"So you are taking them somewhere?"

They look at each other.

"We're mutineers."

"-Yeah. Let's go to the emancipated Workworlder colony. We can probably get two locomotives there between us. Three at a stretch."

"I can carry what you can't drive. Do people think I've been, what, eating everyone?"

"People have no idea what to think. The papers talk about 'criminal elements' and the Service rumors is that whole workworlds are getting stolen by something cosmic, and people making stuff up about why."

"Oh. Well, I'm rescuing them because the whole setup is horrible. I guess cosmic is maybe sorta not entirely inaccurate? Given that I am one quarter Messenger. But I'm half human!"

The crewmembers share a look and decide not to ask how that works. "So, we'd better turn the boiler back on. We'll be happy to go with you. We're mutineers now, after all. It's not great, but that's life. Not sure if any of the others would surrender."

"Well, I paralyzed them, so I was just going to pick them out of their trains and leave them with the officers." 

"I guess you don't feel the need to try to get them to turn on the sodding officers? Well enough. We'll be here, get on with it, yeah?"

"Yeah." 

She picks the people out of all but one of the trains and leaves the fourth train on the rock with the paralyzed people. 

They might need Mountainlight if they don't start moving again soon. The wind bites.

She glows pretty aggressively at them. They should be waking up soonish anyway. 

They struggle to fit almost 100 people into one Dreadnaught. They're big, but not THAT big. Still, they manage it. Some of the officers make ineffectual threats, others seem defeated or eerily calm about all this.

She ignores them and takes the mutineers and the rest of the trains back to the Workworld. 

Still pretty disorganized. The Overseers remain holed up on their island. The evacuation is... Well, they've started trying to organize for an evacuation.

Well, people who are ready to go can board trains. 

Four Dreadnoughts and a Monitor won't fit more than a few hundred even at standing room only - a small percentage of the whole number of people on the Workworld. People push and shove for spots.

Lucy scolds anyone who does worse than shoving and starts putting together more carryable transport. 

If she's not going to snip off an entire street it'll take even longer to organize a full evacuation. The authorities don't try anything and no unexpected disasters pop up, though.

Is there a very good snippable street? Seems like a waste not to use the trains even if there is though. 

This Workworld is built even more into rather than around its rock. There are two mediocre snippable streets, one with factories and one with housing.

She'll take the one with housing. 

Eventually this workworld can be evacuated, too.

"Hi! I found trains!" she says brightly when they reach the evacuee-world. 

Trains! They're pretty happy to have trains. Uh, going around in Obvious Dreadnoughts is likely to be risky, but they can repaint and maybe replace some of the exterior panels to change its profile a little bit and send someone to the Royal Society in one of them now! They still don't really have much of a city yet, though there's visible progress. It's only been a couple of days since the first arrivals came.

If someone want to show her what to do exactly she can bend metal pretty easily to change profiles. 

If she can make curvy bits to stick on that make the Dreadnoughts look like this particular model of trader that would be great. They look weird, but they no longer look like Establishment war machines, at least.