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A Very Public Feed, Broadcast As Urgent Open Immediately To All Jogrmund Staff

[the feed opens on Saturday’s wide and glacial grin.]

[the camera pans around, showing the open FOX coffins and the empty, staring bodies within. It lingers pointedly on the children. Saturday speaks over it.]

So, guys, this is how they make FOX. They take people, people like you - from the livable zone, from the settlements, from people who cause trouble or get in their way - and their cut their brains out. Make them living dead. Stuff flows in - [she pans up to the tangle of tubes, focusing on the inflowing Stuff] - but since there’s no mind, it can’t turn into anything. No dreams, no fears, no hates or loves or desires. It becomes FOX. [focus on the outflow]

[she resumes steering the camera around, lingering on the slack faces of the victims in their coffins.]

These are people from your world. Your people. Your children. Jorgmund is consuming them, and for what? To preserve a scrap of a dead world by killing its future!

[the camera flies by a row of child-sized coffins]

Is that worth this? Would you rather kill children then learn to live in a new world? ‘Cause you can live in it.

[the camera finally turns away from the coffins, back to her face. Her gaze is solemn and sincere, almost pleading]

You can. Not like you did before. In a new way, maybe a harder way at first, but you can live in this world. You’ve seen that people can. All you gotta do is not be afraid of things being new and different. Having to learn new things, maybe start over from scratch a couple places - is that really the worst thing that could happen? Worse than this?

[the camera’s pulled back a little as she speaks; when she gestures, you can see the horror at her fingertips]

Even if every single human fucks it up an’ everyone dies, wouldn’t you rather go out - not having been part of this? You do have the power to stop it. You are Jorgmund - not the executives, not the shareholders.

[the camera pulls farther back as she spins, pacing towards the audience, direct and fearless and imploring]

You, the people who run and guard the Rig, who clean the offices, who file the paperwork. You soldiers, you engineers, you secretaries, you janitors and middle managers. You have the power here. If you want this to stop, then stop it. Everything Jorg has, you gave it. Take it back, and make a better future.

Or don’t. But now you know the truth.

[She points at them, brandishing a finger like the judgment of god]

So pick a side.

[end transmission]

[[ooc: characters can and should do locked discussions here so plotting is in one place]]

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This was a mistake.

You made the mistake. We will be correcting it. Make peace with your choices.

[Saturday spares a moment in the chaos of her fighting retreat for this one post in particular]

Eat my ass, you psycho mind-control bitch!

[the joy in her face is exactly that of a child causing chaos at school, knowing full well what the consequences will be - but for this one glorious, soaring moment, anarchy reigns]

Edited 2021-09-07 03:20 (UTC)

[The camera goes funny.]

[It's not the way that tech goes funny around Saturday. No gremlins here. It's just that the camera isn't entirely certain what to do with the red in black of Remy's eyes. Especially as his eyes provide a bit of their own light. So things are a little weird.]

[But there's no mistaking that burning red in black. Or the background sound of cards shuffling.]

Mais oui, mademoiselle, I 'gree. Dere has definitely been a mistake. But yous de ones dat's made it.

[The shuffling stops as he raises his hand, the Ace of Spades between his fingers.]

Looks t' me like de consequences of y'r actions are comin' home t' roost, Celeste.

[When K shows on screen, several minutes after Celeste, he looks extremely anxious. Distant gunfire can be heard in the background.]

Hi, hey, so there's a problem? Most of the staff is freaking out over...over that horror. And because everyone's pretty much incandescent with rage and most of the staff plan to tell everyone in the Livable Zone about FOX, Jorgmund is trying to get rid of the witnesses.

All the witnesses.

The Katiris still apparently have some heavy duty weapons on board, so they're trying to hold them off, but Jorgmund is directing their liquidation teams to attack everyone.

We need your help. Please.

Edited 2021-09-07 03:06 (UTC)

It's only a matter of time before someone hits the killswitch on us.

Cammie, Carolina, where are we on the control room? Get the leash off me and there won't be any Jorgmund execs left to give orders.

[She's in a bad mood, okay.]

[ Cammie appears on the network of her own accord for the first time since she started working on the collar problem, waving the clicker Carolina got her around in a way that absolutely risks accidentally depressing the button. She does not seem to care. ]

Where we're at is that I blocked the signal—right on fuckin' time, apparently! It's only temporary, mind, but it buys us some time. So go wild! Ye all free to fuck some shite up or help stop the fuckin' massacre that's apparently about to happen 'cause their sick shite's been exposed—

[ Why is it always people? Nemesis was a torture brain in a monster mecha, and everyone's heard the rumours that the Union uses people they consider disposable as batteries. Why is it always people? ]

—but we still need to get to the control tower and enter the deactivation codes or it'll just turn back on and then we're all fucked. Cannae say I actually... know for sure how much of a window we actually have... but... whatever, look, point is, we got temporary freedom, but we gotta move and we gotta move now.

I can hit the control tower, but I'd prefer not to do it alone.

[Calling Team Murder.]

The K we didn't accidentally murder says can get us into the labs, which leaves us with only one door we've got to brute force.

Want me to come along, or shall I go be large and distracting somewhere else?

We only have this one shot. I want all the backup I can get.

Fun times. Consider my teeth, claws, and supernatural healing to be at your disposal.

I'll send any of ye that are making for the lab the codes you need to enter to deactivate the system. I'm totally useless in a fight, I'd only hold people back comin' myself.

[ And she will. Kerrigan and Stacia, and anyone who volunteers to help after this, will get the deactivation codes sent in an encrypted message. ]

Go give 'em hell.

Count me in.

Oh mother fuck. I don't suppose any of the people on the chopping block can get us into the shock collar control room? Or is willing to flip the switch to get us off Jorgmund's leash? Because we're not going to be able to help as dead bodies.

I can at least get you into the lab. That means you only have to brute force the door to the array.

Edited 2021-09-07 03:45 (UTC)

We'll take any unlocked doors you can give us, K. Thank you.

Edited 2021-09-09 16:27 (UTC)

Just point me to the worst of it. Jorgmund will have a much harder time of things if their weapons don't work.

I'm metallokinetic, by the way. I always was. There just wasn't a great time to bring it up until now.

Don't know about the rest of you, but if the fucking collars are down? I'm going for my gear.

[ She's... honestly probably already on the move, going by how the audio sounds. ]

I'll feel much fucking better about holding off these 'liquidation squads' with armour plating and a fucking weapon.

I'll come with you. Will feel a lot more useful with somethin' sharp in my hands.

[The sooner he can get his weapons, the sooner he can get to Saturday.]

Count me fucking in. I've got some shivs and a gun that makes people dance, but I want my fucking knives back.

A gun that makes people—

[ What the fuck is with this place, seriously. ]

The more of us down here the better, we still gotta fuckin’ force our way through and it’ll be easier to fuckin’ hold it long enough for people to reclaim their shit.

…I hope some unarmoured fuckwit tries to hit me after I get my suit on. Someone always thinks they can go toe-to-toe with power armour.

[ Which, generally, they really fucking can’t. ]

We'll have explosives. Should be enough to clear a path or bust open the door.

[Guts has been waiting very patiently to blow some shit up, and it seems like it's now or never.]

And if either of you are feelin' brave, there's this... drink. Supposed to make you grow some kinda bug armor with magic.

Lemme know if you gonna need more 'splosives. I can make dat happen.

We might need that to break into the control room. ...The explosives, not Guts's magic bug juice.

[Kerrigan refuses to drink the magic bug juice.]

We need to coordinate. You think you can deliver gear from storage to the control tower? The hand-to-hand combatants like Stacia and me can take the lab and hold it until you get there.

Can do dat. Gonna need more cards, anyway.

[Has Kerrigan seen what Remy can do? Because, yeah. He's going to need everything he can throw at it.]

[She has not. She raises an eyebrow at the seeming non sequitur, but everyone here has weird skill sets.]

If someone could grab my kit and bring it along, that'd be great. I can take stuff off Jorg's thugs as a stopgap, but their gear is junk.

[Not everyone can be an elite assassin from the 26th century, Sarah.]

Bien sûr. We can get dat.

Anyt'in' dat ain't useable, I can do somet'in' wit'. Dat's my powers. Can make anyt'in' go boom.

[Because 'makes small, handheld objects everybody's weakness' is actually in his skill set.]

It sounds like he’s got you covered. I’ll send any extra bombs your way.

Once you’re done busting that room, I might end up needin’ your help for some gear of mine. The psychic kind.

[Guts preemptively asking for aid?? That’s new.]

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