( 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

[chore_boy]

[Coby suddenly extended the field of his hearing. His observation was put to full use. In a small space, he felt only a handful of people in comparison to--]

Not even a tenth--we couldn't even save that many people!? Who managed to come up here with us!?

[charming_jerk]

Almost all the Transports, a handful of Exiles people snuck on board, and barely any Initiative. It's... it's pretty fucked up, man.

[chore_boy]

Do we have any technology left over? Aside from this base...

[charming_jerk]

We can still do time travel stuff, but no resurrections anymore. Other than that, this is it. This is where we're at.

[chore_boy]

Resurrections--

[Not that Coby was even invested in that.]

Nobody should be dying in the first place. Have you gone back in time, yet?

[charming_jerk]

Not since we got up here, no. I... kinda got dragged here at the last minute. So I ain't been here very long.

[chore_boy]

Then, we haven't done enough. [Though Coby scarcely felt to the task--he was still standing on a crutch for fucks' sakes--he knew he was going to have to go out and work.]

Is the machine working now?

[charming_jerk]

I think so. Before ya go gettin' any idea, it sounds like you might need another day or two off. You were out way too long, man.

[chore_boy]

I'm done with rest, Johnny. Right now... I think I need anything but that.

[charming_jerk]

If ya say so, man. We're gonna need a lotta normal shit here even before we do stuff to try and fix this fuckin' mess. Food, clothes, power, medical stuff.

[chore_boy]

That much I can handle. Does it matter what we collect first?