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Word has started filtering through certain quarters, first in fearful whispers then in hushed conversations. Coded signs have shown up painted on crumbling walls, locked doors, broken streets. There is a Resistance, and it is growing. A meeting, a rally, has been called, for those looking to break free of their forced slavery, for those needing Hope. Be cautious, be alert, but most of all.. be FREE.

The Rally takes place in the basement of a burnt-out shell of an old housing building. The walls drip with liquid soot, the air still thick with the smell of fire and smoke. A makeshift stage has been hastily erected from scraps scavenged here and there.

Renegade paces the rickety stage, relegated to the shadows in the flickering lights of lit candle stubs and a lone jerry-rigged electric lantern set at the front of the stage. His fire and smoke ravaged fur bristling as he waits. Who will answer the call? Who will stand and fight? The young Audio knew his path from the moment he gained awareness. There is an evil in this city, one that brain-washes and enslaves, that oppresses the people. It will not stand.

His fire-red eyes flicker to the pitted and soot-stained cement stairwell, waiting, watching. He believes that others will come. He didn't escape that fire, not really, it still burns inside him every moment of every day. But his fire is one of Freedom. So he waits, and he watches. They will come. They have to come.

It took Theta hours to actually reach the rally meeting, given he had to dog-leg through a lot of rubble to keep his location hidden, but he finally made it. As he slowly dragged himself closer, tired and starving, he felt safe as he noticed the number of citizens and rebels pouring inside, slipping into a clump to tag along. He felt horrid leaving those citizens behind with Proto and Bass, but it wasn't his concern at all.

In fact, it was a sheer miracle Theta actually found this place: every message he stumbled upon on the walls confused him to where he looped around to the same building thrice, which fatigued him even more each time. But there was something that had him follow the right path - the sound of an old motorcycle..

Blayze stalks slowly into the place the rally was taking place in, shooting scowls at anyone who might be too close to him as he looks for a more empty space to stand, growling every now and then before he finally found a corner to stand in, leaning against the wall. He looked up every now and then, glancing at the door frequently, keeping an eye out for his brother and sister. They were why he was here, after all.

Joe made his way over to the refreshments table as he waited for the speech to begin. He snorted when he saw the meager offerings. No burgers or pizza? Who organized this thing?? Snagging a small plate of cheese and fruit, Joe turned to survey the gathering crowd. Not a single babe in sight yet. What was this? A stag party?? With an annoyed flick of his tail, Joe savagely bit into a grape or at least he intended to. The slippery orb went sailing across the room as it flew from his maw. Wide-eyed, Joe didn't wait to see who it'd hit before turning around and innocently slipping the plate back onto the table.

Blayze sighed a bit as Flareborn poked him in the cheek. She was probably the only one that was able to get away with that, and that was because she was the youngest. The baby of the family. He casts his glance around the room once more, watching the others with caution and suspicion. He'd been about to speak when a grape hit him in the nose. He growls a bit, swiping at his nose and glancing down at the offending grape now on the floor. Letting out a few colorful swears under his breath, he reigns his annoyance in and cages it before glancing at Flareborn and giving a small shake of his head. "I haven't seen him. I'm sure he'll be here soon, though, so I'll watch the door and keep an eye out if you need to get something to eat or drink. Just... don't wander too far away, ok? And don't talk to strangers." Was he being more than a bit over-protective of his sister? Probably. But better to be over-protective and try to keep her safe than to be stand-offish with her and her possibly getting hurt.

Alesis breathed heavily as he entered the basement and hurried down the steps. It took all his concentration just to not fall down the stairs. When he finally entered the location, he silently cursed to himself when he saw the charred looking Audio already speaking. I hope I didn't miss too much. He thought as he slowly snuck to one side of the door, hoping not to disturb any one and cause a commotion.