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thearena2016-05-02 04:41 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2016-05-02 04:41 pm
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In the hanging tree...
Who| All those on the liberation mission and all those being made to fight against them.
What| The Liberation of District 5.
Where| District 5.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.
Coming in from the hovercraft, soldiers will see a vast stretch of desert going on for miles and miles. Flying in during the day is ill-advised to impossible. The sunlight reflecting off the many mirrors of the solar panels makes it difficult for pilots to navigate, and even more difficult to not be seen from below. During the night, the sky is lit not only by stars, bur a massive electric plant. Peacekeepers patrol all edges and levels, inside and out. But that's not all.
A large dam pushes waterfalls through its barriers in a booming cacophony from the massive lake it all sits at the base of. Peacekeepers are patrolling here too, perhaps more thoroughly than even the electric plant. Only though the surrounding houses (all small things made of stone, tucked into the rock wall or dug into the ground, panels on the top of them all) seem to have sparse patrol. This allows some graffiti saying Make a difference NOW and Trust In a New Panem! but there's not much.
The people of this District are divided. Some dive into their houses at the sight of anyone at all. Others are already going into the fray, either to sabotage the rebels, or assist them. It can impossible to tell which is which until it's too late. Even families are divided down the middle as fathers chose one side and sons chose the other. No one from the District wants to hurt their own, but the chance is their all the same. A hint may be the humming of a tune recently played in the rebel's propaganda.
The cold of the desert can be biting for those ill-prepared. Especially by the dam, where the air is heavy with the spray of the waterfall. Everyone is wide-eyed with either fear or desperation and resignation. Everyone knows what they have to do. The question is, when it comes down to it, will any of it be worth it in the end?
The war continues, and in the back of everyone's mind is a familiar phrase; may the odds be ever in your favor.
What| The Liberation of District 5.
Where| District 5.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.
Coming in from the hovercraft, soldiers will see a vast stretch of desert going on for miles and miles. Flying in during the day is ill-advised to impossible. The sunlight reflecting off the many mirrors of the solar panels makes it difficult for pilots to navigate, and even more difficult to not be seen from below. During the night, the sky is lit not only by stars, bur a massive electric plant. Peacekeepers patrol all edges and levels, inside and out. But that's not all.
A large dam pushes waterfalls through its barriers in a booming cacophony from the massive lake it all sits at the base of. Peacekeepers are patrolling here too, perhaps more thoroughly than even the electric plant. Only though the surrounding houses (all small things made of stone, tucked into the rock wall or dug into the ground, panels on the top of them all) seem to have sparse patrol. This allows some graffiti saying Make a difference NOW and Trust In a New Panem! but there's not much.
The people of this District are divided. Some dive into their houses at the sight of anyone at all. Others are already going into the fray, either to sabotage the rebels, or assist them. It can impossible to tell which is which until it's too late. Even families are divided down the middle as fathers chose one side and sons chose the other. No one from the District wants to hurt their own, but the chance is their all the same. A hint may be the humming of a tune recently played in the rebel's propaganda.
The cold of the desert can be biting for those ill-prepared. Especially by the dam, where the air is heavy with the spray of the waterfall. Everyone is wide-eyed with either fear or desperation and resignation. Everyone knows what they have to do. The question is, when it comes down to it, will any of it be worth it in the end?
The war continues, and in the back of everyone's mind is a familiar phrase; may the odds be ever in your favor.
OTA
He's acutely aware he's supposed to be on the Capitol side, but he's not certain he cares that much anymore. The only things keeping him from turning and gunning down his supposed Capitol allies is that not all of them deserve it either as soldiers on the ground, and even moreso that he would most certainly die, leaving Jet alone. Not just to accomplish their plan, but alone in the Capitol when all their family has already gotten out. He can't do it, even under pain of... whatever extra punishment the Capitol has threatened them with this time. They seemed extra serious, for all he cared to listen.
What he can do, his own little form of nonviolent rebellion, is order the D5 workers off the dam. It makes sense from the perspective of protecting resources as the people who run the dam are the most valuable, and the lights won't go out unless the rebels actually get this far. If they do, the people will be needed to fix it provided the Capitol is able to win the battle overall. If they don't? Well, they can go back to work as soon as their workplace is no longer a warzone. It's a sad little argument, but Albert's soldiers demeanor is enough to outweigh the mousy little commander's orders and allows Albert to move out onto the dam proper to do what he's set on doing if only so the commander doesn't have to deal with his bleeding heart when - he mentally quotes - "the real fighting starts."
Which is why Albert is walking the dam's highest rungs, waving civilians off with authority that's listened to mostly in that people don't want to lose their lives for anything, much less a war they didn't ask for. He calls to each of them, no gun in sight since he doesn't need to use it on these outings any longer with his original cybernetics back. He's ceased bothering to take one.
If he ends up calling to a rebel that's managed to sneak up here, or a fellow Capitol soldier, then he won't see that until they turn around.
"Hey, you, over there..."
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Haruto might have been upset if he had genuinely gone and gotten himself spotted by the Capitol soldiers, but this was Albert. If they hadn't gone and mind-wiped him into a good conscript by now, they never would. Running into Albert on one of these missions was probably safer than whatever the mission task itself was. He'd gone and perched himself somewhere concealed and difficult to reach via his wind form, and then untransformed to save on mana until the time came for him to haul out the real fireworks.
But eh, he can get back up there again, if he has to... and another patrol isn't due for a bit, if Albert's the one making this pass. So he grins and hops down from his perch, landing a short way away from his friend. "I'd say we need to stop meeting like this, but I'm starting to enjoy it."
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"I'm not sure how much time we have, but I do want to know how you're doing over there."
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He has a vague idea of where cameras might be, but the visibility can't be that good out here with the angles and the mist. He's got the hood of his uniform up, too, more for keeping warm than anything, but if it hides his face, then good. "Me? Good as ever. The whole District? Eeeh, there was an uprising? Just a little protesting and flipping tables and threatening Coin..." He is trying to make a joke of the whole messy business, but he's aware that it's probably not working, and drops the silly grin after a moment. "...between the authorities torturing some of the Capitol hostages and a letter going around to try and convince us offworlders to get out of Panem... well. Something had to give."
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"You'd better explain in more detail."
Here's hoping I'm remembering it all right
"It was a while in coming. We didn't just wake up one day and decide to cause trouble for its own sake. The Capitolites that were tortured? Coin claimed the ones that did it were acting on their own." He exhales sharply and glances off to the side, showing how little he thinks of that. "The letter was some time after that, but from what it looked like, someone who cared wanted the offworlders to get out of the way. It said Coin didn't want us having an uprising of our own, so she made arrangements for us to all leave, though we'd have to die to do it..."
He's really not sure if he's conveying the whole thing properly, and he gives his head a shake. "...the atmosphere really hadn't improved much since you left. A lot of us were frustrated. As much as all of us want to win this, we'd like to be equals in the fight. So we did it. I don't know the details, I was too busy helping block the way, but when the dust settled, Webb was in charge."
It's cool I don't remember at this point either
If Coin wanted to have every off-worlder killed in her 'arrangements' for them to leave, then he knows they had no choice. He's glad they fought it, and this sounds like the best it could have turned out, even if it's now Webb holding the reins. He sighs and drops his arms, reaching back to run a hand against the shorter hairs at the back of his head. "I suppose that's as well as could be expected, especially if you're still organized enough to take the field. Is Webb any better?"
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Infiltration and extraction, and he tries his best to ignore the part where the extraction is far from a guarantee. They'd had it made perfectly clear that if you were going on this mission, you shouldn't expect to survive.
That doesn't matter. Sam's going to, anyway, and so is Bucky. He doesn't like Bucky being on what people are calling a suicide mission, but honestly, he'd like Bucky being anywhere else even less. At least here he can maintain a constant awareness of where Bucky is, and be ready to drop everything to get to him if he needs to. There's no way that Bucky would have agreed to let Sam go on this mission without him - and Sam needed to go, with his flight and durability, even if everything went wrong and the Capitol took everyone else out, he could at least get the bomb in and rig it to blow. They can't fail this one, not when they're so close.
But that's worse case scenario. Right now, Sam's geared up to save as many people as possible, even if it means flying them out himself. He's got his eyes on Bucky's six at all times, he's got Kate up in the air with her eyes on Clint, and both of them are looking out for any sign of Jet or Albert. It almost feels like he's got a handle on things - as best as he can - and after the mess his life has been for the last five months or so, he has to admit that feels kind of good.
When he catches the glint of metal on the damn, he automatically zooms in with his newly enhanced vision, and his breath catches a little as he realizes that it's Albert. He starts to swoop in, but catches himself and instead turns to the mental transmitter that Albert had used to communicate with him last time they saw each other - and Jet, too, back when they were still in the Capitol, though it's only looking back at it without being under the influence of drugs that he'd realized it - the one he and Clint have been practicing with.
'Albert?'
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His head snaps up, searching the skies through the mist of falling water for his brother. It doesn't bode well, exactly, that Sam is here on this mission rather than anywhere else. He can help minimize casualties, certainly, but with the rebels' attempts here having been more brutal than Albert remembers seeing or participating in during other battles, he's worried that their marching orders have turned into victory at all costs, or at least at the cost of the expendable off-worlders, as Coin seemed to have wanted from the start.
Finally he catches sight of a glint of metal off of airborne wings. He doesn't wave, but there's a particular way in which his shoulders ease and his expression grows slightly softer that shows he's pleased to see his friend.
'How are you holding up? You sound better than when I saw you last.'
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'Hell yeah. Had some time to get my head back on straight. Well. A little less crooked, anyway.'
His first instinct is to warn Albert to get away, to tell him that there isn't long before they blow the dam along with whoever's on it, but he hesitates. Sam hates that he has to, but he doesn't know what the Capitol's using to make Albert stay on their side. They could have an ear on him, or they could have gotten into his head the way they'd almost gotten to Sam's. He can't risk endangering the mission until he knows for sure.
'They gonna be on you if they see you consorting with a rebel? I don't think I can circle around here long enough to fill you in without drawing attention to myself.'
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He glances around, and then up at Sam again, shaking his head. 'It's too misty up here to see and too loud to be overheard. The unit I'm assigned too is down below to face the majority of combat and stay near our extraction point regardless.
Why he's not down there isn't only his private rebellion to save lives, but also for opportunities like this. He needs to catch up, exchange information on what's going on for both sides, who they can trust, and similar things. As for the inkling of the plan he has with Jet, he's not sure he should divulge that just yet. They're not sure if they can pull it off, in any case.
'You're safe to land, at least for the moment. Who knows how long the dam will last.'