(OPEN | Mutiny Log) Well it's been so long

[alittlesweptup]

Date & Time: Nov. 16 ~0300 through Nov.19th ~0230hrs, 3133
Location: Housing, Cafeteria, VR rooms, hallways etc (read: everywhere)
Characters: YOU!
Summary: Mutiny on the moon base! Vital systems are offline, mutineers are making PA announcements, and there’s conflict and turmoil brewing in the halls. Dun dun duuun!
Warnings: None yet (possible violence?)
Notes: Specify a date and location in your top comment. You may specify multiple dates/locations. A timeline for the plot and the IC PA announcements made during are available HERE.

[In the dead of night - or as close to ‘the dead of night’ as is possible to have in moon base - a small group of transports finally make the move they’ve been planning for weeks. Pre-determined teams, maintaining radio contact throughout, simultaneously take control of the Transporter Room and take multiple systems offline.

One moment things are normal; they next, they’re not. With a last message flagged as ‘maintenance’ left on the network, the network cuts out. A moment later, Transports across the base find themselves losing contact with the ground or shifting in their sleep and gently floating out of their beds from the force as the gravity drops. Lighting flicks over to emergency only: bathing corridors and rooms in a desolate, lonely red. Doors work - and then they don’t. Transports will find themselves confined to housing (and washrooms), the VR rooms, and the cafeteria; it’s plenty of space to be comfortable and largely covers most Transport’s basic needs (unless you’re fond of cheery light or having your feet on the ground in which case you may be out of luck).

Hours later-- 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.

Near the end of the first day, gravity regulation is re-established. The network is brought back online the following day, allowing everyone to communicate more freely. Lighting doesn’t come back online until the 18th and the door regulation isn’t normalized or operable until the 19th. Throughout the four days, the mutineers make multiple PA announcements.

In the mean time? Keep your friends close, come to the aid of your neighbors; help with reconnaissance and choose sides - are you neutral in this mess? Are you trying to help bring systems back online and root out the mutineers? Are you sympathetic to the mutiny and trying to sabotage those Transports standing for the Initiative?]

Comments

[alittlesweptup]

For you-- [He motions to all three of them, likely meaning more that just the Initiative employees in this immediate room.] --to make a deal with us. And to show the rest of those wankers who've been sitting on their hands, throwing parties and going on missions for soap, that they're being bloody idiots in the mean time.

[He moves in closer by a few paces - brow drawn low but the line of his mouth easy. See, they can be friends here.] So you make us a promise that the Initiative'll honor about letting us help run this show from now on - not just here on the moon -, and we'll all be out of here in no time at all and get down to what actually matters: getting the hell off this rock.

[the_array_team]

[He glances sideways at Lowell, then back at Richard.]

So, sos were clear here. You got an idea, an' you couldn't convince no one it were a good one. Didn't fucking submit it or try talkin' with us normal like.

An' we're t'carry it out for ya, and then t'be promisin' you we can make our bosses bow t'ya later for it. Give ya a seat at the table cuz of t' gun you got right now.

That the skinny?

[alittlesweptup]

Honestly? [He tips his head, expression open. He even goes so far as to throw out a slight grin, though not one that's exactly sincere.] That's pretty damn close, except for the gun bit. You're supposed to give us a place at the table because we've got this.

[Meaning: the transporter.] Because if the past year's taught me anything, it's that guns don't mean shit here, mate.

[the_array_team]

You aint thought this out for shit.

[alittlesweptup]

[There goes the grin.]

You know what I have thought out? The part where there's twelve of you lot and hundreds of us. [Charlie Cutter's a big man and he's made a profession of looking it when he wants to.] But you know what Transports have picked to do with that? They've fortified a position that's too vulnerable to hold, gone running about picking up luxuries, and taking vacations instead of doing what ought to be done. You twelve may be happy to work with us if we ask nicely, I get that. But asking nicely doesn't get the hundreds of them to agree on anything.

This is as much about putting pressure on them as it is on the Initiative.

[hyanaimne]

[she can hear two conversations going on and one of them isn't going all that great. So, that's why she hooks an arm through Charlie's and drags him off this way]

A moment, dear.

[the_array_team]

[He'd lifted a hand, expression turned to a wry, humorless twist...


And just slowly drops back to the desk, watching Tempest retreat with Charlie.]

[alittlesweptup]

[Oh come on, Tempest. He was proving a bloody point here. But Charlie - reluctantly - allows himself to be drug away. For all he knows, she's got some issue with her magical barrier nonsense or something.

DON'T THINK THIS IS OVER, DUDE.]

[hyanaimne]

[or it could be a word she doesn't understand! So many possibilities!

She tugs him behind something, because even Tempest isn't mean enough to hit someone in front of everyone else, especially someone who was leading this whole damn thing.

She then turns to him, and very swiftly smacks him in the back of the head]

[alittlesweptup]

[Though the hissed 'fucking hell, woman!' that earns is probably audible anyway; it's not exactly a massive room.]

What was that for? [He growls, voice pitched low.]

[hyanaimne]

Please, I did not hit you that hard. [did she? She has no idea]

[alittlesweptup]

[Doesn't mean he can't bitch about it.]

How's your barrier thing?

[hyanaimne]

Up and running, as they say. [she reaches up to rub at the side of her head] I've a bloody headache, but other than that.

Anyone who tries to teleport in will end up across the base instead.

[alittlesweptup]

Good. [He nods, more to himself than anything, before he reaches out: catches her shoulder and squeezes it.] Seriously, well done.

[Now if only this whole ordeal hadn't just gotten a little more complicated. He drops his hand away, shooting a glance back in the direction of the Initiative employees. The room seems that much smaller.] So it looks like this is going to be harder that I thought.

[He crosses his arms tightly across his shoulder, bulky shoulders rounding. Apologies aren't really his thing, but this almost seems to warrant one.]

[hyanaimne]

[she smiles, briefly, at the praise and the shoulder squeeze. She's glad she's at least managed that. She crosses her own arms, the chill of the room starting to get to her, and glances over at the Initiative employees.

Harder? This was going to end up being a damn mess. She'd never had to deal with holding hostages before, and she was not the kindest, when someone ran their mouth. But she'd try, at least for this.

She leans close and nudges gently with her elbow]

Perhaps, but we have made it this far, yes? At the very least, you have made your desires clear. Now we simply have to wait.

[alittlesweptup]

[He huffs out a low noise, looking back to her. She's not wrong.] Yeah alright, fair enough.

[Wait. He can do waiting - he's had a bloody year to practice at it.]

[hyanaimne]

I hope you brought some entertainment.

[it's a weak attempt at lightening the mood]