(CLOSED) My hands are tied, for all I've seen has changed my mind

[alittlesweptup]

Date & Time: Forward-dated to Nov. 16 0300hrs through Nov.19th ~0230hrs
Location: Observatory, East Loading Bay, Transporter Room, Various (read: everywhere)
Characters: Pro-Initiative and Mutineer action teams
Summary: With mutineers occupying the transporter room and vital base systems hamstrung, Pro-Initiative forces work against mutineer teams to bring those systems back online and reach the transporter room.
Warnings: None yet (will update as necessary...because lbr ‘none yet’ isn’t going to last long)
Notes: All threads, with the exception of the Transporter Room B, are open for posting beginning now. Transporter Room B will kick off on Nov.16th proper in order to incorporate decision making from earlier action team’s choices and to maintain tonal cohesion. Community wide mingle log for the mutiny will go up on Nov. 16th.

[At 0300hrs on November 16th, things suddenly go wrong. The network cuts out, lighting abruptly goes from artificially sterile to the unsettling flickering of red emergency lighting. Furniture, supplies and even Transports suddenly find themselves untethered from the ground as the base’s gravity regulation abruptly shuts down; moreover, it isn’t long before Transports begin to realize they’ve been locked off from anything but the housing(/restrooms), vr and cafeteria sections of the base. Not long after:

Click-HHHSSSHK-click!

A woman’s voice speaks over the moon base’s PA system, echoing through the dark corridors and off the odds and ends gently floating through them thanks to the lack of gravity regulation. The voice is rich and accented, with a certain practiced ease to it - one that sharpens to a point the longer she talks:]

Testing. Testing-- are we good? Christ, I'm not echoing, am I? No?

All right good. Listen up, fellow transports. As you might have noticed, some of the base's general systems have gone offline: this, I assure you, is absolutely intentional. There's no need to panic.

So moving on from the understandably frustrating to the even more frustrating, I'm sure you all have also noticed the fact that we're currently all stuck-- starving and defenseless-- on the bloody moon. In a base that was, up until a few days ago, overrun with zombies. And before that, thousands of lives were bombed right out of existence, and before that, an entire world-- and before that we were all still being thrown at the United Earth for the sake of dying off repeatedly in a war we never stood a chance or had a say in. Transports have been treated like pawns since day one, and I'm sorry, but we don't deserve it.

If we're giving up our lives and our freedom, I'd say it's about time we earned ourselves a little equality.

We deserve a say in what goes on in this fight, and with that in mind, a few of us have decided to hold onto the transporter for a while. Just until the Initiative agrees to treat us like people instead of ammunition. Trust me, we’re not here to hurt anyone; none of this has to end badly. But it does need to end. Things have got to change. And if this is what it takes? This is what it’s going to be.

We need your help; please don’t make it any harder for us.

[The PA clicks off, pitching the base once more into complete radio silence.

Over the course of the next four days, pro-Initiative transports gather their resources and individuals form impromptu (or well planned) teams to bring these systems back online and out of the hands of mutineers so they can ultimately reach the transporter room and set things to right -- whatever that “right” may be.]

Comments

[reversemole]

( normally, he'd dignify the question with an explanation for sticking around. these things needed careful maintenance, after all.

but then, he thinks he hears something. thinks, of course, but there was nothing wrong with a little healthy paranoia. his mouth opens and then closes in afterthought. by way of reply, he puts a finger to his lip, and gestures down the hall. )

gently sneaks in orz

[shotup]

[It's moments like these when he seriously questions his life and his choices. Roy thinks he hears something too, hand automatically reaching for a weapon as he scans the hall. Moving slowly, he starts to move along the wall, ready to provide some sort of cover as needed.]

[firstroar]

You...? [the girl; Blue doesn't need to look back to know she's there.] Who are–

[he passes into a thin veil of tension...and purpose. it slows him, putting him nearly at pace with the girl.

uncertain, growing more worried:] Others are ahead. Were we beaten to fixing the problem–?

[deadlybanker]

[The footfalls were closer now than ever. Giovanni slipped back into the gravity control room and concealed himself behind the wall right beside the door. If these invaders meant to do harm he would take them out as they entered but if they seemed peaceful then maybe other measures could be used against them.
He had always intended to use peaceful means to free the people from the Initiative but... his hidden blade slipped from its housing and back again as a test of its working order, whether that remained possible was up to those closing in from the hall.]

/slips in here super late oops sorry guys ;;

[onen]

[Ziio is in the hallway, positioned where she can see anyone approaching. She is tensed and alert, her hatchet in one hand and a crude set of throwing knives she has crafted from scavenged shrapnel wrapped about her calf. She is there to provide cover for the others dealing with the machine that she does not understand, and as she hears the tell-tale sound of those approaching, her hand travels to her calf, fingertips brushing the knives as she braces herself to react with force if needs be.]