Clarke didn't bother taking Jaha to the Medbay. She left and returned with her satchel, which held what she needed to do the surgery. Her guards had what she needed waiting outside the door.
She was surprised that Jaha didn't fight being tied to the chair. As an extra precaution, she had them bind his legs, as well, before she administered the sedative. As soon as he was out, she made the incision on his neck, temporarily short circuited his chip, and tugged it free. Her guard waited with a container of alcohol, and Clarke dropped the chip in it before carefully stitching Jaha's wound.
"Get me when he wakes up."
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The people under watch at Farm Station had been agitated all morning. Shortly after noon, they reached critical mass and marched out of Farm Station, headed toward Arkadia.
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"Damn it," Raven muttered as the circuitry hit another dead end. Clarke gave her three chips to work with and she already destroyed one. It was just a circuit board. A tiny circuit board, but no different than the breadboards she soldered to repair and create electronics they needed since landing. She stretched on the stool, appreciating the quiet in her workshop. Roger and Fay were out testing the limits of the radios. They were nice, and took direction well, but Raven liked to work alone.
She wondered whether Ontari would join her again that night. She could deal with nightly chess games. It gave her mind time to think about other things and she was enjoying teaching the Commander.
Her quiet was gone when Roger and Fay returned to report that the radios reached from one end of Polis to the other. Raven grinned, gave them high fives, and set them to making more of them.
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The scouts outside Farm Station trailed the group of Skaikru. Once their destination was clear, a few of them peeled off in different directions to bring warnings. They knew Wanheda was at Arkadia, and that Heda would not be happy if she received the slightest injury.
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Clarke heard Jaha's yells as soon as she passed into that section of the Ark. His voice echoed off the metal walls, his words unclear until he saw her.
"What have you done?!" he shrieked.
Clarke just stared at him.
"You've condemned all of us. She was going to take us to the City of Light so she could start over."
"Start over?"
"There weren't enough missiles before. People survived, and they've gone right back to doing what they've always done. We're a blight."
"I've been called worse."
"This isn't a joke or make believe or an illusion. She's going to eliminate us and begin again with the best of us."
"And you in charge."
"I don't know. It doesn't matter. You've ruined everything."
"I'm not the one who launched nuclear missiles. I'm not the one taking people's memories from them."
"You don't understand."
"Explain it, then."
"She wants her source code, so she knows for certain what her creator meant her to do. The missiles were the first step. People take and don't give back. They kill each other for the pettiest of reasons. Those with power refuse to release it. Without people, Earth can be what it was meant to be."
"Earth is nothing without people. We are more important than any computer program. It's faulty if it came to the conclusion that our lives are worthless and if it's faulty, it has to go."
"You don't understand," Jaha repeated.
"I understand quite well," Clarke answered. "Enjoy your stay."
One of the Azgeda lieutenants waited outside the door to the holding area. "Wanheda, you must return to Polis. Skaikru is marching this way."
"Stop them. Capture them."
"They will not be captured."
"What do you mean, they won't be captured?"
"They swarm the gona who approach. They know secret ways into here. You must go."
"They want that case. Bring it to me."
"You must go."
"I'm not going anywhere. They'll stop. Bring me the case."
He sent one of the soldiers with him to fetch it and followed Clarke out of the Ark. "Bar the gate," she ordered, and climbed up into the watch area.
A few minutes later, a warrior brought her a case. She waited, watching as more Azgeda fighters came out of the woods. In the distance, she saw a group of people. Eventually, they resolved into a group of Skaikru.
They looked terrible, too thin with ragged clothes, but they all had the same look on their faces. When they were close enough, Clarke held up the case and a pistol. They stopped when they saw her.
"Surrender or I'll destroy her."
They talked among themselves for a minute, then let up a howl and charged the gates. "Disable them," Clarke yelled, and repeated it in Trigedasleng.
Weak and unarmed despite being driven by a force that overcame those deficiencies, they were no match for the more than 100 Azgeda warriors who gathered outside Arkadia's walls. They did their best to follow Clarke's direction, and only six were killed. A dozen were unconscious, and the rest had a variety of injuries that prevented them from moving quickly. Clarke decided not to waste any time. She sent a guard to get her satchel and the jar of alcohol holding the chip she removed from Jaha and climbed down, leaving two warriors to guard the case.
While she waited for them to return, she triaged the Skaikru. She recognized Jasper and two others, but none of the rest. The Azgeda lieutenant shadowed her. She told him what she needed – hot water, bandages, and wood or metal for splints - and asked him to have any nearby healers brought to help.
When she had her satchel, Clarke debated what to do. Knocking them all out would prevent any mass uprising, and they could be carried away to recover. She pulled the first bottle of sedative from her bag along with the first hypodermic needle. They were in short supply, so she sterilized it in alcohol after each injection.
A few minutes later, they were all unconscious. She had them carried into the Ark, and began removing the chips. A healer showed up after the third removal, and Clarke had her tend to other injuries after the chip was out.
Most of them were moved to makeshift beds in the Medbay. The most seriously injured got beds while the others lay on furs spread on the floor. When she finished, Clarke counted heads to make sure she hadn't missed anyone. The bottle of chips was stuffed full, the tendrils snarled.
Clarke stretched and washed her hands. She looked at her clothes and sighed, and went to change before going back to the holding area to check on Jaha again.
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Ontari sat in with Fair again that evening but had trouble concentrating. Clarke's absence gnawed at her, and she heard Lexa's ongoing dissatisfaction. When she closed her eyes, she saw Lexa's angry pacing. Ontari struggled to maintain her own calm.
She knew from the looks that Titus gave her that he was unhappy with her lack of attentiveness to his lessons, but she didn't care at the moment. Every time he looked at her, Lexa growled. The session finally ended, and she and Fair walked down the stairs together, but there was no talking this time.