( 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

[needsteaplz]

We both got the same idea apparently. My roommate and I got through the packing very quickly. Mana was getting rather fussy though but we managed to get him here too. I couldn't leave him down there, honestly.

[She lets out a sigh, mostly from the exhaustion and sudden escalation of events. Even a goddess can get tired.]

I never thought I'd be up in space. Honestly, I'm more comfortable having solid earth under my feet.

[notadamnvampire]

I agree. But I also prefer this over the alternative, I suppose. While being in space is incredible, I wish I could enjoy it without... [feeling guilty?]... the circumstances behind it.

[needsteaplz]

[She nods. It's like her husband said, they can't save everyone but it never stopped her from trying.]

I know and I don't like it either. It's unfair we can't even at least save some of the locals. If they can house all of us, surely there could've been some space left.

[notadamnvampire]

Yes... Leaving them all behind like this is despicable. I guess there's nothing we can do about it now, though. We'll just have to work to right this as fast as we can.

[needsteaplz]

[Mana at that point decided to start climbing up onto her shoulder. Even for the cat, it wasn't hard to pick how well she was taking the current events. He rubbed his face against her cheek and that got a small smile from her. ]

You're right. Not to mention it's our job as Transports to go back into time to prevent this from happening. I'm putting the tea house into hiatus for now but I plan to help with supply runs, making rice for us, and any other way that's available.

[notadamnvampire]

Yes, I... need to figure out what it is I can do for help. Supplies would be it, I guess. We're going to need a lot, since we're basically starting from scratch up here. [He sighs lightly, looking out of the window again. The situation was still sinking in, really.]