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.
18 Dec 2016, 2:13pm
Commander Reiffis and his companion soon arrived at Hanger 32 and boarded his Python. After a few pre-flight checks he was ready for lift off. Slowly he raised the ship before retracting the landing gear. It was then that he increased his speed wuickly and sped off out of the station into space.

His long journey awaited him, deep into Federation Space.
19 Dec 2016, 3:54am
Cartlidge took his seat as the Paladin rose to the surface. The mailslot, and freedom, was now in view.

"Ten those guns better not target me or I'll be full of holes in about three seconds," Cartlidge said as he slowly lifted the ship off the pad."

"They won't. I made sure to shut them down for 'maintenance' before the system kicked me out. Just watch out for the patrol's outside."

"Got it," Cartlidge replied as he retracted his landing gear and aligned his ship with the slot. Without hesitation, he flew full speed through the mailslot, scraping his shields against the edges in the process. Making sure to dodge any incoming ships, he boosted his way out of the No-Fire-Zone. Though fast, the security ships, weighed down by their armor, could not keep up with the Paladin's augmented thrusters, and eventually, the ship flew out of their normal patrol range.

Cartlidge continued to drift at full speed until he was roughly 100 kilometers from the station. He turned his attention to his communication panel and started to type a message.

"I'm out. Wing beacon is active so you'll be able to find me. I have to try and get this FSD working again." He sent the message, dropped the ship's speed to idle, and got back out of his chair to head back down into the guts of the ship.
19 Dec 2016, 9:37pm
Dropping out of supercruise; Poach quickly engaged silent running and disabled non essential modules. "I can't get caught. Not here. Not this system." With illicit cargo in mind he carefully maneuvered Spear Head (an old python modded for long hauls) into alignment with the stations entry. "Not another fine or bounty for nothing! Absolutely rediculous!" Loosing credits was not something Mr. Poach was fond of. He absolutely despised it. He refused to pay fines and was even known to stay docked for days just to run out a bounty. Or head straight off into the black unknown for a week.

But this time he had to stay in the bubble. He had to get these specimens to the lab. At 68% hull (caused by a pirate a few hops back who went by Hen Burr) and over 300ly away from Pontar; he had to stop for repairs.

After dropping a heat sink and submitting a docking request; the commander increased his throttle and shouted, "Oh shhhhit"! Roaring out of the slot was a hunk of metal. The light from inside the station dawned it in shadow. The make and model was unknown as it went by so fast. "Oh holy space cat", whispered poach as sweat ran down his face and into his mouth. Whipping his eyes he reestablished his vision and entered the star port. "Number 7 right in front, good." Poach docked with textbook precision sustaining no additional hull damage.

Briskly making his way down from the battered python, poach could see the ground crew leader ready for orders. Half way down the steps he started to state his demands. " I need a full repair, restock, refuel, and respray. And please, please, please tell me you have those bobbly head Christ Mass trees"? Reaching the landing deck poach got a better look at the man. He had a disturbed look in his eye. "What's the matter sir", ask poach. "You look like you've seen a ghost sir", proclaimed the portly fellow. "Well, I had quite a frieght coming in to dock. A mad man came whirling out of the mail slot like, like, well like a mad man!" Poach shouted. "Oh very sorry sir, we tried to shoot him, but he got away. And then our ports laser malfunctioned. Please, enjoy a free meal and drink ticket on behalf of the port for your inconvenience."

"Free", poach said with a smirk while tapping the mans thick shoulder. "You probably use quite a few of those tickets", poach joked. The man went from grinning to a blank, stunned faced. Poach, who was so pleased with the thought of free food, went along unaware he had offended the man.

Walking away from the landing pad, poach noticed a beluga liner. "Some day, someday I'll have you." Poach took a few seconds to day dream and quickly noticed Spear Head in the reflection of the ships large canopy. As it lowered slowly down into the hangar he said, "but you and Guidance are all I have for now".


Last edit: 20 Dec 2016, 12:21pm
20 Dec 2016, 8:52am
After sitting for what seems like all day, and watching a battle-worn python slip in all stealth'd up and unannounced,  Alivar also drops a heat sink, goes silent running, makes one final plea for a berth assignment, and follows the python in through the mail slot.  Halfway in, station control finally wakes up.

"Afterglow, this is Inara Control, we apologize for the delay getting back to you but there seems to be some kind of situation,  some of our security has reported gunfire. We are giving you dock number 87, it is about as far away from the disturbance as possible.  We recommend you maintain your shields and proceed with caution."

"OK, finally", said Alivar. "Proceeding with caution to Eight Seven".  He took her out of stealth and used a few calories to restore the shields and proceeded without incident to berth 87. Upon landing, Alivar took the precaution to strap on a concealed side-arm (he usually travels unarmed) and headed out through the ships airlock thinking about the heat sink he wasted outside and hoping it doesn't bump into anything on the way down to burn up in the planets atmosphere.

The dockmaster is just arriving and waves Alivar over.  "Sir, we are so sorry for the inconvenience"  On behalf of Inara station, I would like to present you with this chit for a meal and drink in the InGaBa Bar."

Not mentioning the cost of the dropped heat sink, Alivar smiled politely and thanked the dock master.  "All I need is a fuel top-off please, and please let me know where your local ship broker can be found, I'm looking for a fast Eagle"

"I don't know if there are any Eagles for sale here, but I'll check around for you."  I'll pass you contacts for a couple of folks who could help you with your search."

With that, Maestro headed off to the bar with a final, "Oh, and my callsign is Maestro, thanks!"

<Continued in the galactic bar>


Last edit: 20 Dec 2016, 12:40pm
22 Dec 2016, 7:03am
The flight from the Main System star to Citi Gateway was uneventful, and upon arriving outside the station Lilith was greeted with the usual welcome message and instructions. Automatically she sent a docking request and received permission to land, which she did without hesitation.

Carefully rotating her Python to match the station she gently descended onto the platform and had the ship enter the hangar bay. Requesting a refuel she lamented on the fact it took a pitstop to reach Fairbairn Platform. An outpost in a system merely 20 Lightyears away!!! She pulled up the outfitting and decided to upgrade her ships FSD and Fuel Tank. Knowing this would increase heat build up and slightly decrease manouverability, she figured she could balance that by simply switching unnecessary systems off during combat and using her gimballed weapomns to their full capabilities.

Sending payment via the ships computer, she deactivated the vessels systems and left it in low power mode. Grabbing her trenchcoat on the way out she instinctively went to holster her gun but found it was missing. Even her spare. Gritting her teeth, she simply put her knife into her custom sheathe, set fkush against the strap of her gun holster, and inserted a spare into her boot and wrist straps as usual. She'd make a point to visit an arms dealer on board the station. If indeed there were any here.

With that she descended the ships access ramp and left the pad. Making her way to the elevator unimpeded she hit the button and stepped inside. Clicking the button to begin the ascent towards the main streets of Citi Gateway, figuring the best place to look for Isaiah or Cait would be the Medical Ward.

>Continued in Citi Gateway<


Last edit: 22 Dec 2016, 7:50am
22 Dec 2016, 10:01pm
WOMP!

Citi Gateway rushed into view as No Data Available dropped out of supercruise.  Perfectly aligned with the middle of the docking slot, Phisto punched boost and aligned the nose of his ship with the green lit side of the port.  Hitting 7.49km from the station, he radioed for docking permission.

"Docking request granted, Commander.  Welcome to our station.  Please yield to smaller ships when entering the docking bay."  Spotting a Cobra vectoring on the docking port, Phisto kept the throttle max longer than he might otherwise, skipping just ahead of the competing ship.

Not real close, but not polite either.  And I did yield, in a manner of speaking.  Phisto grinned.

Adjusting the throttle back past neutral in order to slow his speed, the warm hum of the docking port shields hit his ears.  He watched his speed indicator drop as the black Fer De Lance moved through the shielding.

99m per second.  Phisto grinned a second time.

Deploying his landing gear, he approached his assigned landing pad.  Now inside the station, away from system patrol, everything in his body was telling him to hurry while his training and flight experience simply would not allow it.  It was, in a word, unpleasant.

An irresistible force meets an immovable object, I suppose.  I just hope he's still here.  I've been away longer than I'd like.

Setting down gently, the docking clamps grabbed his landing gear with their signature metallic clunking while service tubes and hoses attached to the ship with a sharp hiss.  Jumping off from his chair, Phisto ran towards the exit.


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23 Dec 2016, 5:49am
Alivar's mobile buzzed just as he was dropping of to sleep in the berth of his Viper Afterglow.  It was the Chief of Security:  "Sorry to disturb you but we just got a call from the waitress at Ingaba.  It turns out that there was a customer heard raving in the bathroom.  Normally that would not require a call to security, but a few minutes later he was seen being unwillingly escorted out of the bar.  The waiteress looked at some images and identified the patron as a Mr. Poach, owner of the Python affiliated with Canonn. She could not identify his escort."

"Have your people finished running the background check on me?" said Alivar.  "Not yet" said the chief, "but we think we can trust you for now."  "What can we do to hold the ship and question the crew?" asked Alivar.  "Station council believes we have probable cause to inspect the ship.  I'm having a warrent drawn up now." said ComSec.  I have also sent Officer Branders to meet you at your ship and to act as liason between yourself and station security."

A message was sent to Poach and to the general address of his Python:  Dear Mr. Poach and any crew or other occupants of the Python (vessel name?) affiliated with Canonn:  Please come to Inara Station Security to discuss the contents of your vessel.  Please cooporate with any station personnel attempting to assist you in finding station security.  Please do not leave Inaba Station.  Lethal force has been authorized in the event you do not comply with these requests."


Last edit: 23 Dec 2016, 6:14am
23 Dec 2016, 6:07am
Alivar dressed and waited for Officer Branders.  After greetings and introductions Branders mentioned that he was also instructed to provide body guard services for Alivar.  Alivar sized him up: "You look like you can handle yourself in a fight but you should know that my general philosophy in a fight is to cut and run.  So if needed, just provide a rear-guard then we can regroup and plan our next move when safe."

"Now let's see if we can get a boot to prevent that ship from leaving and go pay that Python a visit."


Last edit: 23 Dec 2016, 6:24am
23 Dec 2016, 9:38am
speed walking down a corridor and out into the bustling market

"jeez, if this ever happened at the Canonn Institute they'd surely banish me", Poach cried out, his voice drowned out by the sounds of shoppers haggling. He was still being dragged by a woman who had just saved him from a lifetime in a mental ward. She worked for the same people he did. Apparently on a higher echelon and pay grade. A group of four uniformed security guards stood nearby with there backs toward the pair. Knowing they looked suspect, the two quickly turned and ducked behind a rotating display of T-Shirts. "Can you please... my arms," He complained. The woman quickly popped his joints into place. "Ermmff," he mumbled as to not arouse suspicion. "Synthetic fiber tendon mods would be nice if I had control over them instead of him," exclaimed poach.

"Yes, you're our favorite failed experiment," she whispered without sincerity. "You're like, like a special snowflake." Pulling a data pad out of a small satchel attached to her lower back; she keyed in a code and a beam emitted into her eye. 'Access Granted' flashed across the screen and a series of tabs were displayed.

Poached watched as She touched one and a screen popped up with a leathery shadowed face. "Eww, what ghastly features," he said under his breath.

It began to speak in a deep raspy voice:

"Atalina, where is this fucking guy? My boss says pick up 20. I got your 10, but I need 20. So where is he, huh?"

"We are on the way to the warehouse now. How's security looking down there?"

"heh, heh, heh," was heard coming from the speaker as the picture on the screen started to move showing two guards unconscious. "Light!" The man said, quickly panning back to his unsightly mug.

"Be there in 10 minutes," she said and grabbed poach. They scanned the area for guards and started to make their way to the storage levels. Poach felt a vibration in his left breast pocket. "A message," he said and whipped it out. He began to read it and said, "we got more problems."


Last edit: 23 Dec 2016, 9:47am
23 Dec 2016, 11:50am
Double checking his equipment, Branders followed Maestro down the corridoors. What administration was doing sending him out on apparently private contracts he'd never know, but seemingly there was a genuine security risk to the station. So here he was. He was equipped with an energy based burst rifle, which was essentially a minaturised version of the Burst Lasers found aboard many ships hard points, as well as a stabdard issue kinetic based pistol, in case of energy weapons failure.

"For the record, I'm here to do a job, not act as your body guard. Secondly, that job is primarily to protect the interests and citizens of Citi Gateway. Which means if there is a threat, my job is to contain that threat, be it Criminals, Thargoids or you." He said sternly. Yeah, he was new, but if he didn't project authority, it wouldn't matter what weapon he carried or uniform he wore, no one would take him seriously, "I'm happy to work alongside you, but don't think for a minute you're in charge. As far as I'm concerned, you're the hired help."

Maybe his last encounter with a Pilots Federation member had coloured his opinion somewhat, but he wasn't taking any crap. Especially as he was now determined to show he could do his job without issue.

"Now... I've had the politically correct version of events from my commander, but I'd like your side of things too." Branders asked, a bit more friendlier than his last statements, "Just so I'm clear on exactly what we're getting into."


Last edit: 23 Dec 2016, 12:09pm
23 Dec 2016, 1:24pm
"More problems?" Atilina was not amused. "What more could possibly go wrong?"

"Welp, it appears as if my ship has been seized by station security," poach proclaimed urgently. "My ship and its cargo."

"Oh, Tommy, why did i think I could count on you," Atilina said while pinching the bridge of her knows and continuing on.

Poach returned a shocked a depressing look, and then followed.
23 Dec 2016, 2:13pm
Making his way to the Pilot's Market, Phisto jumped and dodged his way through the crowds, "Pardon me, excuse me, yes sorry, sorry, important business you see, excuse me."  Utterly ignored unless he made actual contact with someone, and only then eliciting a glare and perhaps a spat of foul language, he made is way to the gaggle of stands and kiosks that made up the market.  Getting sight of the place where he found the die cast model weeks prior, his heart sank.

A tall, feminine figure was moving about the stall area, setting up various food, drink, and other edible creations.  No souvenirs, curios, or junk could be seen anywhere.  The previous merchant was gone.  Phisto stopped, arms to his side, fists clenched, and looked straight at the woman.

No, she'd have no idea.  Who owns the space under the stall?  No, likely no help there either.  Doubt they keep satisfactory records, and it's not like he'd have to leave a forwarding address.  The observable universe is 28.5 gigaparsecs.  No hope of finding him, for sure.

Phisto felt tears start to well in his eyes.  He quickly turned around and headed for the market exit, whispering bitterly, "The universe can't play dice with itself."


Last edit: 23 Dec 2016, 3:14pm
23 Dec 2016, 4:50pm
"Understood officer Branders." said Alivar, "I didn't ask for a bodyguard but as long as your chief saw fit to ask you to watch out for me, I thought I'd let you know that I'm not a combatant, but neither am I helpless," (showing Branders his concealed side-arm).  "I don't know if Station Security has rules of engagement like the military, but I certainly expect you to do as you see fit and is your duty;  just please keep me informed.  I'm not certain about being hired help.  I was called into security to consult and the situation is evolving.  I have not had a chance to do any contract negotiation yet, but I hope not to get too deep before that happens.  The first thing to  do is to determine what we are dealing with here."

Last edit: 24 Dec 2016, 5:43am
23 Dec 2016, 8:24pm
Rage. Malice. Devastation.

Leaving the market, Phisto headed out into the dock area with no clear goal in mind.  The missing merchant was a huge blow to his psyche, especially the obvious impossibility of ever finding him again.

You need to stop this.  You need to move on.  You might not keep the memory alive at all if you fall to pieces now.  Yes, that model you picked up was nearly perfect.  You wanted more, but be grateful you found one like it.  The universe can't play dice.

Stopping in the middle of the moving crowd, Phisto let out a deep, stress-reliving breath.  A man, face buried in a data pad, ran into him from behind.

"Oye!  Fecker!  What are you, drunk?  Keep walking!"

I'm not, but maybe I should be.

Phisto nodded at the man, shrugged, and turned towards Ingaba.
24 Dec 2016, 6:43am
"So you don't know either?? Wonderful..." Branders responded in exasperation as they proceeed through the corridoors of Citi Gateway, "Yeah we have rules, everybody has them. If it comes to it, just follow my lead and instructions, you'll be ok. As long as this goes peacefully, you won't have to worry."

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