( 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]

When you have people you care about, any place can be like home.

[Well, sorta. Even the best people can't make Exsilium less radioactive, gloomy, and slightly depressing.]

How much food have you brought for the kitten?

[revelation]

It certainly makes time pass a little easier.

[ for some, that was still better than nothing at all. ]

Enough to last a month, but I'll have to start going on missions as soon as I can though.

[strategic_guile]

[He nods in agreement and then reaches with his other hand towards the cat. He extends only one finger that wiggles enticingly.]

I am, too. Whatever stuff they try to feed us up there is going to taste horrible. I need good food.

[revelation]

[ the small kitten perks up again, eyes following his finger before she reaches out and swats. ]

Mm, I imagine the stuff is made more to last than taste decent. At least there is a lot of us here, I'm sure we'll have good food in no time.

[strategic_guile]

[He moves his finger out of the way and shifts it up to keep drawing the kitten's attention.]

Yeah, it's meant to last, but with how long we've had freeze dried food, you'd think they would have it taste better by now.