(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

Restoration Team, Assemble!

[shelkethetransparent]

[She couldn't hide her relief when the gravity came back on. She'd been working on whatever was wrong with the network since it had gone down, but it was difficult to do much of anything when you couldn't sit down or hold anything still or not constantly feel like you were going to throw up.]

[Weightlessness was not her forte, it seemed.]

[But once it was back up, she'd scrounged up access to the system, sat down in an available corner, and began trying to figure out why it was down. Software wise, that wasn't too difficult, it was just a matter of tracking down where the program had been altered or corrupted or deleted and restoring it.]

[Of course, anyone else trying to do the same thing would be able to track her down...]

[bodilesswarrior]

[Oh, I'll show you Batfamily.

It's not her main motivation, of course, and she's more amused than irritated, but it's certainly in her thoughts as she navigates the network - or, rather, its skeleton. She needs to figure out what's broken and fix it, put the pieces back in their proper places.

It's not long before she notices someone else doing the same thing.]

[shelkethetransparent]

[Shelke frowns when she moves to fix a section of damaged programming and discovers someone else already has. It had been damaged moments before and now it...wasn't. Hmm. A quick check of the next few sections on her list find them repaired as well. Someone else was doing this, and they were at least as good at it as she was.[

[Another moment or two, watching sectors repair, and she stands up, the terminal held in one hand as she starts through the he section of the base she can access, glancing from the network repairs to the people she sees. Whoever is doing this has to be using a terminal also, and with the network down, that meant anyone she finds on another machine is the likely culprit...]

i'm sorry NO NOTIFS

[bodilesswarrior]

[Barbara hasn't moved from her own terminal; chances are high, she thinks, that her surprise ally will find her. For once, she's okay with that.

She glances up when she sees someone approach, arching her eyebrows.]

it is okay.

[shelkethetransparent]

[Shekel probably did not look like someone who should have been doing what she had, barely three and a half feet tall, looking about nine, dressed in a pair of brown shorts and a pink T-shirt. But her softly glowing blue eyes were probably a clue. And the terminal she was carrying.]

[When she spots the woman on her own terminal she hesitates, her eyes slightly narrowed, before she approaches. How to ask...]

Were you attempting to repair the network?

[Her voice is flat, almost emotionless, though there is a hint of curiosity.]

i always find it ironic when i have computer/internet problems

[bodilesswarrior]

[Her lips quirk, just a little. Way to put it right out there - but then, it's better that they don't waste any time.]

I was, yeah. Am.

[Her eyes narrow, just slightly, as they assess the girl. (But then, she might be older than she looks; it can be hard to tell at home, never mind here.)]

I'm guessing you were, too?

it is universal karma for babs.

[shelkethetransparent]

Yes.

[Another pause. Whoever had damaged the system could be using repairing it as a guise to keep tabs on it. But the woman Had fixed some sections of it.]

We would be more efficient if we were not attempting to repair the same sections at the same time.

you break the internet ONE TIME

[bodilesswarrior]

[The smile deepens.] Probably, yeah.

[She gestures to the terminal beside her.] What have you done already?

oops?

[shelkethetransparent]

[Another thoughtful pause before she steps forward. She has to stand on her toes to examine the other redhead`s screen, but finally she indicates what she had already worked on with one finger before she steps back.]

[bodilesswarrior]

[A slight nod, and she shifts her focus somewhere else. She looks perfectly at ease as her fingers fly; this is her element, this is what she's been missing, even craving.]

You've done good work, so far. [Most times, she'd go back and check, but she's already seen it's not necessary.]

[shelkethetransparent]

Of course.

[Shekel doesn't do modesty. After a moment though...]

Your own work has been acceptable.

[bodilesswarrior]

[Amusement flashes in her eyes. It reminds her, a little, of Bruce's high praise.]

Thank you.

[She's no more modest than Shelke; she knows damn well how good she is.]

I'm Barbara, by the way.

[shelkethetransparent]

[A faint nod at the thanks, but nothing else. As Barbara works, Shelke looks around before sinking down against the wall with her terminal in her lap. She looks up when the woman speaks again, her head tilting slightly to the side.]

I am Shelke.