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exsiliumlogs2013-11-14 06:35 pm
alittlesweptup) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-11-14 06:35 pm
Entry tags:
- #plot post,
- altair ibn la-ahad (assassin’s creed),
- asch the bloody (tales of the abyss),
- charlie cutter (uncharted),
- chloe frazer (uncharted 3),
- chrysos kineas (original),
- claire farron (final fantasy xiii),
- connor (assassin's creed),
- dick grayson (dc comics),
- ella ellis (original),
- giovanni auditore (assassin's creed),
- han solo (star wars),
- hitsugaya toushiro (bleach),
- jaime reyes (dc comics),
- james bond (james bond),
- johnny d'amico (original),
- kang (dragonlance),
- kate "candy" kane (dc comics),
- koltira "sunshine" deathweaver (wow),
- luke skywalker (star wars),
- maria thorpe (assassin's creed),
- max kearney (original),
- mike ehrmantraut (breaking bad),
- pascal (tales of graces),
- peter parker (marvel 1610),
- raiden (metal gear),
- roy harper (dc comics),
- ryoji kaji (evangelion),
- seviilia brightwing (original),
- shelke rui (ffvii:doc),
- sokka (a:tla),
- soldier blue (toward the terra),
- tempest (original),
- victor sullivan (uncharted 3)
(CLOSED) My hands are tied, for all I've seen has changed my mind
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.]
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.]
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[No sooner has Connor's tomahawk met Raiden's sword than he's ducking his shoulder and launching himself into a roll right around the other man. From a kneeling position, he swings his tomahawk at Raiden's leg and then immediately he's back on his feet, dodging away from an expected retaliatory strike... and avoiding the spell cast his way in the process. He turns his head to regard Kang with a snarl. A magic lizard man and a man who seems to be more metal and armor than flesh.
Thankfully, Maria's joined the fray and... No, wait, Maria's down. Connor can only afford to shoot her a brief look of concern before he focuses his attention back on the two he's dealing with.]
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Raiden's eye flashes red as he powers up his chassis's combat functions and lunges towards the assassin, swinging the high-frequency blade in a wide arc towards the side of Conner's head.
It is not a blow intended to kill but if the other man doesn't act fast he might be knocked out by the flat of the sword.]
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He goes from a blur of enraged motion to a crumpled heap on the floor just like that.
Ow.]