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

[wheyoftheadept]

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

Good morning, Jorgmund!

[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]]

Comments

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[runes_brand]

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

[ownperson]

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. ]

[garmr]

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.

[kingofneworleans]

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

[zerg_rush]

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.

[kingofneworleans]

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.]

[zerg_rush]

[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.]

[kingofneworleans]

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.]

[garmr]

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.]