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

General Roleplay Etiquette:

1. Control only the actions of your own character(s). (AKA: God Mode)
This doesn't matter how small the action is, even if it is as simple as scratching their nose or a direct reaction to something else that just happened. This applies to everything from casual conversation to full blown fight scenes. If you'd like someone to do something specific, PM that person, however keep in mind they are completely within their rights to say no. Especially if said action is inappropriate to their character and/or circumstance.

2. Don't brute force your way into another persons RP.
Approaching with a conversation starter is fine, or indeed some other small action. However charging in, guns blazing and disrupting the flow of another person/pair/groups conversation/arc is about as rude as doing so in real life. If something is going on that you'd like to participate in, be subtle about it. Put out a gentle hook for someone to take, but again, be aware that said hook may not be taken. If you fear it was simply unnoticed, PM the person or people it concerns. Or even leave a message in the OOC forums.

3. Good grammar and spelling is preferred.
We're not asking you to be perfect, but please at least demonstrate willingness. no1 iz gna tak u srsly usng txt spk. There's a wide variety of people here, many who speak English as a second, or even third language. There are even some with varying degrees of dyslexia and/or likely other issues that affect spelling/grammar. We accept them all here. However, people who aren't accepted, are those unwilling to accept polite correction. Remember that even a small thing like the placement of a comma, or the wrong use of there/their/they're can completely change the definition of an entire sentence.

4. Accept constructive criticism gracefully and politely.
If someone spots an issue with your writings, they may wish to help you improve that writing. They may do this through PM or even publicly air their thoughts on the OOC forum. If they have taken the time to be polite and explain what is wrong with your writing, the best way to behave is to respond in kind, using the same manner they have approached you with. It means they have taken an active interest in what you have written and wish to see more. Basically, you have a fan!

5. Don't take the actions or opinions of things done IN RP, to be directly relevant to the writers thoughts or opinions.
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.


Inara RP Etiquette:

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.

2. Respect the characters created by others.
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.

4. Either subscribe to, or frequently check, the Roleplay: Q&A and OOC forum.
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.

5. Large Scale events exploding out of nowhere are a complete no go.
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.
Maestro_57
24 Dec 2016, 6:51am
"Roger, will comply officer. Is that what you want me to call you?" asked Alivar.

"The chief tells me that station council says there is probable cause to detain the vessel. Is there some kind of "boot" device that can be put on from the outside that would prevent the ship from departing?"
Luke3107
24 Dec 2016, 7:45am
"Just Branders is fine. I'm not technically an officer anyways." Branders replied blandly, "As for a boot, we can arrange for the ship to be put into lockdown. I'd hope my Commander has already done so but I'll check."

Reaching for the radio attached to his shoulder, Branders turned his head to speak into the Mic.

"Commander, Branders here, just confirming the suspects Python is in Lockdown. Don't fancy taking an unexpected trip ifc we're forced to board, over." He said clearly.

As small crackle and a response came through.

"We're just running the procedures now. Should be done shortly Branders." Came a gruff voice.

"Roger that, Over and Out." Branders said simply before turning back to Alivar, "There, should be done by the time we get there." He said with a small grin.
Rowen_Stipe
28 Dec 2016, 5:43pm
A military green Mk IV Cobra speeds to it's landing pad, it's side decals sporting "Mostly Harmless" combat rankings and a forward Merchant decal. It slows down immensely once it finally extends it landing gear, roughly 200 meters away, and comes to a fairly gentle landing considering it's speed.

A few minutes goes by before it's pilot steps out, still in his pilot suit and a helmet but covered by a green jacket. He looked around before a trio of purple question marks appeared on his helmet face, "Alright Rowen... Now where too..." He'd ask aloud, his voice mildly distorted by the speaker system he used. He finally spotted what seemed to be a directory and wandered over through the crowd as casual as he could be and stood in front of it to check out the various places of interest.
BlackSkulCoyote
29 Dec 2016, 4:02pm
An ASP Scout comes crashing through the mail slot smashing a few times before landing in its designated pad, the pilot exits yelling at the ship while saying "god i should not have got that stupid black market Auto Dock!"

the pilot had clearly been through a fair bit having lost an arm and a leg, clearly replaced with imperial tech. The pilot proceeded to turn to the croud watching him after seeing the event that had just occured.

he proceeded to say "Relax i`m fine", and walked towards the machanics to get his ship all fixed up.

Last edit: 29 Dec 2016, 8:51pm
Kurama Phoenix
01 Jan 2017, 4:49pm
He spent a night a citi gateway when he was returning to his ship he saw every one cheering he ask
"Why's everybody cheering ???" Until he realized "oh your cheering its 3303........"
User23543
06 Jan 2017, 3:28am
Phisto skidded out of the lift from Ingaba, and with the excitement of the alien videos had completely forgotten just how intoxicated he was.  Losing his balance, he quite ungracefully met with the ground.  Throwing his arms out to catch his fall, he clumsily hit, rolling onto his back.

There you go.  Finally fell down.

Slowly, he rolled back onto his stomach and pushed himself back up to his feet.  Looking around, he noticed no one had, well, noticed him.  Nearly everyone's eyes were glued to some kind of screen, either watching the alien footage or communicating with others about the alien footage.

Huh. I guess this should be expected.  Better keep moving... and radio ahead to Data to have a stim pack ready.  Can't fly like this, after all.

More carefully and with greater attention, Phisto broke out into a trot, heading for Docking Bay 7, and No Data Available.
Isaiah Evanson
07 Jan 2017, 12:45am
Back on the Bloodfeather, Isaiah and Cait stood at the rear of the cockpit. Cait leaned back against one of the consoles, arms crossed as Isaiah hunched over one on the opposite side, his fingers darting over holographic panels.

"Blood, bring up the galaxy map for me, would you? With my annotations, please," Isaiah said, turning around and mimicking Cait's posture. 

The map of the galaxy materialized between the two of them, the entirety of the Milky Way laid out before them. Four regions were marked and highlighted on the map.

Isaiah pointed to each one. "The Pleiades, Hawkin's Gap, the Conflux, and the Formidine Rift," he said to Cait, looking up at her through the holographic projection. "Four regions of space, all of them connected - somehow. Or so I've been told."

"By whom?" Cait asked, stepping forward. 

"Explorers. Dozens of them."

"Hearsay. Rumors."

Isaiah shrugged his shoulders, arms still crossed. "You told me to tell you what I know. And what I know is that whatever we just saw there, that's not hearsay. That's not rumor. That's real. It exists. They exist."

"And what about Kahina? You started this investigation because of her."

"I started this investigation because Cuthrick gave a mandate that we find out the truth. She came back to civilization bearing a message, one that never got out. A warning. I think she was warning us about... that. Whatever that was."

Cait made a low sound of acknowledgment, but said nothing. She tapped her finger on her lower lip. 

"I think someone had it out for her, to be honest," Isaiah said, shifting his posture slightly and running a hand through his hair, ruffling it gently. "A week or two before she returns to Cemiess, the Imperial Citizen ran articles attacking her character, implying that she staged the assassination on her family to usurp Algreb Loren's seat in the Senate. Like someone knew she was coming back and they wanted to discredit her. Suddenly she's back in Cemiess and is apprehended by Imperial security - but she got a message to a Chapterhouse Inquisitor about something in these four places."

"Do you have the message?"

"Bloodfeather, play it."

"Heavy fire...mayday! Imperial markings! Traitors... Shields are down, we're taking damage...it's... I thought I sensed his arrogance! How dare... We're being boarded. I only have moments. Please get word to the Children of Raxxla, tell them I have new information. The Rift, Hawkin's Gap and the Conflux are connected with strange happenings in the Pleiades. They must find out before..."

Isaiah's expression was grim, but resolved. Cait stared at him for several moments, then made another low sound of acknowledgment. She started to pace around the cockpit.

"Someone knew. She found something beyond civilized space and came back to warn us. But I don't know what she was trying to warn us about. Thargoids? Something else? I simply don't know. That's what I've been trying to find out. I've been trying to find out where she went when she disappeared in July of 3301, who she associated with, who she talked to, worked with... and who might have been behind the attempt to silence her."

"Oh, come off it, Isaiah," Cait said with a hint of irritation in her voice. "She attempted to assassinate the Admiral of the Fleet."

"According to whom?" 

"It's public knowledge that she was never fond of Patreus and there's a recording of her asking for his head on a platter."

"You think she came back to the bubble just to assassinate someone? Really? Think about it Cait, what kind of person hires hitmen to kill someone and then goes to the scene of the crime? Do you really think someone like Kahina, who the Imperial Citizen accused of planned her own family's assassination, would be so sloppy?" 

Cait's mouth tightened into a grimace. 

"It may be that she wanted him dead," Isaiah continued. "I don't know what she was thinking. I've never met the woman and she's long gone now. But there is more to this than people realize. I'm telling you, someone wanted her silenced and they got exactly what they wanted."

"You think it's Patreus?"

"No. Runs deeper than political rivalries. I think someone has more esoteric and loftier goals in mind. Kahina simply posed a threat to their timing and order. They acted to protect their interests." Isaiah unfurled his arms and took a step towards the projection of the galaxy. "Blood, bring up my personal files, please."

The projection changed to various folders and documents bearing the names of people and corporations. Cait noticed several of them were familiar to her. Core Dynamics. Sirius Corporation. MetaDrive. Nigel Smeaton. Jasmina Halsey. Raan Corsen. Antares. Starship One. Nevermore.

"What is all of this?"

"Connections. All of them are connected somehow."

"How long have you been working on this?"

"Months," he said, rubbing his temples. "The better part of a year, actually."

Cait stared at him, his face lit by the projection, his eyes scanning over each and every document. For a moment, she forgot that there were wild and fantastic things happening beyond the fringes of known space. She was captivated by him and his obsession with figuring things out, with making the connections that others might have missed. On full display to her was someone with a relentless hunger for the truth. Even with the grim look on his face, Cait knew he loved it. It was his natural state, feeding his curiosity, driving him to find the answers even when there may have been no way to know.

"I know I got up and left without much of a goodbye, Cait," he said, wringing his hands, knuckles popping. "But this is what I've been working on. Something is happening. Has happened. I want to know why. I want to know what's next."

"Well, let's get started then."

"With?"

"Everything. I asked you to tell me everything." She motioned to the projection before them. "Take me through each file, one at a time. I'll help you. We'll figure it out together."

Isaiah managed a slight smile, looking up at her and motioning with his head towards the cockpit door. "If we're going to go through each file, I'd rather be comfortable. Let's go belowdeck."

"Fair enough," she replied, returning his smile. The projection faded, and the two of them went down to the forward cabin to carry on their discussion.

Last edit: 07 Jan 2017, 1:24am
Luke3107
09 Jan 2017, 3:38pm
A white and blue Anaconda slid gently through the Mail Slot before gently rotating and lining up with a landing pad at the far end of the Station. The pilot turned off the music he had playing through the speakers in order to concentrate better, cutting short a band asking people not to stop believing. Although what he was expected to continue believing was a question that remained unanswered as far as he could tell.

"DeLacy Lima Uniform Kilo beginning descent" Said Luke ensuring the pad would be clear before he touched down.

"Roger that, please keep speed below 100M/s Commander" Came the monotonous voice from control.

A moment later, with a gentle thunk and hiss, the large vessel touched down. Shortly after, the entire pad descended into the depths, rotated, and reversed into the hanger. Luke tapped a few keys on his computer, requesting a full workup. 'The Three Rs' as he liked to call it, Refuel, Rearm, Repair. Not that it was in desperate need of any of those things, it just paid to be safe than sorry.

Once he'd switched the ship to low power mode, he pulled off his Remlock suit, threw on something more comfortable and donned his favourite leather jacket with the red trims and Pilots Federation Ranks on the arm. Out of habit, he went to reach for his hat, before remembering he'd lost it last time he was here.

Descending the boarding ramp, he gave the station workers a friendly wave before making his way through the corridoors towards the elevator that lead to the main streets of Citi Gateway. His targetted destination, the Inara Galactic Bar.

Last edit: 09 Jan 2017, 3:44pm
Cartlidge1000
09 Jan 2017, 4:12pm
"Zorgon Peterson, Charlie-Alfa-Romeo, you are clear to land at your own discretion, please be aware that speed restrictions are in place around this facility."

With his request approved, Cartlidge pulled the Fer-de-Lance's throttle down to around 90 meters per second, aligning the ship with the station's mail slot.

"Alright, here's the moment of truth," he muttered to himself as the general ship scan warning appeared across his canopy. His grip tightened around the ship's throttle and joystick for a moment, causing his knuckles to turn white. After hearing the hiss of his ship entering the station's atmosphere, however, he allowed himself to relax.

Once his ship had landed on the pad, he turned his attention to his comm panel. "Alright. One more time," he muttered to himself.
Luke3107
09 Jan 2017, 4:48pm
Leaning against the wall beside the elevator, Luke turned to watch the traffic flowing in and out of the station. Taking note of a Fer-De-Lance that made it's way in. He had his own one of those too, they were such a joy to fly, but Luke was very interchangeable with his job choice and so he didn't take his out and about much.
Nicholas Locke
09 Jan 2017, 5:15pm
Aboard the Fulcrum, Locke sat at his worktable, cleaning out the barrel of his rifle. After a while of this he heard a faint ringing from the living quarters of the Fer-de-Lance.

"Ash, could you get that?" He spoke, not distracted from his work.

"Already did." Came the reply from the door.

"What's it say?"

"Apparently it's someone's birthday. A 'Miss Morgan.'"

Locke dropped the barrel on the table, stood and jogged over to his weapon cabinet.
Shit, that was today?

Ash came walking around the corner into the same room as Locke, still holding the PDA, before she asked, "Who is that, anyway?"

"Co-worker, I would explain further but I don't have the time to explain all the internal politics," Locke spoke as he drew a pistol from the lower rack of the cabinet, unloading the magazine and locking the slide back.
"Think this would make a good present?"

"Your choice."

Locke pulled open a drawer and retrieved a small box, opening the case and placing the firearm and the magazine inside.

"Alright, I'll be gone for a while. I'd prefer it if you didn't steal the ship while I'm out." Locke said as he closed the case and locked it.
He quickly retrieved his usual equipment, his own pistol on a thigh holster, a short straight blade hidden on his forearm, before donning his usual large jacket to conceal the weapons.

"I would never." Ash replied as Locke made his departure, small package in tow.
Luke3107
09 Jan 2017, 10:25pm
Standing in the otherwise empty corridoor, Luke began to wonder if it was out of order. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than a loud ping sounded and the doors parted. Stepping inside, he hit the button to Citi Gateway and stood patiently as the doors closed again and the lift began it's journey.

>Continued in Citi Gateway<
Isaiah Evanson
11 Jan 2017, 1:20pm
"We should leave soon," Cait mumbled, half-asleep in Isaiah's arms, eyes closed blissfully. "But I really don't feel like flying tonight."

"Certainly a lot easier to stay in bed," Isaiah replied, kissing her shoulder lightly. "Plus I'm positive we're both going to have one hell of a hangover."

"Oh, don't talk like that. It was half a bottle split between the two of us. We'll be fine."

"To be clear, it's a big fuckin' bottle."

Cait laughed softly and nestled back into him, sighing to herself. They'd gotten more than a little carried away once they were in the cabin - it was difficult to remember where the conversation derailed and their passions won out. There was something different about it all, though - a change in the tone of their relationship beyond mere banter and playful jest. Maybe it was the combination of the events of the past days, or maybe it was the alcohol, and the theories, and the feeling that the only thing they truly had to hold onto was each other. She couldn't say exactly. Cait only knew that the man laying next to her had changed her in ways she never imagined.

Isaiah too sensed a shift, not only in her, but in himself. It was there, in those moments with Cait, that he realized that he'd finally gotten back the things he thought he'd lost forever. Home. Love. A cause worth fighting for. It wasn't how he imagined his life turning out, but looking back, he didn't want it any other way.

"The finest steel endures the hottest fire," he said quietly, more to himself than to Cait.

"Hmm?"

"Nothing. Just thinking."

"About?"

"This. Us. You. What it took to get here." He reached for her hand under the blanket that covered them, interlocking his fingers with her own. "There was a lot of darkness there for a while."

"This is the part where I'd rattle off some cliché about darkness and light," Cait replied, laughing quietly. She squeezed his hand to emphasize her next point. "It's never that simple. We all just get lost along the way. Some people never come back from that." She paused, thinking of her own course in life. A promising Navy career had been cut short for her over... misconduct with a superior officer. Without anything to fall back on, she'd turned to hunting, cast aside her morals and convictions, letting her more base instincts govern her behavior. And yet, she'd come back from that.

Losing home was one of the toughest things Isaiah had ever endured. The terrible things he did in the aftermath had taken even more from him. He'd lost himself in his own grief and guilt and it wasn't until he'd found his way to Prism and settled there to heal that things started to come back full circle. What had once been lost was regained and replenished. He'd harnessed his guilt and his pain and used it to become something more - and there was no one more dangerous than a man who could take what life had given him and make it work for his own betterment.

They'd both come back from the brink in their own ways.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is that, if we have them, our better angels seem to guide us back," Cait concluded. "In my case, I think you've helped to remind me that things aren't as clear-cut as I used to think they were."

"You're saying I'm your better angel?" Isaiah asked, looking mildly amused.

"Well, maybe not an angel." There was that hint of mischief in her voice again. "You can be a real devil sometimes. But yes, more or less. I would've gone ballistic on Lilith had it not been for the fact that I knew it would've pissed you off."

He laughed, kissing her cheek softly. "Can I just say that I would love to see that fight?"

"Would you now?"

"Yeah. She seems like more than a match for you."

"You're just saying that to get under my skin. Try again, buddy."

Isaiah laughed again, running his hand up and down her hip. "In all seriousness though... I guess I can say the same for myself. You know me. I tend to rush headlong into things. I don't stop and think about the dangers, I just rush right into the fray and figure things out as I go along. But you've done a lot to help me dial that back. I'm a little more methodical. Not quite so reckless."

"Still an idiot though," she said, elbowing him in the ribs, her laughter joining his.

"Your idiot."

"Goddamn right you are. You're a lucky man."

"I know."

Releasing his hand from her grasp, Cait turned around to face him, smiling sheepishly. They gazed at each other, both of them silent with their own thoughts. There was a knot of tension in Isaiah's chest as he studied her, the light of the hangar bay filtering down from the skylight in the cabin. He was simply captivated by her, lost in that moment, trying to fathom the fact that she was there with him. She was worth every ounce of blood, sweat, and tears that he'd shed. She would always be worth it.

He was about to say something to her when Bloodfeather's vocoder quietly intruded on the moment.

"Excuse me," Bloodfeather said softly, the voice filling the cabin. "I have a priority message for you, Isaiah."

He growled in frustration, rolling his eyes. Cait giggled, giving him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"From?"

"Arman Abassi."

"Okay, put him through."

A hiss of static pricked his ears, and the gravelly, clipped voice of Mr. Abassi came through with only slight interference. "Isaiah?"

"Yes sir?"

"I have some... sad news," Arman's voice wavered perceptibly, causing Isaiah's heart to sink. Cait saw the change and reached for his hand again, taking it and holding it tightly.

"What's wrong?"

"Irena is not doing well. She's been moved into hospice care. She doesn't have long now." There was a long pause - Isaiah could already see the sadness on Arman's face in his mind's eye. Arman stumbled over his words, trying to find something to say.

"I'll be there soon," Isaiah said, relieving Arman of the need to continue. "Are you okay?"

"Not particularly, no," Arman said feebly. "I trust you'll make best speed?"

"Of course."

"I anxiously await your arrival, Isaiah." The transmission cut out without further fanfare.

Cait kissed the back of his hand softly, her other hand finding his cheek. "Before you get up, just... lay here with me. Breathe."

He didn't want to. Irena was incredibly important to him. She'd been the guiding force for him for almost a year; a constant source of wisdom and encouragment. And now she was on her deathbed. Isaiah found it nearly impossible to sit there, staring at Cait, listening to her try to console him.

She brushed a hand through his hair, holding his gaze. "It's okay. You know I'll be here for you."

"I know that, Cait," he replied. "I'm just... shocked."

"It's going to be okay."

Isaiah exhaled slowly, finding his bearings. To his surprise, he felt no rush of emotion or intense sadness. Maybe it hadn't sunk in yet. In fact, he felt as calm as ever. He breathed in, and exhaled once more, eyes on Cait, her eyes on him.

She kept his mind at ease.

"Let's get dressed and get out of here, yeah?" Cait said finally.

"Yeah. Let's go home."
User23543
12 Jan 2017, 4:35am
"Sierra Oscar November, you are cleared for landing.  Please approach docking pad 13 at the appropriate speed."

"Understood, tower," Phisto slowed No Data Available to 99 m/s and moved through the station shields, "and sorry about that boost the other day... if you've flown anything you've truly loved, you'd understand. Over."

"Why do you think I cleared you for docking, over?"

Phisto grinned wide, "Understood, tower. I'll make sure to pay that fine straight away."  No Data Available deftly flipped over and deployed her landing pads, gently moving to the station surface.  Phisto glanced at the sleeves of his Remlock flight suit and frowned.

No, this won't do at all.

Last edit: 12 Jan 2017, 4:42am
Gheeda
12 Jan 2017, 1:19pm
"Come now tower...Just because I have a criminal record of smuggling drugs and firearms in various systems doesn't mean I'm currently carrying any." Tokito says towards his comms link with a smile. The current situation is serving as a good reminder to Tokito to get his hands on some false IDs and registration numbers for his Viper. After the tower put it though their systems they managed to pull up his rap sheet of multiple failed attempts of getting illicit cargo though station security.

"Then there should be no issue if we do a quick scan of your cargo, Commander. This will take but just a moment." The tower admin responded.

"Fine, Fine, just be quick about it so I can get on my way, will you?" Tokito says as he impatiently falls back into his chair. Looking to his left he can see another Viper of the Mark IV variant flying towards him. Getting a scan on the ship reveals him to be apart of the system'so security. Tokito figured this was the pig that was gonna be sticking his nose nto his cargo hold. Tokito leans foward and from within his cockpit gives the other vessel a grin and flamboyant wave.

While Tokito held some distaste for security forces he wasn't looking for any trouble. In theses cases it was best for him to get though with their little power trip so he can be on his way. To add to that he didn't want to take on this guy along with the station's defenses.

As his ship's computer informs him of a cargo scan being detected, Tokito begins tapping his fingers on his armrest. "He's hold is empty, Tower." The security officer announces over their comms channel.

"Understood, sorry for the hold up Commander. Please make your way to the dock coordinates we are uploading now."

"About damn time..Hey before you go tower can you get a repair crew ready? I got too close to a sun on my trip and damn thing fried some of systems." Tokito says as he feeds the docking data to his ship's docking computer.

"We have plenty of teams ready to repair any damage so long as you p-" The admin is then cut off by Tokito

"Yeah Yeah Yeah, I'm wiring the credits now. Just get to work as soon as I land."

"As you wish Commander, enjoy your visit"

As the comms channel closes and his docking computer gets to work. Tokito reaches over to his ashtray to retrieve half a blunt and his ligher convientiely placed beside it. After a spark and a drag Tokito relaxes as he smoothly drifts though station traffic. Upon approaching the landing pad he gets up and makes his way to the cargother hold of the ship.

Empty, just like that pig from before reported. No special hiding spots or magicall crates to hide illegal goods in. Just a barren and spacious hold. From here Tokito paced about waiting for the ship to make its landing. Currently he was wrestling with a idea he could use for another issue of "The Corsair's word". A little logbook show of his where he spreads the good word of Archon Delaine. When he's not smuggling,robbing or murdering. Tokito can be found trying to come up with ways to promote the Kumo crew's agenda. As well as trying to be a voice for any pirate that is silenced by the Empire and Federation

He snaps back to reality as he feels the ship making contact with the landing pad. He then turns his attention to the loading ramp which begins to automatcially lower. Tokito takes anther puff his blunt before walking out to see a team of orange clad dock workers moving into position with heavy machinery. Getting repairs immediately was always top priority for Tokito. Who knows how long his presence would be welcomed here so it's best that his damages get fixed in case he had to make a quick getaway.

Tokito approaches the man who appears to be the one in charge. A old man barking out orders to the dock workers, the stereotypical manager. The elderly man turns to face Tokito and instantly he can tell that he's already intimidated. Had to have been his appearance that gave this kinda of reaction. Primarily the tattoos of two spider legs creeping down across his eyes. Combined with his attire that's suited for a rogue and fire red mohawk. It could be suggested that the old wind bag connected the dots and figured this man is a outlaw. If not immediately identifying him as a outlaw to Archon Delaine.

Tokito grins and hands over the blunt to the man and pats him on the shoulder "Take care of my ship, will you?" He says as he walks past him. Before moving entirely out of earshot Tokito looks back at the man examining the blunt he was given.

"Hey be carefully with that stuff. Its that high quality shit, imported straight from Earth!" Though "imported" was a very loose term used by Tokito. After that, Tokito decides to make his first stop the Pilot's market. Maybe heven could find a interesting piece or two for his vessel

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