested the information to be given to Kepler on the ship.

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“The Penal Colony” Major responded, hearing Zarlenka’s request, Travis pinched him, and hard, “I think it’s real like you and me, Doc.” But he was not going to cringe if one of them talked to him....well he could try not cringing if he could help it. But he wouldn’t guarantee it.

Getting a reminder of the IOA and the NID, Travis nearly let out an strings of colourful words. “They probably throw a big party. Plus we won’t be invited.”

Facing the supervisor, “How long that they been here?” he asked.

“A little over three weeks. The villagers found them wondering not too far from here. We tried to help out, but few of them went loose and on killing sprees, most just ended up doing some petty thieving.”

Alarms went off in his head. Three weeks, he thought. It was just around the time; the whole base had fallen asleep due to some weird gas that had been inhaled by the members. Something had to have happened during this time that they ended up with copies of themselves. “You got to be joking.”

Seeing the man shake his head, “Captain, roam around and see if you can get answers from these.....people.” He wasn’t even sure if that was the right word to for the faces before him.

“Why don’t you get some DNA samples and with CMOs help figure out that’s going on here.” He requested.

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[savage]

1934
Holding Cell

It had been a couple hours and Marion was pacing back and forth in her cell. She was antsy, for she didn't like being cooped up like she was some caged thing. The only light that she had was what little was coming from a small window, which was high for her, but low on the ground for those on the street outside. The window was open; however, there were the standard bars that gave the room its jail like appearance.

"Don't worry, I'll get you out of here," Marion heard a voice from the window. Marion went closer to see who it was. Part of her could not believe that she was starring at herself, but then she was trained to expect the unexpected. "They think I am you don't they." she watch the woman who could be her identical twin make a face that wasn't in character for Marion, "Yeah, well, I couldn't be caught now could I. But I'll find your friends and make them help me to get you out. Better in numbers." the other her quickly out of site before Marion could protest in any way.

It that thing or what ever she was laid one hand on any of the team there would be hell to pay.

2013
The Archives

Two Four Nine, as she was called by many, found who she was looking for. Two of the men whom her 'sister' had been traveling with where in the city archives, looking for information so it appeared. She was wearing a hooded coat so that she could hide easily if she had to. There were a couple of Timon's men with the two, mostly to keep an eye on them. With a whistle on her part, she caught the guards' attention. She could see that they were trying to find a way to subdue her without killing her. She never did understand why her creators had such a problem with death. Two Four Nine, however, and the rest of her kind, had no problems with it, so she did so with the guards.

"Come on, we have need to hide these and plan a jail break for your friend!" she said to Lars and Calvin.

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[calvin]

2013
The Archives

After a conversation with the locals – via Lars – the two had managed to get enough ADD to wander. Where do two civvies geeks go, when let loose upon a foreign planet? The achieves. So many thing to stare at and touch. Their technology was both impressive and a bit odd. The differences caused Calvin’s head to lean to the side, his hazel eyes narrowing in thought.

“I want that,” Calvin stated to Lars, pointing at their version of a motherboard, “I love how we finally found a planet with tech that owns ours,” he smiled, “Or the one where we were born, anyway.”

Riley dreaded the sticks-and-stones planets, where their main tech was fire. It just hurt. His life was so intertwined with computers, he always felt a bit off when his fingers weren’t making contact with his scissor-touch-glow-in-the-dark-keyboard, he had managed to pull some strings to get. The glowing in the dark [which was really a few Light Emitting Diodes [LEDs] behind the nearly transparent keys, which turned on with the touch of a key, but still. It made pretty blue light. Glowing keyboard plus a comfy, spinny chair…oh that was just heaven. Well – only if the computer was nice enough. If the computer was old, the chair and keyboard meant fraking nothing.

Anyway…back to the present…

Calvin’s mind drifted to him playing with said motherboard – which in all honesty made him salivate slightly. He really needed a larger social life away from the computers…for his own sanity.

A voice pulled him from his mental void.
"Come on, we have need to hide these and plan a jail break for your friend!"

Riley blinked, turning towards the voice.
Oh…what?
“What the frak, Marion?” Calvin half-whispered, “Who stole your accent and what the fraking frak are you talking about??”

Don’t pull Calvin out of a computer fantasy. It’s dangerous…for his own health.

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[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

1752
D9W-814
Penal Colony

Cromin walked around the Penal colony observing all of the people and activities. The clones all had a variety of behaviors and it seemed that somehow they took orders at least in the colony they were in from a particular clone called Dukas Finey.
Cromin having found out this intel moved to converse with this clone.

Major Oxford finishing his conversation with the man he was talking to turned to Captain Cromin and said “Captain, roam around and see if you can get answers from these.....people. Why don’t you get some DNA samples and with CMOs help figure out that’s going on here.” The Captain responded, "I am already on it boss." Then he turned over to Kirov saying "Kirov, come with me, I am going to need your help with getting some DNA samples from these clones."

Cromin walks over to the man they met when they came in and requested permission to thoroughly interview and get DNA samples from all of the clones. Permission was given to him and he went on with his investigation.

He went straight to Dukas Finey and the following conversation took place.

Captain Cromin: "I hear you are Dukas Finey, true or false?"

Dukas Finey: I like you, direct and straight to the point. My answer will be true, at least that is what I call me now, and you are?

Captain Cromin: "Captain Cromin, United States Air Force."

Dukas Finey: "That means nothing here, you are in a whole different ball game, way in over your head."

Captain Cromin: "You tell that to the countless enemies that we have encountered and oh it will mean something to you very soon if doesn't already mean something to you. Now tell me, whats going on here?"

Dukas Finey: "What do you mean, what's going on here, are you blind we are in prison."

Captain Cromin: You don't look like a stupid man, and you know exactly what I am asking you?

Dukas Finey: "I didn't think you were stupid either, I will say this you are in too deep, well above your pay grade Captain. You already know too much, you all have to be stopped but that will be another time; that said I have to be going . . . I have an appointment to break out of here"

He steps back and Cromin instinctively went after him with a tracking device grabbing his shirt, Dukas grabs Cromins hand and swung his other hand towards him, Cromin ducked the punch, punched him in his stomach and grabs his head by his hair and kneed him on his head, just then there was a huge explosion. seeing that Cromin was distracted Dukas made his escape although he left some hair in Cromin's hand. Soon there was a firefight between the guards and the people ochestrating the prison break. Cromin could not follow Dukas but he had placed a tracking device on him during their fight when he realized what was about to happen.

1820
D9W-814
Penal Colony

The Captain gets on the radio with his CO. "Major, it seemed that we crashed a pre planned party; there is an ongoing prison break and i believe we have a lead, but we have to move fast, we will be tracking one of the clones, his name is Dukas Finey."

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[savage]

2013
The Archives

"I am not your friend, I just look like her." The Two Four Nine said to the men who were looking at her with bewildered puzzlement. "Your friend is still in a jail cell, while you people are twiddling your thumbs trying to figure things out. Well let me just tell you then. I am a clone, created to be a worker for this world, a slave. They tried to make us more...docile...but it didn't turn out the way they planned. So now they have us, and they have no use for us. But their laws and ....morals......state that they can't kill us. So we were coraled into a penal colony so that we can't hurt the their pressious public. We don't exactly have the same standing morals as they do. We just want our freedom."

All the while she was talking, she was looking around to make sure that they were not going to be interupted. She had a plan and they were going to follow it. "We'll get your friend out, and then we're going back to my people." she declared leading the way though the shadows to the prison cell where Marion was.

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[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

1825
D9W-814
Penal Colony

There was still some gun fire here and there in the penal colony but nothing major; there was confusion all over the place. Captain Cromin was making his way over to where the Major was but at the same time trying to reach him on the radio, all to an avail.


1830
D9W-814
Penal Colony

As he made his way into the area where the Major was, he saw him unconscious on the ground. There was an explosion nearby, he quickly checked to see if he was still breathing, thankfully he was, he quickly called for the Doctor who was a little bit behind him. "KIROV!" the captain yelled, "the major is down, get to work now!"


1831 - 1840
D9W-814
Penal Colony

The Captain gave room for the Doctor to work while he took a step back to assess the situation. The only lead he knew they had was to go after Dukas Finey, he knew he needed back up for this, he would have gone it alone if that was the only choice he had but he had another option, and it did not involve waiting for the marines to come from the big bird they had in orbit. Finding Finey was priority and if it had to be done it had to be done now. He looked at his PDA, Finey's signal was slowly fading away, the window of opportunity was closing fast. He knew that in another 2 hrs Finding Dukas would be like finding smoke after it had gone into the air. He made his decision and that was that.


1841
D9W-814
Penal Colony

The Captain had made his decision, he was XO and the Major was temporary unavailable, so he took over command. "Kirov, I have to go post bail, take care of the good Major. Savage and I have a rat to go after." and with that he made his way out of the prison. There was no time for walking so he jog all the way there. His plan was to break Savage out of prison, there was no time for diplomacy. As he made his way over to where Savage was he got on the radio with Riley. "Riley, this is Captain Cromin we have a situation. The Major is unconscious and I am in command at the moment. I need you to do the following things, and there is no room for error. Get on the radio and give the Illiad our sitrep. There's been an explosion at the penal colony and the Major is down but not out. I need marines to come secure where he is and evac if possible. Secondly, I need the schematics of where Savage is being held, I need to go post bail and I have no time to waste. We will do all the diplomatic stuff later, in the mean time i suggest you make your self scarce, make your way over to where the Major currently is after you are done with the schematics; Kirov is with him. Stop whatever you are doing and get this going, it is top priority. You have 10 mins, do you copy?."

1900
D9W-814
City Authority Head Quarters

Cromin arrives at the City Headquarters, he looked at his PDA and there was the scematics for the place where Marion was. As fate would have it, marion's jail was on the outside by one of the external walls. Cromin smiled, saying "this is a little easier than I thought. I guess we will just need a very little explosive on those bars"

It took some time to set up the diversions but he was done in 35 mins. He had to get a handle on the security and how they operated He thought to himself saying "this is not as easy as I thought after all."

1936
D9W-814
City Authority Head Quarters

When Cromin was done with the diversions, he made his way over to the external wall of Marion's Jail cell. His plan was to blow the window bars, and have her jump out so that they can go after Dukas Finey.

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[calvin]

2015
The Archives

"I am not your friend, I just look like her,” not-Marion stated, causing Calvin to frown. So…there was more than one Marion in the Universe? One was scary enough. A whole herd of Tin-Men…oh that was just enough to make him want to crawl back into his mother. Well…not really. But she was still completely losing the Computer Specialist.
“Um…I noticed.”
"Your friend is still in a jail cell, while you people are twiddling your thumbs trying to figure things out.” not-Tin-Man spat back, causing Calvin to lean his head to the side. Even if he wasn’t one that held a gun and knew what to do with it – he was still someone that hated being insulted.
“Oi – watch it,” he stated through his teeth, his hazel eyes studying this…whatever the frak she was.
“Well let me just tell you then. I am a clone, created to be a worker for this world, a slave.”
“Oh,” he cast a glance at Lars, just making sure he wasn’t hallucinating this deranged fantasy.
“They tried to make us more...docile...but it didn't turn out the way they planned. So now they have us, and they have no use for us. But their laws and ....morals......state that they can't kill us. So we were corralled into a penal colony so that we can't hurt the their precious public. We don't exactly have the same standing morals as they do. We just want our freedom."

Calvin swelled his cheeks with a deep breath he refused to release.
“Well – I’m as confused as a baby in a fraking topless joint – but alright,” he straightened his stance slightly, “We’ll go with you, not-Marion,” he smiled, sniffing slightly, “Lead the way, m’lady.”

"We'll get your friend out, and then we're going back to my people."
“One step at a time,” he stated, as the two Civvies followed the clone-chick out of the Archives.

Or that was the idea, anyway.

"Riley, this is Captain Cromin we have a situation. The Major is unconscious and I am in command at the moment. I need you to do the following things, and there is no room for error. Get on the radio and give the Illiad our sitrep. There's been an explosion at the penal colony and the Major is down but not out. I need marines to come secure where he is and evac if possible. Secondly, I need the schematics of where Savage is being held, I need to go post bail and I have no time to waste. We will do all the diplomatic stuff later, in the mean time i suggest you make your self scarce, make your way over to where the Major currently is after you are done with the schematics; Kirov is with him. Stop whatever you are doing and get this going, it is top priority. You have 10 mins, do you copy?."

His piercing hazel eyes met not-Marion’s, before falling to the ground. His hand reached for his ear, before removing the piece, and dropping it to the ground. Riley’s foot slowly rolled over the piece, hearing a sharp crack – following by a static zzt. He killed it. Rising his gaze to Lars, he stated in an even tone, “Remove yours, too. This mission is beyond FUBAR at the moment, mate. Our team is either unconscious or in prison – only left to that little prick. I’m not about to be pushed to doing grunt work for some child. We may be Civvies,” his voice more heroic now, “But – we’ve got a clone of Marion,” he motioned to not-Marion, “And if she’s half as badass as our version, I think we’re more than fine. Plus,” he lowered his voice, “I think she might kill us if we start sending sitrep to the Illiad and overall not doing exactly what she says…”
Yes it was all driven by fear. But whatever.

Looking down at his crushed earpiece, the Computer Specialist bit his lip. For some reason that motion made it more real.
“Don’t worry,” he pleaded to not-Marion, “We’re only listening to you.”

I am so going back to MI6 for this…

2035
Prison

As not-Marion came to a stop, Calvin looked over at Lars at the building before them.
“We are fraked… he sighed, as he approached the doors. Guards automatically pointed weapons at the two Civvies – not-Marion no longer by their side. It was the smartest move, since there was someone that looked just like her in a prison cell in there. No need in turning this mission even harder than it was already.

“Who do you think you are? Just waltzing into my prison – pfft – I should just kill you now.

[/color]” a more formally dressed man asked, as Calvin shot Lars a look.
What a pompous—
“Assume that just for a moment that not every last person is trying to break people out of your bloody prison,” Calvin shot back, holding himself straighter than normal, “We’re here to check your computers,” he was pulling this all out of his ass, but what other choice did they have? Either get eaten by a clone or bite the bullet.
“Oh! Thank goodness![/color]”

Holy fraking hell – it worked, Calvin thought, attempting to hold a straight face.
“Sorry we were a bit late – got caught up with some other business around town. Now may we have a look at your computers?”

If he says yes, I’m done with drinking, Calvin thought, still feeling a bit dizzy from their amazing luck.

“But of course![/color]”

Frak.

Following the man back to an area dancing with lights, Calvin took a seat in front of what appeared to be a keyboard-like-device.
“So – problem?” Calvin asked, already touching the keys.
“It keeps jumping around. One program’ll be up – and it’ll randomly minimize into the corner and start up a random program.[/color]”
“An easy fix – just give us some space and we’ll have it in order. I know you’re a busy man, don’t want to steal your time for something unnecessary,” Calvin smiled.

And the man left.

Shooting Lars a look, Calvin’s mouth hung agape.
“How the frak did that work?” he mouthed, dumbstruck by it all.

As he quickly figured out how the computer system worked, he hit keys in silence, before attempting some random conversation with Lars – which ended with a simple ‘well frak,’ from Calvin. Fun how that was the most prominent word in his vocabulary.

Finding the program he was looking for, Calvin found a cell with what looked like Marion it in.
“Found her!” he whispered, bouncing in his seat slightly. As he hit the command to try to unlock her cell, the screen went blank, then replaced the program with the mass-cell-control one. And he hit the key combo before he could think.

Oh…he just freed the entire fraking prison.

An alarm automatically sounded – followed by cries and gunshots within the hall. Calvin automatically pushed himself out of his seat, grabbing Lars by the arm, racing for the exit. Many Marions were fighting guards – all in a very Marion-like style. As the two Civvies ran out of the prison – the alarm still blaring out, Calvin and Lars took a hard left – with the herd of Marions following them. And there was Cromin. Awkward.
“Um…hello,” Calvin sheepishly waved, before looking over his shoulder – realizing that there were too many Marions…and none were in the right uniform.
“Um…we found Marions!” he was so going to get pistol whipped.

Biting his lip, he turned towards the crowd behind him.
“TIN MAN!” he called at the top of his lungs, as he heard firing of weapons in the distance. Several more shots, as his eyes scanned for his friend.

And one more shot.

Calvin twitched, as something hot passed through his shoulder, feeling like hell-fire within. Only able to hear his own breath and racing heartbeat, Riley glanced down at his shoulder. His hand mechanically touched the area, pulling back to view the real life corn-syrup and red food die, that let people live. His life juice was leaking.

“Ah…frak…”[/blockquote]

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[OOC: SEE LOCKER ROOM NOW. :BIC]

[savage]

2035
D9W-814
City Authority Head Quarters
Prison

Marion had been lying down on the cot that was provided in her prison cell. She had discovered a stray protein bar in her jacket when she took it off, and so she was munching on it while contemplating her predicament. It was unnerving to know that they was someone in the universe that looked exactly like her. Though she wasn't foreign to the twin concept, her situation was on the fraternal one rather then the identical. What was really bothering her was the fact that she was stuck here, by herself, with NOTHING but her thoughts for company. She didn't have a book to read or anything. Her duplicate could be doing anything out there as well.

Suddenly there was an alarm, Marion sat up in the cot, looking at her door in suspicion. Quickly putting on her jacket, she headed to the door. She had let out her hair while she was bored silly, so she was putting that back up as well. She found that her door was unlocked as she reached it, so she tentatively opened it to look out into the hall. Apparently her door wasn't the only one that had been unlocked. Marion watched as people escaped from their cells. Just what she needed, to run into real criminals. It was then that she noticed the uncanny resemblance to herself once again.

If she wasn't so sure of her sanity, Marion might have though she was going insane. Well, at least she couldn't really be singled out amongst the crowd of, herself. With that knowledge in mind, Marion figured this would be her best chance to get out of here. Not that she didn't have faith in her teammates to get her out of this place, she just liked doing things herself. Once outside her cell, she followed her fellow lookalikes down the hall. The alarm was blaring in her ear, and she kept a look out for any guards. She could hear above the commotion that they were at a loss of why the prisoners were suddenly free.

There was a sudden feeling like she was a little lost, she didn't know where she was exactly or where she ought to go. She was rounding corner after corner trying not to get trampled by the mass of clones. There was going to be chaos in the city for sure. "TIN MAN!!" Marion heard a familiar voice. So her escape was thanks to her teammates after all. Marion looked to where the voice was coming from and finally say where Calvin and Lars were. There was a loud bang just then, and Marion could see Calvin go down. The guards were certainly doing their best to maintain order, yet failing miserably.

Marion hurried over to where Calvin and Lars were, Calvin having been shot in the shoulder it would seem, was bleeding. Marion went into basic training soldier mode when she saw his injury. She didn't have her own pack with her, on account of being locked up and all, so she went for Calvin's pack that he had with him. She could faintly smell alcohol in his pack, how that was, she wasn't sure. He probably had his own distillery going on somewhere on the Iliad no doubt. "Lars, put some pressure on his wound while I try and find something," she told Lars while she rummaged. She was seriously going to let the man die if she found that he had taken any first aid things out of his pack to make room for anything less desirable at the moment.

Finally she found the small pack of first aid withing the pack, Marion got out the QuickClot and turned to Calvin with it. "This will stop the bleeding until we can get you back to the ship." Marion told Calvin about what she was about to do to his shoulder. She wasn't exactly in the mood to be interrupted with what she was doing, so when one of the guards caught up with them and tried to suddenly apprehend Marion, she wasn't exactly forgiving. "You'll not be escaping on us," the guard put his hand on Marion's shoulder.

Marion twisted out of the guard's grip and her hand, palm up, went up for a strike to the guard's face, landing on his nose. She didn't stop there as she got up from her kneeling position with the palm strike, her knee somehow found its way contacting either the stomach area or someplace lower, she wasn't exactly caring where. It was enough time to grab the guards weapon and point it at him. The guard was smart enough to stay on the ground.

Marion turned back to Calvin and was able to actually use the QuikClot this time. She took off her jacket to use as a tourniquet on Calvin's shoulder, leaving Marion in her black t-shirt. "Is anyone going to tell me why there are lots of people that look like me about. It's really starting to freak me out. And where is the rest of the team?" she asked both Lars and Calvin. She helped Calvin to his feet, they needed to get out of there.

They headed towards the exit. When they got there, the three of them came upon another of their teammates, the XO Cormin. Marion wondered where Oxford and Kirov were. "Where is Oxford and Kirov?" Marion asked Cormin.

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"Where did they get the DNA from to make these clones?" Marion asked in general, they really needed to get some answers form some one. Perhaps they could find that Guias guy again, or talk to whoever Cormin had found. And just why did the people here know how to speak French.

This is what happens when you stick Marion Savage in a cell by herself with nothing to do....she thinks of things...only to ask all the questions at once. "We have to stop the whole cloning process all together, this is wrong what they are doing. Its no wonder that the clones have rebelled against their creators."

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(OOC: Ok...so lets go see this guy of Cormin's...and then come up with a way to settle the whole cloning issue :BIC)(and yay 1000 word post)

[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

1936 - 2036
D9W-814
City Authority Head Quarters
Prison

It so happened that as Cromin made his way down to get Marion out of prison that 2 trucks with about 2 dozen men arrived at the headquarters. Cromin first thought was that they were responding to the prison break back in the penal colony. He had to pull back while he came up with another plan. Now he was thinking about the other civ Riley. This is where his computer skill would be necessary. Hw tried contacting him but there was no response, the only other option was to try and locate them based on their individual lo-jacks. He contacted Kirov in the penal colony to check on them and it seemed that they were all doing fine. US Marines have arrived and they had secured the immediate area as Kirov prepared the Major for evac.

Upon finding out the status of those people over there he decided that infiltration was going to be the only way since that was the only option he had. He would find Borny, the guy he had come in contact with in the building. As he decided to go in there were all sorts of alarms blaring, the security was alert and confused. He found an overwatch spot and he began to assess the situation from his vantage point when he saw Lt Savage, the clone and then Riley all running towards the exit with men chasing ater them.

Captain Cromin thought "I guess it's time for that diversion." He brought out the remote detonators and triggered the first one and there was a huge bang, he did the same for the second one and the same thing happened. He decided to wait to use the last one. He pointed his SCAR-H down at the headquarters providing covering fire for his team as they made their way out.

As soon as he came in contact with his team, Lt Savage started asking a lot of questions with regards to what was happening. Cromin responded "not the time or place Lt, lets get out of here and then I will fill you in."

As they cleared the area, Cromin used his last diversion and they eventually got to a safe enough place. Riley was bleeding but he was going to be ok he presumed. He got on his radion and told Kirov that all was fine and that Riley might need some patching up later. After this he filled everybody in on what was happening, but away from the other clone. He said "Alright we have to go after that Finey guy I believe he is the key to all of this, but we have spent too much time and his signal is all about disappeared except you can do some of your genious work Riley and boost the signal" Riley did just that and with that the Captain looked at his PDA and said "let's head out, I beleive it's this way"

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[calvin]

2037
D9W-814
City Authority Head Quarters
Prison

Calvin and pain were not friends. They were born enemies, like combs and messy hair. One simply would always defeat the other, no matter what the circumstances. As he called out for his friend, the sudden feeling of someone punching him in the shoulder caused his mind to come to a grinding halt. The world carried less meaning at that point – every stupid he thing he did seemed to be for less and less reason. At that moment, his life felt like a waste. He hadn’t talked to his mother, father, or beloved sister, since he was in uni – and that’s when he was nineteen. That was over ten years ago. MI6 was still sending them vague messages to make them happy, in his ‘hand’. But it wasn’t him. He wasn’t comforted by the fact that they were being told things to keep them safe. Riley wanted to hug his sister – see how she was. Taste one of mom’s cookies. Attempt to swallow some of his father’s signature roast lamb. Get a lecture on how he needed a better idea on what he wanted to be when he grew up. None of this seemed exactly fair. One mistake changed his life…and he still wasn’t convinced it was for the better. Hack into MI6, and bang – your life is over. If it hadn’t been “impossible”, they would have probably just killed him. But they decided that they wanted to use him. Now the Stargate program wanted to use him. Maybe he didn’t want to be used. Maybe he just wanted to flip them all off and go home. If they were going to kill him – just get it over with already. Was he valuable? Yes – but as soon as they could find someone to replace him, bang.

Hazel eyes examining the blood, Calvin couldn’t help but wonder if it was his friends at MI6 upon this remote planet, finally removing him. They were MI6, after all – they could do whatever the hell they wanted. Plus, he was half convinced that they were working on a drug that gave people superpowers. To see James Bond take flight without a jetpack really wouldn’t surprise him anymore. But he had to admit – aliens were better than frakking pompous phonies that were full of themselves for no reason. The people of Delta and the Iliad had something to be proud of. They were frakking playing with little green men! That alone was enough to make him like space better…but what was this being shot thing about? He had just had an amazing run of luck…was this a little Karma? Riley wasn’t the kindest person in the world, therefore his payback for having a bit of luck was being shot in the frakking shoulder? Nice. Real nice.

Looking up, the world decided to suddenly appear like it was underwater, swimming lightly. Oh – was this the part where he passed out? But his balanced remained true, though he could feel hands support him. The pain slowly tickled, as his body ran out of things to crack him out on, to numb the pain. It shot through him again, like another bullet – this one unseen by the human eye. Oh…pain frakking sucked.

The distinct French accent brought a smile to his face. Marion.
“Tin Man,” he smiled, glad to see her face as Lars put pressure upon Calvin’s wound. Noticing Marion going through his bag, Calvin smiled. He knew what was in there. Not many things were supposed to be in there, took up a majority of the space. Apparently finding what she was looking for, Marion stopped looking through his stuff.

"This will stop the bleeding until we can get you back to the ship."
“I missed your accent,” he whispered, wanting the day to be over now. Enough of the chaos – bring on killing time on that annoying space ship called the Iliad.

And suddenly Marion was kicking someone’s ass.
And…explosions?
Just add a comfy chair under his rear, music blaring, and remove the whole ‘bullet’ issue, and he would consider this nirvana.
“Am I dead?” he half whispered to himself, until he felt another explosion, his eyes darting towards the firey plume.
“Or…is the world ending?”

Then Marion made a thingy [excuse his technical terminology] for his shoulder, using that Quickclot stuff on his hole, leaving her in her black shirt. Yeah, he was so already dead.

"Is anyone going to tell me why there are lots of people that look like me about. It's really starting to freak me out. And where is the rest of the team?" Marion asked, pulling Calvin to his feet.
“I…uhh…” he wasn’t one for thinking after being shot.
"Where is Oxford and Kirov?" Marion asked Cromin, "Where did they get the DNA from to make these clones?"
"Not the time or place Lt, lets get out of here and then I will fill you in."

Did Cromin eat them? He was the cowardly lion after all. A little man-eating was to be expected. Glancing over at Toto, Riley gave a nod to the fellow Civvie for helping him…you know – not die.

"We have to stop the whole cloning process all together, this is wrong what they are doing. Its no wonder that the clones have rebelled against their creators."

“Aye.”

And another explosion as they moved away – Calvin playing with his makeshift tourniquet with his healthy arm, as they quickly moved.
“Are you trying to blow the frakking planet?” Calvin asked, obviously annoyed. Those clones had helped both he and Lars…plus they looked like Marion. No need to nearly blow them all to hell as well.

"Alright we have to go after that Finey guy—“
“Who?”
“I believe he is the key to all of this, but we have spent too much time and his signal is all about disappeared except you can do some of your genius work Riley and boost the signal"

Calvin blinked.
“Why yes I am feeling better – though I have to admit being shot isn’t exactly the most pleasant thing in the frakking world,” his voice venomous, as he purposely as slowly as possible, set to work, “I’m not doing this just because you’re out of your frakking mind blowing the frak out of the planet and told me to. I’m doing this so we can get the frak off this rock,” he explained, sending a glance over at Lars, knowing that they both destroyed their earpieces, before he finished up.

“There – now go play CO and put on your Chuck Norris voice and go ‘save the day’,” he gestured slightly as he spoke, causing his shoulder to burn. Quickly halting in his movement, he cradled his tourniquet with his other arm, eyes closing for a second as he slowly exhaled.

"Let's head out, I believe it's this way."

And Riley snorted.

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[savage]

2050
D9W-814
Clone Complex

The team had been on the trail of this Dukas Finey person, whom Cromin said seemed to be the clone's ringleader. Cromin was leading the way, which was fine with her. Marion had been more concerned with how Calvin was doing, she hoped that this side trip to find this guy wouldn't further damage Calvin's injury. The bullet was still in his arm, so there was every possibility that the bullet could move. He was in pain, and all the real heavy duty pain killers were with Kiorv. She couldn't give him what morphine he had in his pack's first aid kit, for it would make him sleepy and they needed him awake.

Her clone that was traveling with them seemed to know where they were going as well, without the aid of any device. Marion didn't like her clone, or any of them really. They reached a cave of some sort, hidden in some valleys. The cave was just an entrance to a bigger complex where the clones set up their base of operations. It looked like a complex that the people of this planet had abandoned and the clones reclaimed. What unnerved Marion, was a blue, white and red French flag on one of the walls.

"Welcome home, Two Four Nine, I see you were successful in releasing your siblings, and brought our guests." Dukas Finey said to the clone that was traveling with them. He spoke with an accent that was familiar, one of the country that was represented on the wall. In fact, Marion didn't see anyone else that looked like him. There was suspicion that he wasn't really a clone like the rest of them. He seem to take notice that Marion was helping Calvin out. "What is your designation, young one?" he asked Marion. She raised a brow, he seemed to think that she was one of the clones.

"Designation? I hope you don't expect me to give you some number like the rest of these.....things." Marion relplied, "Lieutenant Marion Savage, Armée de l'Air,"

"Ah, l'original, bien c'est bien sûr intéressant." Finey said in interest. (Ah, the original, well this is certainly interesting.)

"You're not one of them are you? You're part of the French rogue organization, you are responsible for all of this!"

"You catch on quick." Finey said, Two Four Nine, why don't you help our friends with their injured."

From the corner of her eye, Marion could see the clone come closer to them, "Mind if I borrow your ruby slippers, Dorothy? she said to Calvin, but not really waiting for an answer, she grabbed Calvin's sidearm and pointed the gun directly at the clone's head, and squeezed the trigger. Marion's fiery gaze towards Finey. "No one comes near us, this operation is over, you are a disgrace to France!"

Disgrace? It is the Americans that are the disgrace, they think they are the only ones that can do anything in the galaxy, as well on Earth." someone was bitter.

It was then the backup arrived, SD-4's back up. It might of gotten a little out of control, Marion wasn't exactly thinking her actions though.

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[Robert "Scarecrow" Cromin]

2050 - 2070
D9W-814
Clone Complex

Having arrived at the Clone complex, Cromin noticed a French Flag flying, The clone led them into the complex and as presumed Finey was there waiting for them. Dukas Finey turned to the group and said ""Welcome home, Two Four Nine, I see you were successful in releasing your siblings, and brought our guests." Cromin's eyes focused on Finey watched as he talked away. Now turning to Lt Savage he said "What is your designation, young one?"

Captain Cromin looked over at Marion and motioned for her to respond and she said "Designation? I hope you don't expect me to give you some number like the rest of these.....things; Lieutenant Marion Savage, Armée de l'Air," And so the following conversation ensued between both Savage and Finey:

Dukas Finey: "Ah, l'original, bien c'est bien sûr intéressant. (Ah, the original, well this is certainly interesting.)"

Lt Savage: "You're not one of them are you? You're part of the French rogue organization, you are responsible for all of this!"

Dukas Finey: "You catch on quick." Finey said, Two Four Nine, why don't you help our friends with their injured."

With that Lt Savage borrowed Calvin's side arm and squeezed the trigger next to the clone and she dropped down dead. With that Marion said "No one comes near us, this operation is over, you are a disgrace to France!"

Finey responded saying "Disgrace? It is the Americans that are the disgrace, they think they are the only ones that can do anything in the galaxy, as well on Earth."

Cromin quiet all this while turns to Lt Marion and said "Holster your weapon Lieutenant, lets not get really pissed off. We have a job to do here. Nothing happens to Finey, secure him and have him ready for evac; he is going back with us, I want to personally hand him over to the top Brass. He's got a lot of explaining to do" Next turning to Riley Captain Cromin said "I believe a base like this should have a self destruct mechanism. I doubt Finey here is going to volunteer the codes, so that's where you come in Riley. But before you blow this place to hell, copy whatever you can from here or if you think it would be wise to carry some of the hardware like the hard drives or the computers it self let me know. We have some young marines here who are well able to do the Job" Turning to Marion who by now had secured Finey Cromin said "Walk with me Lieutenant. Lets get into Finey's quarters and see if we can get any intel out of there and oh clean up any of your look-alikes we might run into. I see you are not in the mood to have anymore of you running around and I agree with you. Lets do this now before some top brass start requesting for us to bring a clone along with us ... and oh Riley, these marines will make sure you are ok." Turning to Marion Captain Cromin said, "Lets go, grab an assault rifle from one of the marines over there."

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