BABY WE WERE BORN TO RUN

[maskormods]

WHO: EVERYONE
WHERE: THE STREETS OF THE CITY
WHEN: Duration of the event
WHAT: PRISONER TRANSPORT/RESCUE
WARNINGS: Violence and language likely
OOC NOTES: This is a starter log to help kick off the event. Feel free to use or post your own!

The transport process isn’t a fun one. Captured Metas are outfitted with power-nullifying handcuffs and collars, chained into the back of a heavily armored prison transport vehicle. Normally there’s a huge procession that goes alone with this: more back up vehicles, overhead support, government loyal metals in every vehicle. But this rush of new arrivals has pushed the system to its limits- there’s never been a need to accommodate more than a specific number of known Metas. It has the guards in the vehicles on edge, jumpy as they try to navigate through the City without the usual back up. And it’s a strain the resistance is more than ready to push to the breaking point.

In addition to transporting new arrivals to their reprogramming, there are the already-present Meta prisoners that must still be shuffled around, causing a mix of old and new in the vehicles. And irresistible targets for liberation for the resistance groups. When the transport is hit, which will the new Metas side with? Your captors you may still be able to gain a comfortable life working with? Or the rebellion fighting their way into the vehicle?

Comments

[fettchquest]

[Fett doesn’t even turn to look at him.]

The point of hiring a bounty hunter, [he says evenly.] Is that people like Darth Vader don’t have to show up.

[He’s not sure what either of their presences have to do with the situation anyway. Does the boy think Fett will abandon his duties just because his employer isn’t looking over his shoulder?

He’s even less impressed by his next point.]

It looks like we’re on a civilized planet. So, yes.

[germhating_hypochondriac]

No one hired you for that. 

[They might have, but Eddie hasn't been there long enough to know about the resistance and runaway metas.  He speaks slower and calmer, hoping to get his breathing under control.  It's easier with space between him and Fett.]

You didn't hunt us.  We showed up through a porter and got arrested by wack jobs. 

[He shifts as best he can, trying to get more comfortable.] 

What planet?  C'mon, a bounty hunter would at least know the name of the planet he's on.

[fettchquest]

[The boy certainly is presumptuous, to think he knows how and why Fett had come to be here. Does he think he can make Fett doubt his own memories through sheer force of will? Perhaps he’s heard too many stories about Jedi and their mind tricks…

The question gets a bemused glance. He isn't following the boy's logic. Why wouldn’t Fett know the name of the planet he’s on?]

Denon.

[Obviously.]

[germhating_hypochondriac]

[Eddie tries his best to make a game show buzzer sound, which results in a coughing fit and more wheezing.  Even in his cuffs, he tries to cover into his shoulder. Always worried about germs.  When he recovers, he shakes his head.]

Wrong.  It's Earth.

[A fucked up version, but he figured they still called it Earth.]