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[O.Wilde]

    "Ok, so what exactly is the plan again?"
    The room seems to groan, 105 people have been packed into a room built for half that for over an hour now. Tempers are short.
    The man standing on the cafeteria table at the head of the crowd hangs his head for a second, then rallies, eyes clear. "Alright, people. It's simple. We're going to show up tomorrow, we're going to strap on our gear, and we're gonna head right to the people that killed our own. We are going to make it clear to them that we will not stand for this any more. They can't just replace us as soon as something goes wrong. Who in here has lost friends in the last year?" Dozens of hands go up.
    "That's right! They don't give a shit about us, just the bottom line. So that's what we do, we don't work. We stand and face them, and make them look us in the face, as equals! Back in the twentieth century, coal miners did the same damn thing. They froze production until Thatcher relented. It worked then, and it will work now. Your group leaders have everything else you need to know." The room is electric, his optimism and charisma are infectious.
    He holds up a hand, and the room quiets. "Now, before we go, lets all just have a moment of silence for Hubert Andrews, Nathan White, and Melinda Jackson, the workers who died in yesterdays blast. Our hearts go out to you and your team, Edwin."
    Eyes turn towards you, hats are tipped, a comforting hand or two brushes your shoulder. You nod, uncomfortable.
    "Good luck tomorrow, everyone! Victory for the miners!" The cry spreads around the room quickly, and soon "Victory to the Miners!" is everywhere. It's exhilarating. The crowd soon begins to thin, and you see Paul, your second in command, strolling towards you. He breaks into a smile.
    "Victory to the miners, eh? Hell of a speech that man can do. Here, he asked you to give me this." He passes you a large envelope "Marching orders, I guess. Well, so ends the first ever Miner's Union of Asteroid Eb273, local 1. I mean hell, we called a strike on our first day, pretty productive right?" He flashes you a sad smile "Too bad they had to die for it though, ya know? Martinez is taking it especially hard, I think, she was close with Melinda. Keep an eye, eh? Anyway, I've got to be going. I'll see you around." He walks away from you, leaving you standing there.
    Your head reels with the events of the last few days, your team, usually 11 people, quickly cut down to 8 by a "Freak Accident" that could have easily been prevented. The charismatic blonde green-eyed man who had quickly jumped on the opportunity, organizing the teams into a union and calling a strike, a march, even. And now it was up to you to let your team that they wouldn't be working tomorrow, maybe not even for a long time. Not payed either, it looked like. You sigh, running a hand through your hair.
    12 hours till the strike. What do you do now?

(A simple suggestion game, hopefully progressing into something interesting. I've got a basic progression planned, but it's up to you guys, of course.)

[Cryxis, Prince of Doom]

Go talk to the rest of the team. See how they are all doing and if they need any support.

[NRDL]

Go talk to the rest of the team. See how they are all doing and if they need any support.

+1

[Prophet]

Go talk to the rest of the team. See how they are all doing and if they need any support.

+1

+1

[Nunzillor]

Go talk to the rest of the team. See how they are all doing and if they need any support.

+1

[O.Wilde]

The walk back to the barracks is short. The base on the asteroid is less than five miles across, cramped tunnels and rooms spider through the old mine shafts, providing living quarters for the workers. A few people pass you on the way, including some who had been at the meeting, they nod to you, quickly passing. The barracks are quiet when you walk in, Martinez is huddled on her bed, facing the wall, and three others are sitting around the small card table, playing, you guessed it, cards. How original.

James glances up at you, flicks his eyes to Martinez, and shakes his head. He folds, and approaches you. "She's not really talking right now. The others are out, dunno where. What was up with the meeting thing?"

[NRDL]

Tell them about the marching instructions, give em our own mini pep-talk about why we're doing this, etc.  Bolster morale. 

[Prophet]

Tell them about the marching instructions, give em our own mini pep-talk about why we're doing this, etc.  Bolster morale. 

+1

[Funk]

Tell them about the marching instructions, give em our own mini pep-talk about why we're doing this, etc.  Bolster morale. 

+1

+1

[Sosoku234]

Tell them about the marching instructions, give em our own mini pep-talk about why we're doing this, etc.  Bolster morale. 

+1

+1

[Fniff]

Ask about what's up with Martinez too, in a hushed voice.[/i]

[O.Wilde]

    You walk over to the card table, and set the envelope down in the middle. There's an indignant gasp, and a pair of aces bounce off your temple, fluttering to the floor. You ignore it, and open the envelope. Inside, sit 8 small metal badges, red, with a pin on the back. They're clearly quickly put together, and flimsy. There's also a sheet of paper. Written on the front, in scrabbled shorthand, are directions for your team.
    "Alright, you know how shitty things have been over the past few months, right? Well, we're gonna change that. It's a strike, tomorrow we're marching on the offices. After a week or two, they'll beg us to come back. We're doing this for ours, eh?" You dump the badges onto the table. "We're unionized now, nothing's gonna stand in our way." The men around the table nod, and grab badges, quickly concealing them in pockets. You lean in. "What's up with Martinez, she doing ok?"
    "She's not been talking for a couple hours" James says, in a conspiratorial whisper "She's taking Melinda going pretty hard, punched Rick in the face earlier actually, nothin to really worry about, though. Just give her some time, she'll be ok."
    You nod, glancing over at her form huddled underneath the blankets on her bunk. Poor kid.
    Checking the time, you see you have probably another two hours to kill before lights out. You could stick around, play cards, and discuss tomorrow, or you could head out and do something else.

[Prophet]

We should stay here and spend time with friends/team.

[NRDL]

We should stay here and spend time with friends/team.

And while we're doing that, reiterate to ourselves our team exactly who we're striking against, everything they've done in the past, their size, extent and resources, etc.  (( just so we have a more general idea of who we're up against ))

[O.Wilde]

We should stay here and spend time with friends/team.

And while we're doing that, reiterate to ourselves our team exactly who we're striking against, everything they've done in the past, their size, extent and resources, etc.  (( just so we have a more general idea of who we're up against ))

You sit down at the card table as James grabs the envelope and tosses it onto an empty bed. Someone shuffles, and you play a few hands, chatting the whole time.

The basic situation is this: You are on asteroid Eb273, the latest mining/research colony founded and managed by Gencorp (it stands for General, not Genetics). The base has a population of around 500, approximately 150 miners, 150 research personnel, 50 engineering, maintenance, and construction staff, 50 administration staff, 25 security staff, 50 staff for the growing of food and purifying of water, and 25 misc. staff (cleaning, sanitation, food preperation, and other random jobs).

You've been here a year, and climbed the ranks to eventually lead your own team of 10 miners. Three of yours were killed yesterday in a mining blast, adding to the approximately 20 people who have lost their lives in the past 6 months due to administrative neglect. Gencorp is cutting costs by cutting safety measures, and letting loose staff if they lag behind. It's cheaper to replace dead people with newbies from Mars than it is to ensure the safety of the workers. People are fired indiscriminately, and offered the choice between paying 15,000-20,000 for transport back to Mars, or staying on with the cleaning crews for another few months. It's basically indentured servitude at this point.

Gencorp has hundreds of millions they could potentially throw at this problem, but you're betting that they'll accept your demands for better conditions faster than they'll spend the cash to bring in a whole new crew. Plus, the three week travel time from Mars should give you at least some time. It's not a bad plan, you think, and as long as you can hold out for the amount of time it takes, it should work. This is the first time you've heard of a miner's strike since we reached out from earth, but there's no reason the concept can't be applied out here.

The others nod as you talk, and when the rest of your team staggers back in from the bar, Rick sporting a nice black eye, they agree. Martinez stays huddled on her bunk, and as you lay down on your bed next to her as the lights go out, you can hear muffled sobbing.

The next day, you rub the grime out of your eyes and Paul looks over at you. "Big day. We gonna suit up, or what?" He's referring, of course, to the jumpsuits you wear underneath your pressure suit when mining. They track vital signs, GPS location, and give you a heads up display of the exact status of your team.

How do you want to outfit yourself and your team? The more you're carrying, the harder it will be to move. Even in .8g things can wear you down.

Spoiler: Your Locker (click to show/hide)

-Goggles (HUD)
-Jumpsuit (GPS/Vitals)
-Headset (Communications)
-Helmet (Basic Hardhat)
-Flashlight
-Emergency Oxygen Supply w/Mask
-PDA
-Patch Kit

Spoiler: Team Lockers (click to show/hide)

Each team member has the following items in their locker
-Jumpsuit (GPS/Vitals)
-Headset (Communications)
-Helmet (Basic Hardhat)
-Flashlight
-Emergency Oxygen Supply w/Mask
-Patch Kit