Walking to the infirmary was quite the surreal experience. There was a definite sense of tension in the air, like something had gone horribly wrong and caused mass agitation. The scattered news terminals would show intermittent feeds of people clamoring outside the Alliance building and speculation regarding Morreti's current status. It almost seemed like a full-scale riot was about to unfold but not for the sort of reasons the mutineers might have hoped. No, the optics were very much skewed by politics and protocol, things the Xenos were not above or immune to, fallible as everything and everyone else they opposed.
Like the self professed "Liberators" of Rome that stabbed Caesar 27 times, these actions had garnered almost no sympathy. The Commander was an elected official, and evidently this assassination attempt, the success of which was currently vague, flew in the face of tradition and principle. It was widely felt that the mutineers had no legitimate cause of action with which to remove the Commander from office, hence why they brought up no petition on the matter to be determined by popular vote. They enacted a tribal and exclusive form of what was alleged as justice, but it felt like betrayal. So while this was certainly not Rome, and Morreti was by no means Caesar, he was still a man who had devoted an enormous amount of time and resources in the interests of his people, only to be betrayed by four individuals with such little regard for their fellow men that they didn't so much as even consider involving them. There was an equivalent, if not greater amount of speculation regarding the motives of the four mutineers, ranging from being quite petty to faltering allegiances. With hostilities against the technocracy still being fresh, it was alleged that misplaced sympathies were also a potential cause.
To demonize your opponent, truly a Libertonian virtue.
When Belle had finally rushed her way through Ramsey and the infirmary, the sight of an "honor" guard outside one of the many rooms hinted at where she needed to go. It was obviously that the men stationed here were less than pleased to see someone visibly hungover, but they made no comments nor did they act outwardly judgmental about it. Nobody could have seen this coming.
