exsilium | 008 ↔ video & text; mutiny day 2, 1545hrs

[Saul would've come to the network sooner, but his earpiece picked something up not long after the network came back online.

So, he waited.

And waited.

And now, he thinks, is as good a time as any for this broadcast.

He's seated in DITR's office; the interior looks much the same as any other bedroom on the base, but in lieu of the beds, there's a medium-sized desk. This is where he's perched in his usual pose with elbows on his knees, hands folded, leaning forward just slightly and addressing the camera — which someone else is holding — with an expression so grim it somehow almost seems amused.]

This is not how you get what you want.

[A pause. He appears thoughtful for a moment, then waves a dismissive hand at nothing and smooths down his tie.]

I mean, sure, it must've sounded great in theory. And I'd bet any amount of money that you all thought you had your bases nice and covered, buuut —

[Tch.]

Looks like maybe not, if the network being back online is any indication. Hi, by the way. Are you having fun yet? Because that whole lack of gravity thing — man, that was a blast. I'm just wondering, you know, if this is gonna work in your favor the way you'd all hoped. Messing with the systems is all well and good and yeah, okay, we get your point: you're mad as hell and not gonna take it anymore. Fine.

But I think — and this is just my lawyerly opinion — you're gonna have a hell of a time dealing with the fallout from this. And I promise you, Charlie, there will be fallout. Civilized fallout, of course, assuming no one gets hurt. I'll keep my promise if you keep yours.

[He grins, then winks.]

Anyway, I dunno about everyone else, but I'm waiting with bated breath for your next move. And if you need anything from us —

[A quick sweep of his arm to indicate the entirety of the room and, with it, the entirety of DITR's staff. Whatever anger he's been keeping at bay finally seeps through, Saul's eyes narrowing for the split second it takes him to say:]

Good fucking luck.

[And off goes the video feed.]

*

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[ And with much growling: ]

Not to you people, if that's what you think.

The charr have no love for traitors. Worse, they might break the damn transporter and I'm in no mood to be trapped in this hole of a base forever, much less to deal with a repeat if they care to try again.

Man, I hear you. That'd be just terrible. I don't want to be stuck here either. So I guess we better give them a reason not to break it, huh?

And they wouldn't be able to break anything as corpses. Funny how that works.

Yeah, but they're pretty close to stuff that can be broken. Probably they can smash it before they get turned into corpses.

Nah. They wouldn't do it on purpose. On accident because they don't know what in the mists they're doing, definitely, but stranding themselves here by design?

Even humans can't be that stupid.

Anyone who gets desperate gets stupid. And funny thing about talk of corpses: it tends to make people desperate.

If talk is all it takes to get them to shit themselves stupid, we're already out of luck.

Alas. Poor us. So let's try to deal with those odds stacked so nastily against us, shall we?

I will, but my way. Yours is slow.

Mm, maybe. But what's wrong with slow, if you know it'll work? It's faster to hit someone with a lump of metal than to forge it into a sword to fight them, but I'm sure you'll agree that the latter is better than the former.

I might agree if the situation didn't feel so time sensitive. How much on and off can the systems up here even handle?

It's a good question. But is you wanting to kill them really about that?

[ A snort. ]

Enough a part of it to matter.

Oh, I don't know. You were talking about hating traitors. That was your main focus.

And? I already told you charr do not tolerate traitors. It weakens the whole.

How are they traitors?

Edited (dammit enter key) 2013-11-18 01:51 (UTC)

A small group going rogue and putting the rest in danger, for their own selfish reasons, against the will of many? How aren't they traitors?

But that's not even close to what a "traitor" is. I mean, not to quibble, but...Actually, no, totally to quibble; I'm a lawyer, so that's what I do.

Then you better check your definitions. They went renegade and that makes them traitors.

[ Lawyer, though. At that, she scoffs. ]

Lawyer? Sounds like a human thing.

[ Therefore inferior. ]

Okay. Renegade from what? Because last I checked, they never swore loyalty to the people who brought them here. Who, might I add, never asked permission.

If that were the case, you lot wouldn't be getting your tails in a knot over it. These people were your people, they went renegade from you. Whatever you call yourselves.

[ Transports or something! ]

Or am I reading this wrong? That none of you are any sort of allied force at all?

[Her voice now is firm.]

No. Not at all. None of us have oaths to anyone else.

So I guess that means open season on every last one of you untrustworthy slabs of meat instead.

[ This will be her last reply. The long-winded debating is just eating up the time she could be using to crack doors open. ]

Excuse me?

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