( open ) i'll fly you to the moon and back

[initiates]

Date & Time: September 21st - September 30th, 11:59 PM
Location: The Hold, the Moon Base
Characters: Any/all.
Summary: The Transports are evacuating to the Moon Base. Those on the Moon Base try to settle in and figure out their next move. Setting info can be found here.
Warnings: Talk of nuclear warheads and reference to immense loss of life. Please contact the mods should any individual thread get graphically violent or anything else of the sort.
Note: Use date and location tags in your subject headlines! Such as "On the moon, 23rd onward" or "On the spaceship, 25th" or "down at the Hold, 29th."

The Hold is a flurry of activity, grim faced members of the Initiative group directing supplies and people with the subdued air of people facing their own doom, and wondering at how to process the knowledge. None of the Initiative appears unaware of what will happen; their eyes linger on the Transports, expressions pleading, hopeful, doubtful, or immeasurably sad in turn.

Every eight hours, the space ship is sent back up with a load of people and supplies. The pilots are worked until they can't; the AI stolen ages ago by the Initiative greets and corrals people and supplies at both ends, and in the middle step between.

The network continues to broadcast on narrow channels between the Moon Base and Exsilium, up until the time that all connections are lost, with the carrier located en route to Exsilium. The first airship will pass by without dropping anything, but it's too early to celebrate. At a six hour delay from behind, the second airship arrives, and with it, the dark promise of the Black Code's nuclear weaponry.

The six hour window allows for time for those left behind, either by choice or circumstance, to be pulled to the Moon Base with the successful activation of the Transport Pad. New characters will ultimately arrive with the remainder of those not yet on the Moon Base, all in time to witness the explosive contact of the nuclear warhead with the ground of Exsilium live on satellite.

But until then, there's only the hurry, the silence, and the potential for full out rioting should the Transports spread word to the Exiles inevitably left behind to face this fate.

Comments

[strategic_guile]

Yeah, a few days ago.

[It was on the 23rd, actually, and he was too busy packing, scavenging, and helping others to dedicate time to celebrate what was actually not a happy day at all. He had fixed a couple of big meals the last few days with the food he had been saving up for his anniversary since they couldn't take it with them. Resources were limited and he was sure there would be rationing up there. He did not relish it, but he couldn't pack much with the limit.]

If they're smart they'll leave it all behind. Depressed, desperate people with guns on a moon base drinking scotch.

[trustycrowbar]

...Not a good combination, is it?

[He snorts a bitter laugh, still looking out the viewport.]

I'll buy you a drink once we get our feet on the ground again, how's that?

[strategic_guile]

It's what news stories are made of.

[His voice was dry, sarcastic, and verging on the bitterness that Gordon displayed, but not quite. It was hard to totally succumb to how goddamn useless he was when in space. Once the shininess of space wore off though, Blaine was going to get hit full in the face.]

Yeah. You better still be around for me to collect.

[trustycrowbar]

Oh I'll be around... I have a bad habit of surviving this shit.

[strategic_guile]

That's good for me.

[Pats him on the back.]

It'd be lame without you.