Writing

On febuary 21st 2190 a group of striking workers of the lunar warship factory at work city ypsilanti were protesting outside the factory gates. They had previously delivered letters and performed work stoppages but were now in a full on strike. 5 worker deaths prompted the strike when safety rails collapsed from the third story construction layer.

Workers had been organizing over pay that barely covered company housing, excessive hours, zealous surveillance, safety concerns, and sexual harassment.

The striking workers only comprised about half of the total factory workers but as the day went on they comprised 80% of all that were scheduled that day. The strikers were only outside the factory for a little over an hour before the security force met them at the gates.

The factory security forces required a captains authorization to bring more numbers to quell the gate. Many of the morning gate security attempted calling their sargeants only to be told to break the workers without any assistance. The gate forces weren't able to fully close the gate and it had been broken to remain unlocked and openable if the workers wanted. The numbers of growing workers largely out numbered them. Without a definitive advantage the security forces feared using leathal options or beating the workers into submission.

Captain Price was unreachable for hours allowing all of the days workers to join the strike. When Price woke from a drugged and drunken faint, lifting himself from the floor and wiping his face from sweat his headache worsened as blaring red lights were assualting his eyes from every available communication device in his quarters. Captain price waking to the emergency did not immediately bring forces to bear on the gate, he hurried to the bathroom slamming into doorways and tripping over himself and he desperately sought out something to calm himself. The captain believed he was being targeted for orbital destruction and was dammed if he wasn't going to load himself up mentally for his response. Falling into the bathroom the mirror lit up with a call from sargent Grant. His favored subordinate, he feared he was fully done for. Assulting his veins with a favored concoxion of multiple substances he had the courage to at least hear the worst of it. He answered the call and Grant was shown his captain pale, sweaty, bug eyed and shaking. Grant barely got the issue to the captain, price was inconsolable. The captain was shouting death upon his superiors for several minutes. Grant became equally angry and began shouting at the captain. They argued, both fully red in the face, for several minutes. The argument only stopped when the captain screamed himself into oxygen depravation and fell to the floor. Grant still furious only had a moment of clarity, his anger still consuming him, took the opportunity to relay the actual issue to the captain. The captain dazed and unsure of what he was saying gave the sargent "permission to do whatever you like". The call ended, the red lights slowly ceased and the captain was alone in the dark, passing out on the floor for another day. He would not remember the conversation even when presented with it's recording.

Grant took the authorization and routed every available security personnel with full riot and assualt gear to the contested gate. Within 20 minutes the first transport made it to the striking workers. The first transport driving into the crowd they were unable to disembark. The workers swarmed the transport, keeping the door from opening and releasing its riot forces. Some workers broke into the factory, some hoping to just hide from the assualt forces, others looking for heavy machnery to pilot agianst the fast approaching security forces. The small crew holding the gate opened fire on the workers that entered factory grounds. This fearful attack prompted other striking workers to rush the few guards and take their weapons, exceuting the gurads with only a few of the rushing workers having gunshot wounds.

The now armed workers had only a few seconds before another assualt transport appeared rolling from within the factory grounds. One of the workers, Buster Fry, began shouting for others to open fire on the transport tires. The workers focusing their fire punctured the left front of the transport and then the front right causing the transport to list and then nose dive into the dirt slamming back down and stopping the vehicle. A worker commendered crane was slowly rolling towards the gate. Others rushed to the crane arm as it extended towards the still contested transport. The workers tied the transport to the arm and gave the go ahead. As workers finally stepped away from the doors the security forces anxiously pushed towards the door only to immedately find themselves falling onto the opening door and tumbling out into the pavement. The crane lifted the rear of the transport and dragged it through the gate. Security forces tumbled out, some being pinched along the way by their dangling transport. The entire group of armored security was poured out as the crane skillfully pulled it an increasingly fast arc to the second. With the increasing speed the transport spinning and bouncing it slammed into the second only just starting to disembark it's troops. As the workers took the wapons of the dumped security 4 more transports were appearing.