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.
06 Apr 2017, 5:27pm
Phisto stepped into the hall from Marcus' bedroom, having just finished settling him in.  Marcus was still soundly unconscious, but now with a fresh change of clothes and his hand properly bandaged.  Phisto turned to check on Marcus one final time, glancing back at the note he'd left on his bedside stand scribbled on a piece of scrap paper,

"Call me when you're feeling up to it.  We need to talk. - P"

Satisfied his friend would ride out his drug trip relatively unscathed, he turned and walked back down the hall of the ship towards the exit.

Reaching his right hand out and brushing his fingers down the cold steel of the hallway wall, Phisto mused on how easily folks invited each other into their ships.  It was the first thing to surprise him after leaving home.  Among his people, bringing someone into your ship was considered an immensely intimate and trust affirming act.  He thought back to when he offered Marcus the use of Puddle Jumper.  That wasn't quite the same thing, back home or otherwise.  Puddle was one of his ships, a tool to be used when required.  But No Data Available?  It was his home, an extension of himself, and his best way of asserting his will against the universe.  Getting used to people aboard that one took some effort.

However, he'd adjusted in the time since.  Folks had come aboard Data for all kinds of reasons, some intimate, most not.  But there was always a bit of tension for him, of anxiety.  When the inevitable jokes about flying Data themselves came up, he usually tried hard staying his anger, remembering his guests didn't know his customs and traditions.  He laughed to himself as he hit the Anaconda's exit ramp,

As if they'd know what to do.

Stepping back down to the docks, Phisto looked back up at Virtue, waved, and bowed his head slightly.

"Thanks for the visit, Marcus. Till next time."


Last edit: 06 Apr 2017, 5:34pm
06 Apr 2017, 7:54pm
Marra nods and raises her glass.

"You have an excellent head for business, Mister Snipes. And a deal."

"One of our recent acquisitions has a bounty of biological matter to perform the test on. I will have one of my personal biotech specialists oversee the project on our side and he'll meet with your people weekly to keep you updated on progress. Our security officers will be in touch in regard to your generous offer, to outline their needs."

She extends the glass across the table in an invitation for Snipes to clink it with his own.
06 Apr 2017, 8:14pm
Thinking was Leif's main business in the last half hour. He had been sitting, still at the sandwich kiosk, overthinking what Phisto had told him.

In his business, it was vital to know about the customers to weigh out the dangers of transporting them, and his usual way of trying to gather knowledge about others almost made him fall on his nose earlier. Luckily enough, he got at someone like Phisto, who was upright enough to tell him this directly.

He clenched his fist around the napkin dumpling one more time, sled off the seat and threw the napkin away while passing a trashcan on his way to his ship.
07 Apr 2017, 2:15am
Marcus rolled in his bunk, groaning heavily as he did-- his head was pounding now, vision painfully blurry as he cracked open his eyes, the stunningly violent white light infiltrating his senses rudely.

'Oh.... god....' he whispered.

Although he couldn't see much, the familiar texture of his bedding put him at ease, he knew where he was, and he was pretty grateful for it. The soft support of his mattress was far more comforting than the cool and hard gated surface of a jail bunk, which is where he figured he might have ended up, if not dead.

Thank you Phisto... you prick... Marcus rubbed the back of his head where a healthy bump now vacated the normally smooth albeit empty space...

Just a few more... minutes... Marcus thought as he closed his eyes, instantly passing out yet again.
07 Apr 2017, 2:17am
Snipes raised his glass to complete the toast.

"Lechyd da."

He finished the whiskey in appreciation. "I wouldn't have wanted to spend your time for less than a good deal. I understand some of the responsibility on your shoulders though to a much lesser degree, and opportunities to maximize the use of time and resources are valuable."
07 Apr 2017, 10:57am
Marra smiles in return, finishing her own drink.

"I wish more people had your no-nonsense approach, Mister Snipes. It would give me far less headaches."

She leans back in her chair, touching a panel behind her. The door to the stateroom slides open with hiss.

"My people will be in touch very soon. Safe journey back to Terminus."
07 Apr 2017, 3:19pm
Stryker felt much better after lifting. It was leg day and a series of reverse drop sets focusing on that muscle group left him sore and satisfied.

He was back on the Broken Bow shirtless, barefoot and wearing some comfortable pants, cooking his meal in the small kitchenette.

He had thought about Marcus little slight from earlier, You lift bro? Stryker smiled and shook his head. People just didn't understand this sport, and he had learned long ago that haters would be haters.

He tipped the seared meat off onto a plate, with rice and asparagus and sat at the table, eyeing the food with disdain.

Every sport, hobby and endeavors had moments that, just plain sucked. For Stryker it was eating. The high caloric requirements for bodybuilding necessitated eating every few hours. He didn't weigh out the proportions anymore. He had gotten pretty good at estimating it. Fist sized piece of protein, some grain. Lots of veg, and some fruit.

Stryker pushed the asparagus around on the plate, playing with it, delaying the inevitable. He pulled a piece of fish apart and, down the hatch it went, chased with a large gulp of water. He tried not to think about the task. He just, ate.

A holoslate laid on the table. He was tempted to pick it up, but he knew once he did he would stop eating. Mustering the self control he finished his meal before consulting the device. It had the rough schematics of an improved upon injection system. This is what he wanted to talk to Bryan about.
08 Apr 2017, 2:34am
The slow hydraulic lurch of the old RimLiner's main cabin door fills the space immediate to Marcus as he weakly grabs a support beam and leans out the opening of his ship, taking a quick survey of the dock. He winces as more light begins to interject itself into his surroundings.

painkillers... now...

Marcus slowly steps on to the bow of his ship. Off in the distance he can hear the faint and muffled clammor Of discussion, he walks lightly in its direction trying to get a better view, grabbing his head as he does.

painkillers Marcus...

He hears the hiss of a ship door activating, he thinks he's spotted where it's coming from and sits, crossing his legs in a way he can lean his elbow on his knee and prop his throbbing head up.

what the hell happened?

He waits, not sure what he's waiting for his eyes remain fixed in the general direction of the activity.
08 Apr 2017, 2:47am
Snipes nodded, retrieving his pistol from Idris.

"Thank you for your consideration and hospitality. To commemorate good business, I'll have a crate of Cymraeg Reserve Label vintage 3250 sent up to Nelson Port for Black Omega to celebrate its new acquisition of the system. Also, as I did not know if you would want the first shipment now or later, there is a black Corvette, transponder Darkfire, 20 klicks off of Citi with the first 100 tons of the cargo. Just let us know where you want it sent."

He dropped another card onto the table. "My personal channel should you need to reach me."

With a polite bow to the Lady Morgan, he said "Aros yn ddiogel" then turned on his heel and headed off the Python and back toward his silver gunship for a nap.
08 Apr 2017, 3:06am
Marcus, still wincing in discomfort, watches as the man from the bar heads out of a Python.

Snipes, if I'm not mistaken.
08 Apr 2017, 3:19am
Snipes had the oddest feeling that he was being watched. He took a quick glance at his attire.

No uniform, shouldn't be a target.

He couldn't shake his instinct. No armor either. Gotta stay alert. He slipped his hand into his old hoodie sweatshirt pocket and rested it around his pistol as he continued through the docks towards his vessel.
09 Apr 2017, 1:14am
Marcus hopped down off the ladder to the Virtue and watched as the man left his frame of view. He casually walked toward the Python, not entirely sure why he was snooping around, but any distraction from his current state of discomfort was welcome at this point. It was a battle hardened ship, the carbon scarring across the hull attested to many more than a few close calls. Various markings on the Python looked familiar, he was pretty sure this ship belonged to one of the Black Omega. As he approached the still open doorway to the vessel, he craned his neck to get any sort of view he could. Marcus paused a second and looked for any observers, the docks were quiet with nothing but the low hum of the ventilation system filling the empty echoing space.

no sign of Hercules... that's good.

Marcus took one last glance around before walking to the opening of the ship. Firmly, he knocked on a hunk of metal adjacent to the doorway.

"Anybody home?" He said casually.
09 Apr 2017, 1:42am
At the sound of someone knocking at the docking ramp, Idris stomps out.

The armoured monster raises his assault rifle, a menacing and gutteral growl rumbling in his chest.
09 Apr 2017, 4:27am
Marcus puts his hands up quickly and shakes them while nervously stammering and taking a couple half steps backward.

"Whoa whoa whoa there neighbor.... just seeing if I could get a cup of sugar?"

Marcus looks up at his wrist,, with a couple flicks of his fingertips the Virtue's menacingly ample supply of hard points could be out and locked in on our new friends, being only a few bays away,-- but there had to be a far more elegant solution to this circumstance.
09 Apr 2017, 5:35am
Idris tilts his head over his shoulder, calling up to this ship's occupant in a barritone rumble;

"Do we have any sugar?"

From within, an irritated reply; "What?"

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