Elite roleplay: The docks

THE DOCKS (Dockyards)

The Docks is where all pilots berth their ships. It is the first place that pilots find themselves upon landing their ship. Docking and launching is controlled by the Citi Gateway’s Traffic Controllers while each individual dock is controlled by a dockmaster and a team of orange clad dock crew workers.

The Docks is a sparse and desolate, 0.1G environment, littered with service vehicles, cranes and landing pads. While cool, the air is dry and lightly filled with the smell of burnt metal and ship grease. Public Service Announcements blare across the the docks reminding all pilots of station regulations. The docks contain 45 individual ship docks, several warehouses storing massive tank of hydrogen fuel, and standard shipping containers of cargo, the dock’s traffic control tower and the local pilot’s market which resides in one of the warehouses.

Ship docks
Each specific dock has a landing pad, a ship hangar and adjoining terminal. In each terminal there is a passenger waiting area, the dockmaster’s control tower and several dock crew vehicle bay.

Warehouses
If the docks were already unpopulated, warehouses would be completely vacant of anyone if not for a small handful of security staff. Warehouses are completely automated and highly guarded facilities as they contain massive amounts of valuable and flammable material.
"Loitering is a crime punishable by death" - Station Announcements

Pilot's Market
The pilot’s market is best described as a tourist trap for pilots. Every person who’s not a pilot is trying to guile a pilot to part with their credits.

"The station administrators would like to remind all pilots that transactions in the pilot’s market are not protected by Citi Gateway or The Bank of Zaonce" - station announcements

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Basically, if some ones character calls your character a jackass, it doesn't mean the writer thinks you are a jackass. It's a ROLE they are PLAYING. Watch a movie. The argument between the characters isn't an argument between the actors involved. The same applies here.

6. It's not a popularity contest.
Your RP might be bustling with participants. You have 3 people off station in a fire fight, while another 2 are infiltrating the darkest areas of the station, meanwhile a group of 4 others are tracking your movements in an effort to stop you. Good for you, I'm sure it will be a thrilling read! But you know what? Sometimes the absolute BEST work, comes from two RP characters having a simple heart to heart. Both are valid, both are great, but NEITHER is categorically better than the other. Period.


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1. Respect the setting and rules of the universe.
Inara is an Elite: Dangerous 3rd Party Tool. The RP Forums are set in the Elite: Dangerous universe. Elite: Dangerous has rules, as any fictional universe does from Lord of the Rings to Star Wars, or Game of Thrones to Star Trek. If you intend to RP within the Elite: Dangerous universe you are bound by the history and rules of that universe. Simply put, this RP forum is bound by the same rules as the game, so if it can't be done in the game, it is not permitted here. This applies to things from a 50Ly Jump Range on a normal, unmodified Sidewinder, to the destruction of entire stations.

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We have a wide variety of characters already here. It's expected that some will be similar, just as it's expected that two characters will be vastly different. Opinions of each persons character will naturally be varied, but all are valid provided they follow the rules of the universe. You are allowed to interact with, or avoid interaction with, any character in the RP forums. But you have no right to belittle others for their creation. You are not an authority figure on writing, nor are you directly affected by another persons imagination. You might not like it, but you MUST respect it.

3. Be caught up on current events before joining in.
You need basic things like character descriptions in order to interact with them. You also need to know what's going on in the surrounding areas. This is simply because the people you are hoping to RP with, might be gearing up to something that you might not want to be part of. Or simply that the most recent post, out of context, could leave a different impression on the goings on than if you gather that context. We don't expect you to read every single post from the beginning of the forums, just enough to get that basic understanding.

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People may be discussing something relevant to you there, or even discussing you directly. Perhaps someone asked what the general consensus on the existence or non-existence of a certain object. Or we're just chatting about random gibberish. Either way, be aware of it and use it. If you're unsure about something, such as how guns would look and or behave, or even the music selection, use the OOC forum to ask. We don't have all of the answers, but the collective knowledge and logic usually allows us to overcome an issue and come to a decision on what should be allowed. Frontier Developments, and even David Braben himself, don't have the answers to every possible question that can be asked.

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We get it. Everyone wants their character to be noticed and for people to be tripping over themselves to interact with them. In some audiences, an introduction involving you blasting in for landing in a fiery wreckage of a ship, before cart wheeling out and sword fighting 35 Ninjas before whisking off with the local celebrity for a glorious night of passion, is in fact, cool. This is not one of those audiences. It is generally considered better to build your character up slowly over time. Eventually, you might even have a legitimate excuse to fight those Ninjas. Maybe even with other RP participants by your side.

6. Perfect characters are boring.
The point of a character arc, is that it is in fact, an arc shape. One who is morally unquestionable, fully kitted out and an infinite fountain of knowledge, cannot go through an arc. Give your character flaws. Be it a tendency towards befriending the wrong people, or a bad knee that frequently gives out at inopportune moments. It gives readers something to latch onto and empathise with. You can give your character exceptional capabilities at something, but it requires balance. She's a damn good pilot with no equal, but can't drive an SRV for peanuts. It can lead to some very interesting moments between characters, be it heartfelt or comedic.


Other Notes:
It should be noted that there can be exceptions to these points. For example, good grammar when a character is speaking is actually rare. Few people in real life actually speak with perfect eloquence after all. Or previously arranged actions during a fight scene, such as someone stumbling back after a punch. What's key to remember is context.

All in all, remember this is purely for fun. We have some seriously talented writers here, and others whose writing history starts and ends at high school. But many are willing to help out in whatever way they can. All it takes is that you ask nicely.

Also keep in mind that many people who RP here, also have logbook stories related to the character, or characters, they portray. If it looks like there's an "in joke" going on that you're unsure of, it's probably in those.

In fact, some users have even gone to the trouble of creating "alts" to RP with. If you read back far enough, it's usually pretty clear who has and hasn't, and which ones are the "alts". It's therefore not unheard of to see the apparent seizing of control of other characters. If you do spot one, point it out in the OOC section. If intervention is needed, it will be sorted quickly and (hopefully) politely.

Most, if not all RP participants here have Logbook stories pertaining to their character(s). These are for the reading pleasure of anyone who wishes to do so. While it can be useful to read them in order to gain a bit of backstory on a character you wish to interact with, it should not be assumed that your character shares that knowledge. Within the E:D Universe, these Logbooks either don't exist, or are private diaries kept by the characters. Either way, without explicit statements to say otherwise from the writer, your interactions should reflect that your character is in the dark about any information you, the writer/reader, have gained from reading the stories.
13 Jan 2017, 3:37pm
"Hey, you okay?"

Cait stood in the doorway to the cabin, decked out in her flight gear. Isaiah, also fitted in his gear, held his head in his hands. "No. Not really," he said, his voice muffled by his hands. "Killer fucking headache."

"Purge is kicking your ass too, huh?" Cait leaned against the door frame, crossing her arms. "You okay to fly?"

Isaiah nodded his head somewhat, exhaling a slow, deep breath. He couldn't be sure if it was the Purge in his system working to burn off the excess alcohol and sober him up, or if it was the stress of knowing that he might be heading to a funeral. Maybe he was simply dehydrated.

Or... 

"You don't think it has something to do with what Glaboski did to me, do you?" Isaiah asked, turning his head to look at Cait. He needed some sort of affirmation that there wasn't something wrong with him. He hadn't had any outbursts of anger or violence, but the worry lingered that it might manifest itself at some point later on.

Cait shrugged her shoulders. "I couldn't say. I'm not a doctor."

Isaiah nodded his head and stuffed his face back into his hands.

"But, I know they wouldn't have let you out of the medical ward if they didn't think you were fit to get around again. It's probably just stress. You got some bad news and you're coming off a night of celebration and drinking." Cait's voice lowered to a softer tone. "Nothing's wrong with you. You're okay."

"What if I'm not?"

"Don't think like that, that's only going to make you feel worse."

Isaiah sighed again, trying to push the thought out of his mind. He could still remember the not-quite-sensation of having his head cut open and a hole bored into his skull. The thought alone gave him goosebumps, made him cringe. Some part of him felt violated by the experience. The doctors that tended to him afterwards explained that it looked as though Glaboski had been experimenting with something, trying to determine whether a current could override a person's sense of self preservation by instigating an episode of rage. It had worked. Isaiah couldn't remember what he'd done during the experience, but he remembered the feeling. 

Like someone detonated a bomb inside my skull. No control.

He was coping with the ordeal as best as he could, but it wasn't the fear for himself as much as it was for the people around him. If that kind of anger reared its ugly head around Cait... 

She must have sensed his apprehension, because she crossed the room and sat beside him, wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on the pauldron of his flight suit. 

"You're okay, Isaiah. You'll be fine."

"I want to get a full workup once I get back to Prism. Just to be on the safe side," he said. "I want to make sure there's options on the table in case there's something wrong."

"I think that's the smart thing to do."

Moments passed quietly before Cait released her arms from around Isaiah and stood up, offering him a hand. "Come on," she said. "We need to get back."

Isaiah took a deep breath, then took her hand and rose to his feet. 

"Race you back to Prism?" he asked.

"That's the spirit," she replied.

Cait left Isaiah to get his own ship ready, making her way through the docking bay to where the Misanthropy was docked. She too had her worries about any long-term side effects of Glaboski's twisted experiment, but so far she hadn't seen Isaiah act any differently. Cait believed in the efficacy of modern medicine. She trusted the doctors when they said they didn't anticipate any long-term issues - but she knew from experience that it was never that simple. Only time would tell.

As she settled in to the pilot's chair and worked through the Misanthropy's startup checklist, she reflected on the entire ordeal aboard Citi Gateway. Part of her wanted to have finished the job Lilith had started with Glaboski - but she knew Isaiah would have told her to take the high road. The galaxy was full of people like Glaboski.

But there was only one Herbert Glaboski. He had distinguished himself by trying to harm someone Cait cared for. 

As the station's controller gave her clearance to depart, she wondered if that was enough to warrant him being added to the running list of wanted individuals at Danneskjold's Claim.

It's enough for me.

Outside the station, she could see the familiar arrowhead shape of the Bloodfeather, just ahead of her ship. Once out of the no-fire zone, she boosted ahead to catch up.

"Lagging behind again, Shaughnessy," came Isaiah's patronizing voice over the narrowband. Typical. He could be a cocky son of a bitch behind the stick - but then he had a reason to be. He wasn't much of a bounty hunter outside the cockpit but he knew how to fly his ship.

"Wanted to give you a head start," she replied, bringing the Misanthropy alongside the Fer-de-Lance. "So much for that lead, yeah?"

"I prefer having you on my wing. Need to keep an eye on you. Last time we were flying this close, you were putting railgun slugs up my ass." The Bloodfeather wobbled its stubby wings from side to side. She swore she could see Isaiah peering over his shoulder with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

"Don't give me any ideas."

Laughter came across the narrowband. She smiled.

The two ships turned towards their jump destination in unison, frame shift drives spooling up. Seconds later, both vanished into the void in two sequential, rapid flashes of light, leaving Citi Gateway behind.
14 Jan 2017, 5:29pm
The lift came to a gentle halt and Lilith wiped her face with her sleeve just as the door opened to reveal the characteristicallly empty corridoors of the ships docks. A short walk later, she was boarding the ramp into her Python.

Functioning completely on Autopilot, she pulled off her trenchcoat and outer layers before putting on her Remlock suit, completely avoiding her reflection in the mirror. Unable to look at herself even at the thought of where she was going.

Entering the cockpit, she placed the plastic leaflet onto the dashboard and simply stared at it blankly through her visor.
15 Jan 2017, 5:57am
K-Jan scrambled through the Docks, holding the back of his cracked helmet. "Hold it!" Amar and his goon squad were on his heels. In a desperate attempt, K-Jan grabbed one of the jumpsuited crew members and spun him around, using him as a human shield. "Back off, AMAR or whatever your name is you god damn liar! You're in on this whole thing, huh?! Well you're not gonna teleport my brain anywhere ever again! We're gonna go to my Cobra, THE PLUM SMUGGLER, and we're gonna leave this s-hole without incident! OR ELSE!"
15 Jan 2017, 6:32am
Amar skidded to a halt with the cadets right behind him. I cant catch a break. "Take it easy, K-Jan. No one needs to get hurt." They stood there facing each other, seemingly at an impasse. "Ensign Epsilon! You want to explain to me why my dock is being shut down?" Said a voice from directly behind him. He spun around to be greeted by the frustrated face of the dock officer. Pointing directly at him, "GET THIS RESOLVED OR I WILL WRITE YOU UP, AND GET THE UNION INVOLVED!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.

The deck officer then saw the crewman, "Woah! hey... no need for that." Amar backed up slowly. "Easy, Easy..." Turning to the deck officer, Amar said, "What Pad is the Plum Smuggler docked at?" Stunned, the deck officer checked his manifest, "Pad 15."

"Ok, have his ship on the Pad, set up for launch."
"Ensign, are you going to let him get away?," One of the cadets asked.
Gritting his teeth, he said through baited breath, "As security we are supposed to keep the station members safe first and foremost." Turning back to K-Jan he said, "Take it easy, let's move this to Pad 19. We'll let you get on your ship, if you let the crewman go at the foot of the stairs."
15 Jan 2017, 7:52am
"Fine. We'll move it to pad 19! No funny business, space cop!" K-Jan released the crewman, pushing him away with a boot to the ass. "So can I go?!"
15 Jan 2017, 8:02am
Amar stood on the pad as K-Jan kicked the crewman out of the way. He tried to assess the man across from him. What exactly had driven him this way? Deciding that it would be too much hassle drag him in, he said, "A deal's a deal." Amar walked over to the pad's manual override. and pulled the lever. One of the cadets rushed to get the crewman off the pad. The ship moved slightly having the magnetic lock released.

Amar stood there, watching the helmeted man.
15 Jan 2017, 8:23am
K-Jan held his arms out wide. He was quiet for a few moments. "Okay then," he finally said, "maybe you aren't with them. It seems like you've got a bit of honor!" K-Jan lowered his arms and carefully backed toward his ship. "See you around, Amar. I might be in touch if I find anything. The rest of you, remember...THARGOIDS. AREN'T. REAL!" K-Jan pointed to his eyes behind his visor, then to Amar in some weird sign of understanding or respect. He then climbed into his vehicle, the Plum Smuggler, and moments later it lifted up and away from the platform.
15 Jan 2017, 8:38am
Amar stood, watching the ship disappear out of the slot. He sighed, knowing that this act would cost him his badge, once the deck officer was done berating him. He merely tuned the tirade out, and started towards the berth his ship was docked at. If he remembered correctly, there was a bottle of scotch in his cabin. Would this day just fucking end?
15 Jan 2017, 1:54pm
Stryker led Jem along open corridors to the landing pads. He wasn't at all taken back by her comment. Nor irritated by it. His profession created such ill will. He laughed.

"We are scum." He took a breath. " But even scum has a place and a purpose." He led her up the ramp of a Federal Drop Ship. The interior was well kept and organized. He continued to lead her to a small common area. The walls had various posters of this and that hung from them. The kitchenette was small and had artifacts of his life hobby, or more like obsession. Large containers of protein and smaller ones with creatine and other supplements nearly arranged on the counters.

"Given your dislike of our type and the advice you gave Lilith, were you pressed into prostitution?" He cleared off a needle point project he was working on from a coffee table in the common area. On the entertainment center say a well loved teddy bear.

"Care for some water, or juice. I don't carry alcohol with me typically." Stryker said as he offered her a seat.
15 Jan 2017, 3:38pm
Taking a seat in the common area of Stryker's ship, Jemine kicks off her shoes and settles back.

"Some water would be fine, thank you," she replies to Stryker. "After all the alcohol I've had today, I need to stay hydrated"

"To answer your question," she continues, "no, I wasn't pressed into prostitution exactly. You remember I told you that mama and papa were travelling entertainers? It wasn't a glamorous life; far from it, in fact. It was a life of grinding poverty, and we did what we had to simply in order to survive. Those bio-med packs my papa sold? They were fakes, sold to the gullible by a common con-man."

Jemine stands and paces about the deck. She sees the teddy bear and, smiling, picks it up.

"Papa did what he could," she goes on, "but it was mama who brought in most of our money. When I was a little girl I thought it was from the dancing, but it wasn't. She made the vast majority of our money during the night, to the sound of panting and moaning and cursing..."

Still holding the teddy bear close to her chest, Jemine sits down again.

"I was already dancing for money, of course. Mama had taught me everything she knew, though I was nowhere near as good as she was. But I did my best, and gleefully picked up the few credits that people threw down. It was after I gave birth to Bekka that I began to follow in mama's footsteps every night, to the sound of panting and moaning and cursing."

Jemine looks at Stryker.

"I meant what I said to Lilith," she says. "After the first dozen or so, you stop caring. It's the only way you can keep going."
15 Jan 2017, 7:54pm
Stryker took a seat on the couch, and watched Jem, the way her body movied. Her hair flowing and framing her face, listening. He too, knew what it was like to live with a con man. Though, from the sound of it, Jem's father did it because they had nothing; something Stryker could be tolerant of that. On the other hand, his care taker Grunt, did it out of pure greed. He despised people like that. Stryker was an honest mechanic. At least his work would have some integrity.

He continued to quietly watch Jem pick up the stuffy and placed his large hands behind his head, reclining back.

"Sounds like your mama, did that to provide for you. Because she loved you." He paused a moment. "I don't care what anyone says, but women don't go into prostitution because they want to. And it sounds like you did it for your daughter as well to provide her a better life. Sometimes we have to do things we despise, and make due the best we can. Not saying or trying to mitigate what you went through, mind ya."

He knew he was sounding a bit preachy.

"How did you get out of that gig? And what became of Bekka?" He asked out of curiosity.
16 Jan 2017, 1:27pm
"Bekka was born with a rare disease," Jemine explains. "They developed a cure for it a year or so ago, but it came too late for my daughter. She died in 3300. She was only ten years old."

Jemine is lost in her memories for a few moments, and then looks up at Stryker.

"Not long after Bekka died, I received a message from her father, Caz. He'd left me when I told him I was pregnant, you see. It was probably just as well he did, because papa would have killed him had he stayed. Anyway, Caz told me he'd made a comfortable living for himself on Earth, and said he wanted me to join him there. He arranged for me to be provided with a Sidewinder and a short course of basic lessons. Why he didn't simply pay for my passage on a liner, I'll never know. But that's how I became a spacer."
16 Jan 2017, 4:20pm
Stryker leaned forward, his massive muscles bulging, and a look of concern drew across his chiseled face. "I'm sorry for your loss. No parent should have to bury their children. Truly I am. I can't imagine the heartbreak..." He let it trail off.

Stryker didn't know how best to proceed. He was usually pretty frank and direct. He wanted to be tactful. He leaned back again looking directly into her eyes.

"So, Caz provided you with a ship and a means to leave that life. Very generous. Though, odd, he chose to do it that way, and after Bekka....So, why aren't you on Earth with him?" He paused again, hopped off the couch and fetched a glass of water. He returned holding the glass, offering it to her. "You are a very attractive woman. I'm sure he is very glad to have you." He said kindly.


Last edit: 16 Jan 2017, 4:51pm
17 Jan 2017, 12:24pm
Setting the teddy bear down on the couch, Jemine accepts the glass from Stryker and takes a sip.

"Thank you," she says, adding, "for your sympathy, I mean. And for the water, of course." She pauses for a few moments before continuing.

"I did get to Earth. It took a few months, what with having to earn the Sol System Permit first. I met up again with Caz in a city called New York. Such a strange place... Anyway, Caz was so happy to see me. He told me he'd done very well for himself on Earth, and took me for a ride out to sea in his skimmer. Then he asked me to marry him, and gave me a beautiful engagement ring, very expensive..."

She falls silent, once more lost in thought and memory.


Last edit: 17 Jan 2017, 2:13pm
17 Jan 2017, 1:16pm
After what felt like an eternity, Lilith picked up the plastic and put in the system name into the Galaxy Map.

*It couldn't just be one or two jumps...* She sighed exhasperated. The longer it took to get there, the more she'd have to fight the urge to fly her ship nose first into whatever room or ship Marra was staying in.

*Well... Like they said... Never meet your heroes* She ground her teeth. Not that Marra was a hero to her, even before she found herself being pimped out like a common junkie. But she had expected... What, exactly? Respect? Friendship? No... None of those... But definitely not, this.

"When you're invited to a Morgan's table and start screaming and shouting, you bankrupt yourself." The words rang in her ears. What the hell did it matter to her?? It was Glaboski she was shouting at... Then her thoughts turned to the Doctor.

*If he wasn't there... None of this would have happened...* Lilith thought, biting her tongue lest she yell at, well, nothing really. *That prick should have just stayed dead...*

A hint of a grin appeared on her face as she recalled asking how valuable he was to Marra. She hadn't responded to that. So Lilith took that to mean he was fair game, and the miniscule amount of pleasure the thought gave her was enough to make herself request takeoff, and set on her journey. Making sure to boost from the back of the station and out the mail slot in way of a big middle finger to all those around her. Destination, Exotica...

>Continued in Logbooks<

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