(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

[gevurah]

[ It is difficult to maneuver around a large cat-like creature and small corridors in spite of her years of training. She hasn't had enough time to get used to fighting on the moon base, conveyed through narrowly dodging gunfire. Her fingers slip around her throwing blades, unsheathing them from her gauntlet and boomeranging them toward Charr's face, aiming for just above her eyes to obscure her vision. ]

Rude.

[encharrneered]

[ Super rude.

Rinth only has seconds to choose which way she wants to go to avoid getting a knife to an eye. Throwing herself backwards would take too long, so it's forward, full bore! She drops the guns in the process of falling on her hands while going forward.

It doesn't mean she avoids the knives, but with her head suddenly lower than before, one slices uselessly through her mane and the other one nicks the part of her head where horn meets flesh. That draws blood, but that really only makes a charr mad.

In the next seconds after that, Rinth is charging at Kate once again, keeping to the ground and coming in low rather than trying to leap at her this time around. ]

[gevurah]

[ No matter how durable she's become, it still rattles her brain to be bowled over by the large feline. She slips backwards against the hard, cold floor, the back of her head smacking hard against it. Her vision blurs momentarily, but reflex is already on the defense. Her legs kick forward to flip Charr over if she needs to.

Even the humans have tricks up their sleeves. ]

[encharrneered]

[ Momentum is more than enough to move the weight of the charr, which leaves Rinth being flipped right back off of Kate almost as soon as she's landed on her. There's a loud thud, the floor trembling with the impact.

Human she may not be, but her kind are just as liable to get the wind knocked out of them, so she's left struggling for a few seconds here.

Now it's just a race to see who gets back up first. ]

[gevurah]

[ It's a scramble alright, but Kate manages to shoot up to her knees, one pressed to the floor and the other foot helping her sit up. She pulls forth the small gun from her belt, the pepper gas gun, and fires. ]

We're wasting time.

[ "You're wasting my time." Is what it really sounds like. ]

[encharrneered]

[ And Rinth is scrambling to turn over and lever herself back up turning just in time to catch the ammo from the gas gun right in the face at the midway point. The gas that bursts out into the open around her is more than enough to deal with her.

Eyes plus that sensitive nose?

She's back down on the floor immediately, clutching at her face and making such a caterwaul over it! ]

why the hell have i been referring to rinth as charr this whole time

[gevurah]

[ A quiet "hmph" follows as she tucks her pepper gun back into her belt. She has the small spray to neutralize the gas and allow Rinth to both breathe and see properly again, but she doesn't make a move for it just yet.

She rises and slowly walks toward the charr, towering above her like a hunter who's succeeded in trapping its prey. ]

Stand down.

because she is so damn charr that is confused you

[encharrneered]

[ Like hell!

Which she might have yelled in response had everything not been feeling like, well, burning. Instead it's all just growling and lots and lots of other angry noises. It doesn't quite stop her from lurching halfway up from the floor again to take a blind swipe in front of her, either.

It's a last ditch effort to try and keep fighting, but she can't tell where Kate even is and, so, her aim is off. ]

[gevurah]

[ She takes a step back to err on the side of caution, watching the struggle. ]

Now I can neutralize the gas or I can take my leave.

[encharrneered]

[ Missing, she falls back over, catching herself on the same arm that went out for the swing and a miss. Once down again, she stops, panting from air, and considers. Being left like this would leave her helpless...

Wouldn't it just be her luck of another human came along to shove a sword between her ribs?

So Rinth remains down, head bowed and tail, which had been lashing furiously before, stilled. She's still focused on breathing, so non-reaction will have to be Kate's answer. ]

[gevurah]

[ With caution, she moves closer to the large charr and bends over, nimble fingers procuring the small, black canister. It's not a pleasant solution as Kate sprays her in the face, but in about a minute she'll feel the full effects of it.

Kate moves back from her just as soon as she's done being merciful. She doesn't want to be near those fangs or claws once she's regained her senses again. ]

We're not killing anyone. Those people need to be stopped, but if you maul them I will turn you into a coat.

[encharrneered]

[ Yeah, from the noises of disgust she makes, she doesn't find it pleasant in the least. It's what works, though, and so she won't complain. Rinth remains bowed down a moment longer, waiting to make sure it's all over and done, then she looks up, eyes narrowed and lips drawn back in a toothy grimace.

She's been beaten. All that's left is to relent. ]

Fine. They live, for now. [ She slowly moves to stand up. ] But if they cause more trouble, they're all out of chances.

[gevurah]

[ There's a slight temptation to condescend Rinth, but she restrains herself as she pockets away her canister and begins to walk away from the charr. ]

So will you.

[ It's a threat she can't actually make good on, but she can pretend. ]