(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]

( shit, he can hear this one in his head. his jaw tightens as soon as he senses it -- along with all the more troublesome implications -- and as he tenses momentarily for evasive action.

blue is able to tap into the reasons for withdrawing, and the manner of questions kaji hoped to have answered. he refrains from knee-jerk responses as he stares blue down. he'd always kept one foot ahead of the field by safeguarding his thoughts. and now? he isn't quite sure of the extent of this luxury.

all of this is bothering him in a major way. he just needs to know-- )

Who are you aligned with?

[firstroar]

Those seeking to slow and stop this madness. [a leading pause.] There is no single camp where that mindset resides.

[reversemole]

( funny, that's what he would have used to justify this whole thing. his brows raise; he edges back with one hand in his pocket. a gun is on him. but he won't use it.

isn't that the truth.

unspoken words, but telling enough. )

[firstroar]

Yet your hand in this seems to dictate your intentions lie elsewhere.

[he doesn't blink, but there's a hardness that starts to fill the image of his eyes.]

[reversemole]

When you phrase it like that, it sounds like I've been conspiring with the United Earth.

( here, he almost looks mordant. even though this method of communication brought with it the comfort of remaining undetected by anyone who happened to be searching the surrounding area, it fails to remove the bigger concern: that this stranger had an interest in exposing him to... whomever would listen on either side. and that was more than inconvenient. )

[firstroar]

[a hand lifts, palm up – a level, conversational gesture that almost doesn't blend with the stony, unmoving expression the apparition wears.]

Sounds can deceive. Actions, too. [the hand draws toward himself, fingers curling in.]

What do you mean by doing this? [there's a worried tremble in the "voice" that doesn't match the expression.]

gomen ˘︹˘

[reversemole]

( he knows. he's fully aware of the superficiality behind words and actions; it's these very same lapses he has learned to taken advantage of, skew to his liking.

Know it and live it. and he continues to meet his gaze, making slow distance between them using the pith of his fingertips against a supporting wall. his feet can't make contact with the ground. I only want to see the whole picture with my own eyes.

by golly if it isn't apparent he's trying to stop thinking about thinking right about now. )

shh pats u its ok

[firstroar]

No matter who is harmed along the way?

[Blue's expression gives very little away, just a placeholder of a face. it's the tone, rather, that impresses meaning beyond the words.

the thing about not wanting to think on thinking is that you wind up thinking harder about the things you don't want to be thinking about at all.]

[reversemole]

( I don't let myself be restrained by assumptions. framing these things as hypotheticals do much in fostering thick skins.

emptiness as an unavoidable byproduct, also. he can feel himself sweating. damn him.

I'd much rather see things resolved peacefully, if they can. Are you going to keep me here forever? )

[firstroar]

You could have moved at any time.

[and that's as much an indicator as anything. something to take to heart.]