(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

[boughtabookstore]

[ She glances at him, at the papers, and then sets down her tablet and centers her attention completely on him. ]

Good news would make my - five minutes. What have you got?

[reversemole]

Here, ( the offer is concise as he slides the papers onto the desk. ) Take a brief look-though. Anything I say will make more sense afterwards.

( there is some sense in waiting to mention infiltrating the mutineer troop when the rebound was still young and suspicions were still high-strung. for now, he'll wait. )

[boughtabookstore]

[ She shuffles through them, clearly skimming to save time and looking slightly more confused as she reads. ]

Okay. Explain.

[reversemole]

( boy. was that a loaded request. )

How willing are you to believe I've gained these people's trust?

[boughtabookstore]

Is there a reason I shouldn't be willing to believe that?

[ She doesn't mean it, really, is just tired and not willing to play games. ] Tell me what you know.

[reversemole]

( he can sympathize, at least from a purely removed standpoint. if she had no time for gilding the lily, he won't dawdle any longer. )

Frazer and Cutter have split around twenty Transports into four different teams. They go by the codenames Arrow, Blitz, Charm, and Delta. Their responsibilities are listed. ( here, he pulls out the small communications radio, no longer of any use to him, and sets it on her desk. ) You can track transmissions from those responsible for the lighting and door malfunctions through this. They tend to communicate at seven hour intervals, never longer than five minutes at a time.

And, ( there was one more thing. a bit of a downer, but important nevertheless. ) The Transporter Room is well barricaded. I don't know if you know of Seviilia, but she's capable of freezing anything in her path. She's among a larger number of combative Transporters guarding Charm inside.

[boughtabookstore]

[ She absorbs all of that, picking up the radio and considering it for a long moment. Damn. ]

That's thorough. Anything else you think would be important?

[ A hesitation, and then she sighs. ] Do you have any names?

[reversemole]

It looks like they're intent on using violence as a last resort. I wouldn't charge inside armed to my teeth, unless you're looking for a fight.

( that's hardly a lie, too. when the truth just happens to save one, two, or twenty asses, there's no need for fabrication. )

Nothing you're not already aware of, I'm sure. If you listen closely to the radio, you should be able to pick up a few familiar voices.