Chapter 3

[thenine]

Who: OTA
Where: Quad
When: Week IV, Day VII - Week VI, Day VI
Summary: Chapter 3 prompts!
Restrictions/Warnings: Violence, blood, et cetera. For anything surpassing 'R' on a rating scale, please create your own log.
Notes: Please title your subject line in the following format -- Open / Closed | Date. OOC event information can be found here. Calendar information/dates can be found here.

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The Nine
The Company
Westies
True Leithians
Leith
Resistance
The RAC

The Nine: Promises Unmade

Using the increase in unrest, as so many opportunists do, those within the Nine who seek to pursue their own agendas - whether that be family prestige, personal gain, or systematic upheaval - will find bountiful footholds to secure their positions. Land Kendry continues to assert itself as a leader in these troubling times, with Land Derrish falling in tow. Their first target, Land Hyponia, is shaken, careful not to make any mistakes that could crumble the already cracked mortar holding them together with the nobility. Aggressive though Land Derrish may have been, their sights have moved elsewhere, now focusing on driving forward oppressive legislation to replace the Seventh Generation Accords, rather than further eroding the power of Land Hyponia. Kendry is looking to control a functioning oligarchy, not cause a war over the territory that would be up for grabs should Land Hyponia fall. With the announcement of the Seventh Generation accords confirming already widespread rumors, those within the Nine are careful to place blame for the decision on the activities of the Resistance. For many, this is a believable conclusion, as the attacks by the True Leithans shook society at its core on both Westerley and Leith. Being a radical group, their intentions have been conflated with those of the Resistance in the eyes of many. Discourse on the subject isn't uncommon, but any within the Nine who seek a different target of blame best do so quietly, as dissent from within could quickly have one labeled a sympathizer of the unjust cause of the Resistance. On the surface a harmless placating measure taken by the Nine, the new PDDs being distributed through the Quad are touted as the pinnacle of communication technology. While some higher ranking Company officials and members of the nobility may already have access to quick and reliable network connection, these capabilities are now universal with the installation of the Meshwork. The Meshwork will enable all characters to interact in real time via text, video, or voice, but it isn't without side effects. For some reason, characters who frequently use their PDDs or who are in areas of heavily concentrated network use may suffer from headaches, nosebleeds, blurred vision, and/or dizziness, with more severe side effects including temporary blindness, loss of balance, short-term memory loss, and hallucinations. Connection of these symptoms to the PDDs is not the most common diagnosis, as many think the afflictions are a result of the aftershocks of P43X.

The Company: Balancing Act

With clean up from the P43X attack not yet completed, all Company officials should expect to have no singular responsibility, and little time for sleep, as they find the expectations levied upon them to only grow. Frayed nerves can create a hostile working environment, though anyone could be on the receiving end of any outbursts. The streets have returned from their throes of death with new life, but the city's usual clamor is being overtaken by the roar of protest. Some are peaceful demonstrations; some are violent riots, every display a reaction to the repeal of the Seventh Generation Accords. …At least, that’s what it says on paper, the docket that many Company officials receive outlining simple but brutal crowd control and suppression tasks. Whether a bar has been taken over as a hub of dissent, a street corner filled with unmoving protestors, or a Company affiliated storehouse raided, there's plenty to do for those tasked with keeping the peace. You may simply wish to make arrests, or you may welcome the chance to get your hands dirty - the law is on your side, and all voices daring to oppose the order of things need silenced. Those who don't take to the streets will likely find themselves on border control duty, checking the identification and supply dossiers of all incoming and outgoing ships. No one gets in, or out, without the proper clearance. Ship-wide searches have become standard practice, producing storerooms overflowing with contraband. Some may welcome the chance for banal organization, while others may take some 'bonus compensation' for themselves. With the tightening of rules comes the increase of bribery, and Company officials looking to line their pockets will find their opportunities in surplus. Get caught, however, and there's no second-chances. Although the Company audits have concluded, tensions only grow, and anyone found helping those with diverging agendas will be punished swiftly, cast in with the rest of the dissenters.

Westies: Tidal Force

Bereavement weighs heavy in the wake of the P43X attack on Westerley. Burdened by being both the last location of infection and the last to receive medicinal aid, Westies are entrenched in the solemn task of burying their fallen while the merciless machine of the economy marches on. Whether it’s the result of a lost loved one or the continued illness of primary caretakers, the end result is the same: families all across Old Town struggle to feed their children and make ends meet. It’s always been a guiding principle of Westerley—if you can’t work, you can’t eat—but with so many who can do neither, the situation in Old Town begins to grow dire. But there’s hope, albeit in the form of a double-edged blade: with the newly distributed PDDs and Meshwork installation, nonprofit organizations are able to conduct themselves on a wider scale, drawing in more donors from outside of Westerley. While their efforts are ultimately but a drop in the ocean, the renewed spirit of community and altruism provides relief—as well as nourishment—for many who might very well die without it. That same tool which allows the people to come together is also used to rend it; rumors begin to circulate through encrypted bulletins about the emergency meeting held on (Week IV, Day VII). Some of the rumors are wild speculation and fanciful daydreams, but in the mire of them, a grain of truth slips through. The Accords have fallen, they say. Be ready. Most people disregard the rumors, writing them off as the idle machinations of conspiracy theorists. They cling to their hope that soon their children will walk a planet that is bountiful in food and sunshine, that the land promised on Leith will deliver them from the hell they current endure. It’s those people who shout the loudest when the official announcement confirms the rumor. The Accords have been repealed. (Week V, Day III) At first, protestors gather in small, grumbling groups, little more than angry drunks. But as more and more people take to the Meshwork, the wrath of the few awakens the desperation of the many, and over the course of the night, the peaceful protest swells into an unruly riot. Workers strike, but without any legal protection, they swiftly find themselves rebuked by unemployment. Now with nothing to lose and everything to gain, the riots expand, filling the streets of Old Town with anger and tension. Company personnel become popular targets, and within the next day, all travel permits to and from Westerley are temporarily revoked. The moon closes its docks in an attempt to smother the flames of the rebellion. What starts as a movement for change shifts into a violent cataclysm, homes and businesses burned down, families torn apart by dissent within and outside of themselves. The Company seems content to let Old Town destroy itself, to let them “get it out of their system”, but all too soon that stance changes as well. With the death of a distant cousin of the Derrish, Company orders shift. Lethal force is authorized, and all too eagerly, used. Once the death toll begins to climb, the protests decline. The riots soften, though they do not disappear outright. Company and Westie optimists take to podiums in a desperate attempt to bid their fellow compatriots once more into peace. But something else awakens in the fires of those riots. Something far more dangerous than the chaos of anger: something controlled, methodical. They call themselves Hyperion, and they are the new faces of the Resistance.

True Leithians: Rested Laurels

For this faction, the time to scatter is nigh. Their work is complete: the Accords are no more, and the militant leaders order the reintegration of their soldiers into civilian life. Leith’s rightful owners retain the precious land that was once threatened, and although their methods were extreme, they are justified by the end result. But while the True Leithians see this as only a rested pause in their work, their benefactors—those who provided the resource and information that allowed their wicked deeds to see fruition—see this time as the closing of a chapter. Loose ends that might later lead to Qreshi officials or even potentially the Nine themselves are dealt with severely and harshly, albeit quietly. Several prominent figures of Leith’s highest echelon of society simply disappear, and curiously, those around them don’t seem to remember that they were ever there in the first place. Their benefactors are not the only group that would see the True Leithians burn. Among the first wave of missions delegated beneath the Resistance is the assassination of known True Leithian sympathizers. Unlike the Company, the members of Hyperion are ordered to perform their tasks loudly, to send a message written in the blood of the True Leithians. The citizens of Westerley will no longer be the gutless pawns of the Quad. They will strike back, and they will uncover the source of the True Leithian’s funding and information. If the True Leithians thought themselves ruthless, they’ll soon learn a new measure of savagery when Hyperion converges on their trail.

Leith: Olive Branch

The atmosphere of Leith is one of both hope and mourning. Recovery on Leith proceeds more efficiently than that on Westerley, their infrastructure and resources better able to accommodate those that were felled in the P43X attack. But although agency has the streets of Leith cleaner and the surfaces shining, the spirit of the moon itself suffers a devastating blow in the wake of the attack, the people of Leith unprepared and unseasoned to deal with the psychological ramifications of so much death. But they are not yet hardened by the experience, drawing together in the spirit of cooperation to restore not just the physical aspects of their homes, but the mental fortitude of their people. Charity drives and galas proceed in extravagant fashion, as if by the display of their assets they might rebel against the somber circumstances on which they’re hosted. For most on Leith, the fall of the Accords arrives as welcomed news, the citizens of the moon long since opposed to sharing their land with those of Westerley. But although the sense of satisfaction with the ends is high, there’s also an undercurrent of regret for the means which provided it. Unlike the True Leithians, most of the citizens of Leith are not radical or extreme, and they offer their sympathies—but only their sympathies—to those Westies in their midst. News of the riots results in tighter security around the Westies still stationed on the moon, and for the days that the violent storm on Westerley builds, Leith in turn becomes markedly quieter and more conscientious. Moderates come together over the Meshwork and propose a Peace Summit, a meeting of both delegation and charity, once the riots and dangers of traveling have passed. The summit is sanctioned by Leithian officials, as well as the allocation of surplus resources to aid their sister moon in her recovery. While many citizens of Leith eagerly await the news of lands once lost to their families for the Accords, many more donate their time and hands as part of the newly created Good Will Corps, a coalition of both political pundits and regular people devoted to strengthening the connection between the moons rather than sowing division. Volunteers—and some individuals who are voluntold, join the Good Will Corps on a trip to Old Town where the Peace Summit is scheduled (Week VI, Day III), lending their time, their labor, and their technology as a gesture of good faith. But whether or not that’s sufficient to see the Peace Summit garner any steps towards system stability is another matter altogether.

Resistance: Sacred Grove

The people of the Quad barely have time to remove the packaging from their new PDDs before a new voice of dissent begins to worm its way down the feed. Encrypted messages, quick flashes of imagery begin appearing at random on open networks and closed channels alike, pitting the harsh realities of the suffering, suffocating Westerley against the excess and decadence on display by both Leithians and the Nine, showcasing the disparity in the starkest of lights. All of it aimed at one purpose, to spread one solemn truth: the branches of the Mother Tree are burning… and the Nine seem to be holding the matches. The name whispered, the one goading dissent, echoes through the Quad - Hyperion - followed slowly with the murmur of hope. Of an intellect so profound that not even the Nine themselves will be able to stop it. With an artful ease, this new force begins to reach out, to commandeer the discordant efforts of the Resistance and reforge it into something stronger, faster. Deadlier. It starts with a select few receiving instructions directing them to safe houses already stocked with equipment and supplies, each with tech tailored to that cell's purpose and loaded with dossiers far too complete to have been compiled by the average citizen. Some of the background information appears to come directly from the records of the Company, or the Nine themselves, while still more from planets outside the Quad. Some even hint at records long since sealed by the RAC. Nothing points to one faction over another. Nothing reveals the how or why this Hyperion has decided to play these particular cards now, but one thing is quite clear. There's a deep laid plan being set into motion, and neither the Company or the Nine will see it coming. All these leaders have to do is gather their forces...

The RAC: New Grade

The citizens of the Quad were not the only ones affected by the P43X - the upper ranks of the RAC's field agents is notably thinner - and with tensions shifting yet again between the moons, they cannot afford to be ill-prepared and understaffed. In order to bolster their ranks, the decision comes down the pipe of a new assessment system: Peer Evaluations. Many of those that have been in their current ranks - those between Levels I - III - will be eligible to receive a two-part assessment of their capabilities to operate efficiently at the next level through successful completion of live warrants. These field evaluations can be conducted by any Level IV agent and turned into Central Command for compilation and rank change approval. Unlike the lower level agents, Level IV assessments will still be conducted by RAC's Central Command, once all of the subordinate assessments have been completed and processed. These agents should take note - part of their own evaluations for Level V will be the efficiency with which they're able to evaluate those below them. During this time, warrants will still flow in and agents sent to answer - especially once the travel bans go into effect on Westerley, as those agents alone bearing active warrants will be able to enter and leave the atmosphere, though their docking point will be limited to the Prisoner Intake facilities.

Comments

[impulsors]

I don't really drink.

[ Terse -- but that's too close to an admission of something like weakness. It's the Killjoy lifestyle: you hunt, you scrawl up the report, you train, train, train, and you dig some spare hours out of the workweek to get shitfaced enough to go back to the first two things. He's already flicking James a look anyway: half-frysquint, half-mental BAC calculator. Generally speaking, people have to be pretty drunk to find Keith funny. ]

But you. . . hang out around here a lot, huh.

[rhygret]

Eh, it's alright. Honestly there's a few people I'd love to yell at in that room as well. [ A grin, because he got yo back Steph. But look at him here, offering his arm just like when they were at the club. ]

Wanna turn a few heads for fun? Not--not in a, a dating way o-or anything like that, but...I mean. Just. I could look more...approachable. And stuff.

[ totally 100% why he's doing this, no ulterior motives at all that aren't painfully see-through!! ]

[rhygret]

Heh, trust me... You don't need to tell me that. [ Rhys has used Hokk to unwind more times that should rightly be permitted. Family gatherings can be just that painful sometimes. But when you're a part of Land Kendry that's also, like. Standard. ]

I'll try and rest up. Thanks.

[rhygret]

Well...I don't know if it'll fix everything. Most people wanted to get off of this rock for a better life and repealing the Accords took that away. But if I can find a way to give some of that back to them and keep them from getting involved with that stupid Resistance? That's totally worth it.

That bunch of morons is just going to start a civil war and meltdown everything. Literally all we need to do if that happens is cut off Westerley entirely and blockade the moon. Shoot down any ships in orbit and starve them until they turn on each other.

[ Rhys shrugs, like this isn't a thing that bothers him at all. ]

It's never going to work and it'll only make them worse off.

[rhygret]

This is a delicate instrument okay? I want to make sure I get the exact data I need from this. [ Rhys taps a few more things on the scanner's screen before his cybernetic eye lights up and he starts manually sorting through the scan's information.

Since he is great at multitasking (as in, not at all), he'll move to pull a clear plastic case of corked vials and hold it out for Lavi. ]

If you're that bored you can help me out by getting some soil samples. Top soil, regolith, and saprolite. If you have a shovel that might come in handy.

[shikomizue]

[It comes as no surprise to hear such casual disdain for the plight of the Resistance from a member of Qreshi society, but Takasugi's eye does widen in genuine interest as such a violent solution is rattled off so readily.

Whether it's common chatter among those in high places, or Rhys's personal version of events, Takasugi finds the prospect rather...

ideal.

So he laughs, a chuckle too harsh to be anything false, and settles over the bar poised as if he may drape himself over it any moment.] You could be their savior, hmm? [He wonders if Rhys will think that title worth anything, as Kings so rarely trouble themselves with the opinions of insects.]

[rhygret]

[ HAHA...haaaaaa............ ]

Do you think The Company will really be okay with that? Sure I can pull some strings but it's not...like, you aren't a servant or anything like that anymore. Technically you have works and stuff. [ "Other obligations than me and I guess if you really need to be your own person that's fine but also don't?????" ]

//end on my side?

[shikomizue]

['Used hokk to unwind more than should be permitted' is called alcoholism, Rhys.

Takasugi nods in a way that evokes a bow before standing, making no haste as he rises and crosses the room towards its exit.] Aa. Rest well.

Let us know if there's anything else we can do for you. [Said with the intonation of a many pleased to provide for such a venerable guest.]

[rhygret]

W-what, me? I'm a Kendry--and, and not even an important one at that. I'm sure to practically everyone here I'm just as responsible for ruining their lives as Delle and the other Seyahs. [ Rhys scoffs with a bit of scornful laugh, but there's also a bit of...uncomfortable hope there as well.

It would sure be something for people to look up to him for a change. ]

Nothing I could ever do will change that.

[shikomizue]

[Takasugi agrees with everything Rhys says, but for one thing. His significance. He's a Kendry - and every dead Kendry is important to the Resistance.

But this one has other uses, so hearing some measure of self-awareness (truly, more than he'd ever expect) in the man's reply is reassuring.] They'd string you up without a second thought. [It shouldn't sound daunting, but Takasugi gives the threat too easily.]

Though if your idea really does come to fruition, you may be surprised how many would thank you.

[lacuscular]

[ She's trying her best here Rhys!!!! Juvia isn't that bright! ]

If they have a problem, that way Juvia will know...... They will say it immediately instead of being quiet!

[lacuscular]

You can't swallow tech.

[ Well, okay, you can, but it's always a process to get particles of her glove back from someone's gullet. Not one of her favorite things to do in the world, but after submerging so many people in her water and near drowning them, she realizes it's an almost natural occurrence. ]

My water are enhancements Juvia has obtained over the years. [ Juvia pauses, flexing her grip on the prisoner as she thinks of an easy way to elaborate on it. She wants to answer as thoroughly (and as efficiently) as possible!! ] It can suck water out of the air, and give me the potential to use it however I want.

[eggplanting]

[She links her arm with his as soon as the offer is there, leaning into him a little.]

Are you using me as the equivalent of a politician kissing a baby?

[rhygret]

Maybe a little. But it comes with some pretty great perks~ [ That last word is lilted with sing-song, and Rhys tries to focus on that rather than the happy leap he feels inside his chest when she leans into him. ]

[eggplanting]

Is it all the free drinks you butter me up with?

[What is she even being buttered up for? That doesn't make sense.]

[mayora13]

[Hijikata's 'life' outside of work is leaving a daytime soap playing in the background while he does paperwork. Meticulous and thorough, his work has never required revisions - a point of pride for the man who spent his teen years on the streets of Westerley.]

If water destroys it, then it was pretty useless in the first place. [A reassurance delivered with a deadpan voice. He may be fantasizing about the damn PDD meeting such a fate...

He snaps back to reality when ash falls from the butt of his cigarette. His stomach groans, audible but easily passed off as the wood behind his back settling. At least, he thinks so-] You do enough. [He turns to face her, a frown pressed on his lips. It's hard to argue with such dedication.] Really. If we had more people like you, we might not even need these patrols. [The riots would have been shut down days ago.]

[mayora13]

[Her implication isn't clear to him, but Hijikata dislikes it regardless. His eyes narrow and his brow knits in suspicion, the thought to question her meaning banished before it could lead to a conversation that would surely culminate in nothing but stupidity.

He's trying to get through this without wanting to bash his head against the wall.

Not that his stress is Hawke's fault (yet). Unrest on the streets means no rest for him, task after task piling up before he and his men can finish the last. Maybe, just maybe, if he delegated a little more - reached out to Killjoys more often - he'd have an easier time.

Too bad he's a control freak.

Though, if this goes well, Hijikata may consider approaching more assignments alongside the RAC.] Uh-huh. Good. [Back to business-] Do you have a holding cell on board?

[mayora13]

[Hijikata smirks - so caught up in the moment that he takes swelling pride in his own ability to get shit done.

If by that we mean piss off or terrify everyone in the building.]

Come on, come on - you want to leave, right? I know you want to leave. You've been here too long, it's time to go! [Hijikata heckles encourages each individual feverishly.

When one takes too long he slams his hand into the desk, flipping a pencil gloriously into the air.]

[brokeassgoing]

He's not even gettin' paid the slop you are and you won't let him have one tiny cigarette? YOU COMMUNISTS! SO MUCH FOR THE ENTIRE PARTY.

[they're gonna get banned aren't they

the pencil lands in a picture of one of the presidents of whatever union's there and its like clockwork or just, human decency in the face of horror: the paper starts moving]

[refactor]

[ Jack's smile quirks, and he nods in general agreement, since yeah, fair enough. Though as she elaborates more, it turns into a smile that's more impressed, and there's an easy, interested light in his eyes and his voice. He may be out of that line of work, but he's always interested in new tech. ]

Huh— That's pretty friggin' handy! Cool stuff. [ Though by his tone, that seems like an understatement, and he shrugs. ] How'd you end up with that? That sounds like some experimental kinda stuff, so they don't exactly hand those out.

[demonly]

Eh? Nuh-uh, I'm way less skinny than you cuz yer all stretched out and stuff!!

[ He does his best to dodge the poking, covering his tummy and laughing a bit as the other sighs. It sounded hard enough to be a Killjoy but he can't imagine having to only eat soba all the time on top of that too. ]

Maybe ya should like, try that trick people do for kids who don't like vegetables when they try to hide the vegetables as other dishes. But for soba! [ Is it even possible to disguise other foods as soba??? ] Do you really have to eat whatever your partner has all the time though?

reaches for...it's all good dude don't even sweat

[lacuscular]

[ He stops her moments before Juvia decides to incapacitate her own superior with her water. When Lavi successfully intervenes, and turns her Commander's attention to him, her water materializes back into its original form. Her grip on the prisoner lessens, but is still strong enough to keep the two of them in place.

A bead of sweat drops down her face, eyes moving between Lavi and his gun. At least seeing his badge makes her feel a bit easier about all this-- that at least it really wasn't a random bystander trying to help her out of a tough spot. Her prisoner, she thinks, might feel the same way despite the apparent confusion and fear on their face. It's tense, so much she can nearly feel it, as Lavi walks towards their squad's ghoulish display of power. The Company man orchestrating it all glowering behind the two of them, threatening to burst at any minute. ]

T..This man?

[ Juvia feels like she's been hit with a bucket of ice cold water. She blinks owlishly at... chicks with tricks are such a dream. Under normal circumstances, she would take more time to revel at the fact that someone just called her cool and a dream in the same sentence. Right now, she's trying to make sense of everything-- to try and not stand there stupidly over a compliment! ]

My man?

[ 'Whose man??' comes the response from the individual in her grasp. ]

If there's a possibility of a warrant, then I'm obligated to assist you in anyway Juvia can.

[ 'You are not obligated to assist anyone so long as I have orders issued!' her superior shouts, in shock, behind the both of them. Juvia smiles stiffly once she makes eye contact with the man behind Lavi before focusing her attention back on the killjoy before her. ]

[lacuscular]

.....Work?

[ It was all fun and games until he actually asked where she got it. Juvia felt, for a few moments, good about her tech and his response. But now, there's that tell-tale sign of Juvia's inability to think of words and how to form sentences-- that awkward smile.

There's just, no way in her life that she will tell him, or anyone that all her tech is kind of just really illegal. ]

Someone was willing to work with me to try and come up with something I could use.. It was hard at first, with a few failed attempts, but the last model is the one I'm wearing.

[rhygret]

Don't forget all the food too.

[ Buttered up bc she's worth it that's why ]

[eggplanting]

Oh, of course, how could I forget all the food?

[That's the best part.]