( 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

[oldsoldiersneverdie]

[Nate has had his own losses - too many, time and time again, but it doesn't make this one hurt any less for it. Still - those are private pains, and he's had enough practice not to let them show on the outside. And he's not the only one hurting right now.

His hand on the younger woman's shoulder is gentle, as is his voice, but there's iron-hard conviction in it]

We'll make this right.

[demonbloodblade]

[Meliantha isn't one for touching, especially not lately... but this? This she accepts.]

We will.

[She glances sideways at him.]

Sir.

[oldsoldiersneverdie]

[Nate is not the most touchy-feely person himself, so he gets that]

I don't think the 'sir' is really necessary. Not right now, anyway.

[demonbloodblade]

[She nods.]

It's just so strange to me... but then not. I've seen flights of dragons raze cities, armies march into each other and people dying from sword and fire and lightning.. but a weapon that powerful... It's like the fist of Kossuth, Lord of Fire. And all the dead with no one to mourn them but us.

I have to watch it all. For them.

[oldsoldiersneverdie]

In my world, there are weapons that can destroy entire planets. Destruction of that magnitude... it gets hard to imagine. But I've seen settlements burned, too; soldiers under my command die on the battlefield.

It never gets easier. Or it shouldn't, anyway.