[Closed] from the table in the corner

[alittlesweptup]

Date & Time: November 14th, Evening
Location: Storage room off the east end loading dock
Characters: Super Secret Mutineer Club
Summary: The first and likely only group meeting of the mutineers.
Warnings: Plotting nefarious deeds
Notes: If you're on the mutineer team for the upcoming plot, get your revolutionary butt in here.

[A: SHOP TALK & TACTICS]
[While it's a slow trickle in - arrivals are staggered to keep from drawing too much attention - by the time everyone's assembled in the storage block off the east loading bay, it's begun to feel cramped and slightly less secret than it ought to be. But Charlie supposes that might just be a side effect of getting twenty odd people in a room meant for spare parts and a general anxiety about someone running their mouth when they ought not to.

He's not necessarily happy with everyone in the room - shares a few hissed words under his breath with Chloe about 'Those are children; who the hell dragged them into this?' - but it is what it is. So time to make the best of it.]

Oi, heads up. [Already a tall man, Charlie's hard to miss as he climbs up on one of the crates in the storage room. He raises his hand, snapping his fingers a few times until the low murmur of the room falls quiet.] Alright, I'm not going to waste anyone's time here. We all know why we're here - we deserve more than the Initiative's been giving over to us and can’t waste time sitting about while they come to the same conclusion. So-- [Charlie pauses; those are a lot of faces looking back at him.] --let’s not make a mess of it, shall we?

Which means [Chloe's quick to step in from behind, taking at least some of the pressure off Charlie's impressively diplomatic start.] we all know what it's gonna take to pull through this without making it any harder than it has to be. [She glances at Charlie briefly, goes back to staring out at the gathered crowd. Just as casual as ever. ] We need to slip in, grab the transporter and hold onto it for as long as it takes for us to get what we want.

What we deserve.


[B: ~*~MUTINY MIXER~*~]
[It's not much of a party without snacks. Sure, rebellions aren't all about punch and pie, and most revolutionaries prefer to starve for their ideals, but most revolutionaries aren't Chloe and Charlie. A few crates have been stacked against the far wall to lay flat as something of a makeshift table, and once the discussion winds down Chloe heads over to set out a wide variety of-- food. Sort of. Stale cookies and bottled water, left over MRE packs with the moon's sorriest excuse for silverware.

Whatever, she tried.] If anyone's hungry and needs a quick bite before heading out the door, help yourselves.

[Seriously for the love of god, someone eat the cookies. They’ve been growing slowly stale and crumbled in their room for over a week and Charlie can’t stomach the idea of trying to haul them anywhere else.]

And no one leave all at once. Twos and threes at a time.


((ooc: All responses to A should go in the shop talk sub thread; anything to do with option B/post meeting schmoozing and CR building can be individual threads!))

Comments

[the_human]

[Finn's eyes are wide; he looks horribly uncertain. This . . . this doesn't seem like the best idea. But power to the people, right? Right?

--man, he wishes he could talk to Sonya about this. Or Saul. Or Jesse. But he doesn't see any of them here, so . . . so maybe he'll just keep to himself for a while.]

[theflyingone]

[ Finn isn't the only one keeping to himself. Altaïr is watching the others closely, and listening carefully. But he cannot help approaching the young man. He is almost too young, and Altaïr worries he may not have the conviction needed to carry this through should things take a turn for the worst. ]

Are you here of your own will? Are you aware things may turn violent?

[the_human]

Huh-- oh! Yeah. I mean, yeah, to both. Uh-- I mean, I hope they don't turn violent. I mean, I don't wanna, like, hurt nobody on our side. Any of the people who got brought here.

[A beat. He rubs his face.]

Sorry. I sound kinda lame, don't I? I don't do revolutions usually. But . . . I like the thought of power to the people, yo! But I don't want to hurt any of our peeps, that's just wrong.

[theflyingone]

[ Altaïr's initial silence would be intimidating, coming from a man shrouded by a hood and covered in weapons. But he is simply taking a moment to contemplate the first tenet of his Creed: Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent. In the context of a mutiny, who is enemy and who is ally may become fluid. He understands the boy's misgivings. ]

Do not apologize for not wanting things to get out of hand. I too would like everything to go smoothly. If I had my way, no one would get hurt. But we must be prepared to stand for our freedom. I have seen too many tyrants gain control and exploit others simply because the people did not want trouble.

[the_human]

[He nods.]

Do you really think they're tyrants?

[theflyingone]

Have we not been taken against our will to fight their war? They believe our right to choose is forfeit. They make decisions that affect our lives without our approval. They keep us caged with that Transporter, the only means of escape back to our homes.

[ His voice starts low, but grows hard at the last. He fixes his eyes on a point on the nearest wall, as if he can bore a hole through it with his gaze. ]

[the_human]

[Yeah. Yeah. All that's true, and it's something Finn hasn't tried to think about. Because he's a knight, he's sworn to protect people--but he was also yanked into this without any question.]

Do you think we'll be able to get back home if we take over?

[theflyingone]

[ Altaïr himself sees protecting the innocent as his duty. Back home, he went out of his way to help people out of the hands of corrupt guards while on missions, though it was not strictly necessary. And though the atrocities of the UE forces have reached his ears by now, he still has his home to think of. Holy wars ravage his own land, and he cannot ignore that.

Reason brings his voice back to a measured lilt. ]

It is meant to be a temporary occupation of the Transporter Room. A message to the Initiative that they should take more care with their actions. Those who wish to stay and fight for them may do so. Those whose wish to return home should be allowed, by the same means that brought them here. The Initiative can always find more soldiers. They have the means.

[the_human]

But then we'll just be letting them kidnap more innocent people!

[theflyingone]

[ His hood inclines in a nod. ]

Well yes, and normally I would not condone it. But I make allowances since they have no way of communicating with us beforehand. If we arrive but do not wish to fight, they should simply send us back and try again with someone else.

Instead, there are those who have been trying to escape for a year.

[ Poor Chloe. He can forgive her pranking him in light of that. He'd get restless, too. ]

[the_human]

[Oh. Oh. Finn's face drops; for a moment he glances down, uncertain.]

. . . all right.

I'm in.

[theflyingone]

[ A driven man who swore to keep the Creed on pain of death, who removed his ring finger so he could use the hidden blade, can sense wavering conviction. But he does not hold the other mutineers to the same standards as fellow Assassins. He sighs. ]

If ever you falter in your decision and want to leave, you must tell those who will be relying on your help. Their lives might be in danger if you do not give them the opportunity to plan for your absence.

[the_human]

Dude, I totally know that! I'm not lame. I don't ever betray my allies!

[theflyingone]

What if your life were threatened? Would you still say the same?

[ It's not a threat, but an honest question asked in a thoughtful tone. Rare, coming from a man knee-deep in subterfuge and murder. ]

[the_human]

Well, yeah! I'm not a rat, yo. I'm not gonna bail out on people just to save my own skin.

[theflyingone]

One can never be too sure. These questions must be asked of others, and ourselves.

Very well, let us meet with the rest of our team and lay our plans.

[ He's willing to discuss philosophy and strength of character at length, but not when there are tasks to be completed. ]