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.
15 Feb 2017, 7:36pm
"While we're in the Bubble, yes, it's likely, more-so in Low Security Systems." Luke said as the pad came to a halt, "If Cargo Scanners worked in Supercruise, we'd be probably be free and clear. But as it is, anyone who spots us is just going to see what they think is an easy mark."

He made a few more minor adjustments and requested departure, at which point the familiar clunk of the docking clamps retracting, reverberated throughout the ship, followed by flight control granting his permission.

"Interdictions can go one of three ways for the, uhh, victim." He continued, gently throttling upwards, overshooting the central point of the flight corridoor, in line with the mail slot, "Hmm... Lighter than I anticipated. That's cool, more manouverable than the larger vessels." He added nonchalantly, bringing the ship back in line with the Mail Slot and pushing the ship forward.

Once it cleared the blue forcefield he continued what he was saying.

"Sorry, yeah, uhh, so no matter what, the person initiating the Interdiction will drop out of Supercruise." He said calmly, "For their target, things get wobbly and they get a choice. Fight it or submit. Fight and win, you're away scot free. Fight and lose, you drop out, and your ship is literally thrown into normal space so I'd advise holding tight to your breakfast. I usually submit though. It's no different to dropping out of Supercruise normally, so the cooldown is hugely decreased compared to a forced drop out, allowing for a faster getaway."

As the ship escaped the mass lock of Citi Gateway, Luke turned his attention to the GalMap.

"So... Pleiades Nebula Express or do you need to stop off somewhere first for supplies, scientists or maybe shoes?" He asked, adding the last bit in with heavy sarcasm.
15 Feb 2017, 7:43pm
With a loud bang the Moto Meli exited supercruise, dropping in front of the metal cube with the name Citi Gateway.

So this is this place, Leif thought to himself, while slowly aligning the orange-grey Beluga Liner to the slot in the front face of the station.

"Saud Kruger Lima Echo India requesting priority docking access for a size L pad, over," he radio'd, slowly approaching and ignoring the other ships waiting infront of it.

"Saud Kruger Lima Echo India, we can't grant priority access to us unknown vessels. On top of that, we are also experiencing heavy traffic right now. Please wait in line, over," the woman on the dock controls responded.

"Sorry, ma'am, but I am heavy traffic. This is over onethousandsixhundred tonnes of steel approaching your station and I have passengers that are as impatient as they are important. They are willing to pay the extra to bypass the waiting time. I repeat, requesting priority docking access for a size L pad, over!" he almost shouted back over his comms.

"Stand by."

Classic Metal was playing in the cockpit while he nervously tapped his fingers on the throttle, waiting seemingly impatient while still flying forward. "Hurry up," he moaned as his ship detected an authority scan. His eyes followed a diamondback explorer coming out of the station, turning sideways and flying away, all across the panoramic canopy.

"Priority access granted, please proceed to designated pad number two four. I wish you a productive stay, commander."

Coming back to focus, he turned the Beluga upside down, knowing that pad 24 is directly above the slot, and throttled up. Flicking a switch, the typical back fins of the Beluga folded down. With a slurp it passed the slot, deploying the gear as soon as it was above the pad, starting to descend slowly. The docking computer had the controls from now, as Leif ordered passenger pickups and refuel from the dock master. With a clonk it settled down on the pad, Leif was already back at the passenger lounge to regulate the payment and wish them a goodbye.

After the three busses drove off, he headed back to his own quarter to put on some more comfortable clothing. As shiny as the all-white 'luxury liner captain' Remlok suit is, it's not that comfortable to wear while being inside a station doing the non-pilot business he was about to do. He chose to put on some black jeans, a white shirt and a black hoodie jacket, which he left unzipped. Finally putting the Elite-Explorer-badge to his left chest, he went through his blonde hair with his hand one more time. Despite having been Elite status for over a week now, he hadn't found time to celebrate it yet, as since he has got his Beluga, VIPs of all sort called for him to ship them around the entire bubble. This was the time-out he looked for, and the political delegations that wanted to go here were just a nice payout for flying out here.

Meanwhile the Beluga Liner was descended into the hangar, and Leif swiped his hand across the door panel to lock it. Looking around for signs, he asked one of the dock workers for the Ingaba, a bar that is supposed to be on this starport. He pointed him a hallway and called him some directions, and Leif headed out of the dock.


Last edit: 15 Feb 2017, 9:19pm
15 Feb 2017, 11:06pm
Mhera took a steadying breath. "I'm sure you can handle the situation..."

Shoes?

"So, I take it you don't much care for my shoes?" She asked. "Can I ask why?"

She watched the force field glide by, and as the black abyss of space open up.

Here we go....
15 Feb 2017, 11:29pm
Luke sighed.

"Nothing wrong with your shoes... I was making a joke about female stereotypes..." He murmured, "Vastly outdated stereotypes mind you... Never mind."

*This is going well...* He thought.

"Anyway, you didn't answer my question." He said, fingers hovering over the GalMap keys, "Do we need to stop anywhere or are we going straight to the Pleiades Sector?"
15 Feb 2017, 11:53pm
"Was that really your intention?" She asked. "To lump me in with everyone one else."

She folded her arms.

"Pleiades will be fine."
16 Feb 2017, 12:07am
"Alright, it was a bad joke, I get it." Luke said meekly, "I apologise."

He plotted a course from Inara to the edge of the bubble closest to the Nebula and allowed the computer to do its calculations, setting the route finder to 'fastest' rather than 'economical'. Moments later, the familiar countdown began and The Beagle vanished...

>Continued in Off Station<


Last edit: 16 Feb 2017, 6:48pm
17 Feb 2017, 12:39pm
As the ship descends into the hangar, Claire briefly observes the surrounding as though expecting some kind of problem. Preparing to disembark as she fiddles with her magnetic boots, she is startled by what sounds like a dispute beyond the station followed by a momentary muffled boom.

They didn't last long. Must be some upstart pirate.

The gravity is somewhat lower than expected and she adjusts the heeled boots in response, feeling some content about appearing an inch or two taller. She planned on visiting the Pilot's Market for some goods and head towards the Habitation complexes, hoping to catch up on some exercise. She'd been behind and it was apparent as the boots were unusually heavier on her feet. Grabbing a small jacket, she heads out of the ship and into the hangar looking around for signs to her destination.

She spots a mechanic tinkering lazily at some rails and waves both hands in hopes of grabbing his attention. Lifting up what looks like a worn out helmet, he raises an eyebrow impatiently. "Cannae work on yer ship lass, as you can see." His accent was heavier than others she'd met a during her travels and back at home. "Actually, I was wondering if you could point the general direction of the market?" Claire says in a small hurry, watching as he pulls down the helmet slightly and to a stop. "Left at the boot o' ya ship- rails are loose there so make a good stride without grabbing those." Grunting, he flips his helmet down and appears to shoo Claire away with a salute before Claire had time to thank him.

Oddly charming, she giggles, taking no offence to his haste. Claire appreciated a good working man or woman about the stations and admired their hard working nature. Making her way to the door pointed by the mechanic, she strides and floats briefly to a stop as the door slides open, minding the crooked rails.


Last edit: 18 Feb 2017, 4:41pm
20 Feb 2017, 11:13pm
A few intersections later, the young woman approaches a terminal departing for the habitation complexes. On her way from Cassiopeia's hangar, Claire saw mostly grounds crew and a majority of pilots. Before she found her course towards the market, a sense of self-worth gradually loomed. It was one of many moments she found herself in when questioning her own prowess.

The plan now was to have a damn blast, spend some credits, look around, make acquaintances and enjoy every minute of it whatsoever. With that in mind she enters the passenger vehicle and settles in one of the seats. The ride would take no longer than ten or so minutes given that it's partially packed and ready to go.

"Mmmf." Groaning slightly, she rubs her stomach comfortingly and longing for a good bite.

Steak? Orientals? Maybe both?

Floods of green in soft light capture the corner of her eye- It was the docks and its agricultural machines gently rising and falling, swaying the plants and mesmerizing Claire.

Inarian Salad? She smiles pleasantly.
17 Mar 2017, 9:14pm
At this hour in the night, the docks where rid of people, and people's noises. Only the screeching of distant hydraulics and loud metal-to-metal clangs and scrapes of occasionally arriving ships could be heard. Some lights where flickering around the pathway.

Two figures appeared from the staircase. One wearing a dark wind-jacket and grey cargo-pants, and supporting the clearly intoxicated other, wearing a black hoodie and jeans.

"dock 24 you said? You shure it was this disk?" Comrie asked.
17 Mar 2017, 9:33pm
"24? Or 42? Ugh."

Leif tried to look up at Comrie's face, but his head hurt too much, so he let it sink back down.

"Big ass ship, Beluga. Named it 'hot tub' in an ancient language."

Trying to supress the pain, he pressed around on his forehead in various spots.

"Sorry, I'm feeling not so good, but I'm sure I can get alright back aboard."
17 Mar 2017, 9:44pm
"If it's 24, It's right here, If it's 42, it would've been half a mile lead-up the station."

Comrie took a look at the docking panel. "Moto Meli"

"Wha!?" He stuttered. "Is your ancient language Italian or something? Well, Anyway. Have you got a card? I'm really hoping you didn't try to memorise that code!"
17 Mar 2017, 10:16pm
"Mo- Mo- Moto Meli is correct. Getting it open is easy if one is the right guy," he said, trying to smirk.

He sloppily put his hand on the panel and the door slid open with a pleasing sizzling sound. Dragging himself inside his personal quarter he put off the hoodie and laid down on the bed.

"Make yourself comfortable around here while -" he put both hands to his face, "I try to sort this out. Just don't make a mess out of this place. It's the best I can do ... for now."

With his head feeling about to explode, he closed his eyes and tried to sleep.
18 Mar 2017, 9:15am
"No, thanks, comrade. I've got some business I need to check in on, rather sooner than later." Comrie said, Making way for the ships docking cord.

"Soo, goodnight, and just make shure you party a little more efficïent next time!" He joked to Leif.


Comrie felt relieved the docks were still as quite as they were, and started making his way back to his own ship.
He knew the 5 day "tailshaker" window he'd been assigned had ended roughly 2 hours ago and he had probebly already recieved his DM's from "the captain". Now the only thing left to hope was that nobody found him in the meanwhile, or else the whole dance would've been a complete waste of time.

After a few rides on the station's transport system he arrived at his hangar.The lights were still off and his trusty viper, "shadow" seemed untouched by unwanted eyes.

"A little bit of an edgelord name." He thought to himself while unlocking the airlock in the gear locker. He had bought the ship and came up with the name when he was only sixteen years old, and thus for good time's sake he'd decided to keep it like this.
After he had hung up his coat and closed the lock he headed straight for the cockpit and pressed a small button under a slot in the instrument cover. A device began loudly buzzing and rattling, printing out a small piece of paper trough the slot. while Comrie opened a safe and took a small, numbered, enveloppe, wich he opened to compared it's code to the one on the piece of paper.

The piece of paper: [YP180333]
The envellope: [ATR14003]

Nice try, Einstein...
18 Mar 2017, 5:16pm
After just blowing the bar the kindom come, Badman moves on to the docks, same as before after the TNT blows, the blood from the docks starts to trickle into the blood left by the massacre at the bar!

"My work is not yet done"
19 Mar 2017, 1:19pm
The lights were still on when Leif woke up. He looked around, but couldn't see well.

Never again.

He rubbed his eyes to regain full vision.

I must've made so much fun of myself. Can't even exactly remember what happened. How did I even get here?

The surroundings were indeed his ship. He sat up and ordered a glass of juice from the bord computer.

"Ugh," left his mouth as he stood up, then went for the toilet. "Oh, and also make me a pizza. As usual."

Something to eat wouldn't be bad at all at this time. While he was pale by nature, the mirror showed him an even more pale version with rings on the eyes and messy hair. The t-shirt looked like it was slept in and it smelled like the passenger cabins after there had been a party by the customers. So to get rid of that smell and look and also part of the memory, he stepped to take a shower. In low gravity a shower felt not as massaging as it did in normal gravity. When showering in open space, he would set his autopilot on a small circle route which would cause the centrifugal force to feel like normal gravity. But in a station, this just wasn't possible.

After showering he just put on pants and went to eat in the common room. As usual, there wasn't anyone else around, as he didn't have a crew but piloted the ship all by himself. While eating, he scrolled through the list of passengers seeking a transport, but no one would like to be transported in the general direction of his home system without a return run. He didn't plan on getting here back soon, the events that unfolded weren't what he expected. They were specifically worse.

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