Arriving at the entrance to the mines, Centiel approached the first empty monitor, and signed in using the 8-digit code that identified her. Immediately, a window popped up on the screen, and absent-mindedly, she pressed it. Immediately, she regretted her decision. What had once been a small, discrete message grew in size until it took up half the screen, and the signature at the bottom told her that this was definitely not something that others should see. 

Scrambling to shrink the message back to its original size, Centiel glanced over her shoulder to check that no-one had seen. Several feet away was one of the Sentinels on guard duty, but luckily, he appeared distracted by another miner. Sighing, she skimmed the note she had been sent.

[hider=Re: Regaining Humanity] Most preparations are in place. Explosives are primed, Access Codes have been gathered. All we need now is to gather the support of every human on this rock. Our freedom is within reach. All we have to do is reach out and take it. This won't be easy. There will be deaths. If we succeed, we will be the first humans to regain our freedom. We will conquer this facility and make it our home base, and from here we can build up the second human resistance. I leave now to the processing plant to begin the final stages of the revolt. Hold fast to your courage. We will all need it.
-The Agent [/hider]

It was happening. This was what she'd been waiting for. Although she knew very little of the plan that the person calling themself "The Agent" had in mind, she and the other miners (along with almost all of the humans in the facility, she was sure), had been swapping information whenever they could, and stashing away anything they could think of that might help when the uprising started. Mostly crude knives made from rock, or tools that had "gone missing", but some low-grade explosives were also among the supplies hidden away in the nooks and crannies of the mines.

During her time on the asteroid, Centiel had also met Al. Missing his right arm from the elbow, Al was one of the oldest miners she had come across, almost 34. The story of his lost limb changed each time someone asked, and he wore a useless prosthetic shaped into a mockery of the real thing. He would have been 'retired' from the mines years ago, except that he was as strong with his left arm as he had been with his right. And Al knew things about the upcoming coup, he'd even once let slip that he'd been in contact with The Agent personally. 

No-one had gotten details out of him, but recently he'd been giving hints that things were starting to heat up, and Centiel felt that today of all days, she'd do well to find him and stick close. She wanted to be with someone who knew what was going on when the chaos started.