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thearena2016-01-25 04:20 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thearena2016-01-25 04:20 pm
They strung up a man they say who murdered three.
Who| All those on the liberation mission and all those being made to fight against them.
What| The liberation of District 8.
Where| District 8.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.
District 8 is a dirty district. That's one of the first things you notice as you step out. District 13 was underground, but the filtered air was clean, at least. And the air outside of it was crisp and clear. But here? The air is weighed down with pollution and smog. For those perceptive individuals, there's a tension in the air, as well. A feeling that something soon was going to snap.
The woman in charge is wrapped up in various bits of garments that had probably been colorful at one time. But she carries herself with an absolute air of authority, and the way she speaks is crisp, knowledgeable. This is Commander Paylor, and she's quick to order around the new people, let them know what the situation is as she takes them to their current hideout.
Paylor tells them that District 8 had been one of the first districts to openly rebel against the Capitol, but District 13 hadn't been able to send aid until now (and she doesn't sound particularly impressed by this). As they walk, there's graffiti over the walls--the phrase 'Mere'lin' is repeated in multiple places not to mention such phrases as From ev'ry mountainside Let freedom ring, so we can go home, for peace, and we are already free.
This District will be one of the most enthusiastic to see the rebels. The people of District 8 are ready and willing to get started, almost bloodthirsty in some regards when it comes to taking out the Capitol. They were among the first to rebel, and they're eager to see their efforts finally be rewarded.
The majority of the pro-Capitol forces there are either peacekeepers, or the wealthy, some even Capitolites who had moved to District 8 to own factors and take advantage of the loopholes extended to Capitolites. They hold the wealth and power of the district, and they're frustrated and angry that their workers have decided to try to rebel against them--and that the Capitol isn't helping to what they feel is its peak capacity.
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 8.
Where| District 8.
When| This week.
Warnings/Notes| War, violence, death. Please warn for more in headers.
District 8 is a dirty district. That's one of the first things you notice as you step out. District 13 was underground, but the filtered air was clean, at least. And the air outside of it was crisp and clear. But here? The air is weighed down with pollution and smog. For those perceptive individuals, there's a tension in the air, as well. A feeling that something soon was going to snap.
The woman in charge is wrapped up in various bits of garments that had probably been colorful at one time. But she carries herself with an absolute air of authority, and the way she speaks is crisp, knowledgeable. This is Commander Paylor, and she's quick to order around the new people, let them know what the situation is as she takes them to their current hideout.
Paylor tells them that District 8 had been one of the first districts to openly rebel against the Capitol, but District 13 hadn't been able to send aid until now (and she doesn't sound particularly impressed by this). As they walk, there's graffiti over the walls--the phrase 'Mere'lin' is repeated in multiple places not to mention such phrases as From ev'ry mountainside Let freedom ring, so we can go home, for peace, and we are already free.
This District will be one of the most enthusiastic to see the rebels. The people of District 8 are ready and willing to get started, almost bloodthirsty in some regards when it comes to taking out the Capitol. They were among the first to rebel, and they're eager to see their efforts finally be rewarded.
The majority of the pro-Capitol forces there are either peacekeepers, or the wealthy, some even Capitolites who had moved to District 8 to own factors and take advantage of the loopholes extended to Capitolites. They hold the wealth and power of the district, and they're frustrated and angry that their workers have decided to try to rebel against them--and that the Capitol isn't helping to what they feel is its peak capacity.
The war continues, and in the back of everyone's mind is a familiar phrase; may the odds be ever in your favor.
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There came a certain camaraderie with fighting alongside these men. Even if they died as easily as they were replaced, they all had names. Most of them had families, still living, somewhere in District One, or Two, or back in the Capitol proper's outlying urban areas. But then, on the other hand, they certainly wouldn't have felt the same for her in return; too often cycled out, too often with their lives spent like blood was as easy to replace as water.
You can't stay brothers with a man who spits down his nose, as they say.
So, when she sees him signal, she moves to intercept, cutting a line through the chaos, as indicated. Just one more Capitol loyalist, moving to take out a dirty rebel, right?
Right.
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"Commander Jane Shepard, correct?" he said in a hushed, desperate voice that seemed more like a cornered dog than a person. He had to be quick. He wasn't much of a man, even less without armor, but he had perseverance (or an unsettling lack of survival instincts) to back him up.
"I need to tell you something from the other side."
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Well, he'd better have something good, was all she would say about that.
"I'll listen until you're done talking; make it good."
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"There was an investigation into District Three by the rebellion a while back it seems. They found out some scientists were smuggled out of there and into the Capitol, the addresses are here," he held up an envelope for the space captain.
"They were working on something important that got destroyed in the air strike, this needs to reach the rebels in the Capitol..."
He then realized that he fell short on one key aspect. "You do with this information as you deem fit, just as long as the Capitol doesn't find out about these scientists." He doesn't want to question their value.