Elite roleplay: The docks

THE DOCKS (Dockyards)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.

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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.

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14 May 2017, 1:06am
"Jump range don't mean shit when you're fighting for your life and you've made up in your mind that you're either going to win the fight or die trying," Isaiah said, looking up at the ship. His thoughts turned to that night in Cuchua, fighting off the four Federal Corvettes that were killing traders.

If Phisto looked close enough, he'd see the subtle change in Isaiah's demeanor - the thousand-yard stare, eyes glazed over, mind absent from the moment. He'd seen more than his share of close calls and combat, but that had been the closest he'd come to death in some time. He fought as though he had nothing to lose - and he didn't, except maybe his life.

He earned a decoration for it from Ambassador Delaney. Just a medal for doing what I've always done.

He swallowed hard, licked his lips and looked away to compose himself, then added in a raspy voice. "She ain't built to flee, she's built to fight. And there ain't nothing better at it."
14 May 2017, 2:42am
Phisto turned back to Bloodfeather, putting his hands on his hips and staring up at the stripped ship.  His mind wandered to his own close calls.  Fresh out of Pilot's Federation orientation, he'd discovered very quickly that while he may have been one of the best Sobanii pilots it meant jack-squat everywhere else.  The ships were just too fast, too powerful, with pilots more ruthless than he'd imagined possible.  While Sobanii fought fiercely, they weren't reckless, believing that "living to fight another day" was as much a virtue as "victory, no matter the cost."  His memory wandered back to training, his leads reinforcing again and again, "If the other guy is better, come back tomorrow."

Curling his lower lip between his teeth, he tilted his head at Isaiah's ship, his mind losing itself amidst the din of workers and their tools.  She ain't built to flee.  Phisto wasn't sure he agreed with that.  Space was, as everyone knew, huge.  It took one, maybe two jumps for a ship to just melt away, never to be found.  What was the point of laying it all on the line, making some stand at some arbitrary time and place?  Phisto furrowed his brow.  He chuckled to himself, looking over at Isaiah.  His friend believed in things greater than himself, that some things might be worth dying for.  In his years wandering, Phisto had concluded quite the opposite.

Besides, if I die, ain't no one gonna carry my particular torch.  Gotta make my life count as long and as hard as I can.

"So," Phisto said, "You said what the name Bloodfeather was... where did it come from?"
14 May 2017, 3:23am
"She picked it herself, actually," Isaiah said, walking towards the boarding ramp. The lights warmed to his presence, and he motioned for Phisto to follow him up. "She's probably better suited to explain it than I am."

The door at the top of the ramp was sealed. Isaiah pursed his lips slightly. "Hey Blood, it's me. Got company."

The digitized female voice came over the speaker system: "Oh, this is unexpected. Experimenting, are we?"

Isaiah looked over his shoulder at Phisto. "Uh... no--"

Bloodfeather cut him off. "It's so good to see you actually taking my advice for once and seeking out companionship, even if this does seem to go against your previous record of interest in members of the opposite sex."

Isaiah placed his forehead against the door and sighed. "Can you open the door, please?"

"Certainly, Commander. Would you like me to put on some romantic music in the forward cabin as well?"

He turned around and shook his head at Phisto. "She likes to do this sort of thing just to spite me."

"He's dealing with relationship turmoil," Bloodfeather corrected. "I'm only aware of this because he bellyaches about it to me. Some human companionship will do him well. Do be gentle with him, it's his first ti--"

"Okay, that's enough."

"Affirmative." The door behind Isaiah unsealed, and he stepped inside the ship. 
14 May 2017, 3:35am
Phisto's mouth dropped. He stood perfectly still, utterly stupefied.

It's talking. The ship is talking.

That's a woman's voice!

His heart raced. As Bloodfeather ribbed Isaiah about his "relationship turmoil" Phisto's head dropped in disbelief.

It has a sense of humor?

Phisto tentatively stepped forward, gazing up in awe. "Um, hi?"
14 May 2017, 3:40am
"Hello, fellow carbon-based lifeform," the voice took on a decidedly robotic tone for just a moment. "Don't act so shy. You deal with more advanced software on a regular basis, surely."

"It's a good thing she doesn't have teeth, otherwise she'd bite pretty hard," Isaiah remarked, extending his arms out to show Phisto the interior of the ship. Much of it had been stripped down to bulkheads to make way for structural reinforcement. Soundproofing had been removed, at least on the first deck, so the maintenance work outside was muffled, but audible. Creature comforts were minimal and limited to the forward cabin.

"She's a fighting machine, through and through," Isaiah said, running a hand affectionately along one bulkhead. "Couple of holding cells in the back, bedroom up front, but everything else is committed to kicking teeth in."
14 May 2017, 3:48am
"Yeah... teeth in..." Phisto stammered. He walked through the ship, following Isaiah's lead like a child. He brought his right hand up, clenching it briefly into a fist and then releasing it just as fast. He sucked in air, held it for a moment, then let it out. Watching Isaiah's hand slide across the bulkhead, Phisto relaxed.

"This... this is really wild." Phisto said, his usual swagger returning, "Bloodfeather, you're... the ship?"
14 May 2017, 5:04am
"In a manner of speaking, yes," Bloodfeather said. "My functions - not including my witty banter and charm - extend to the monitoring of all ship functions, including communications, weapons, flight controls, and life support, as well as secondary and tertiary functions. I was developed by Ambrose Virtual Solutions, originally intended to automate most functions on large ships for those with small crews, such as explorers or deep-space salvagers. I was a gift--" she emphasized that word, "--to Isaiah here."

Isaiah ran a hand through his hair and managed a sheepish grin. "I uh... lost my first Fer-de-Lance."

"To Caitlin Shaughnessy, who then tried to murder you."

"Funny story, that."

"And since Mr. Abassi gifted me to you, it's been my job to keep you alive. And with as many close calls that we've had together, I would say I have done a spectacular job. One hundred percent success rate."

"No better ship, in my opinion," Isaiah's grin widened, his fingertips just barely touching the bulkhead as he contemplated how much they'd been though. "Tell him about your name."

"Oh, of course." The voice made the sound of clearing its throat, as if preparing for a long story. "You see, when a human and a shipboard virtual intelligence love each other very much--"

"Goddamnit," Isaiah deadpanned, lowering his head.

"--they give each other names. Isaiah told me his and then instructed me to pick one for myself. So I did what any virtual intelligence would do: I let a random name generator create a list. From that list, I distilled it down to a handful of sentimental, potentially meaningful names based on the data I had on Isaiah, and selected one that best suited the ship, my function,and its pilot. From that moment on, I was known as Bloodfeather."
14 May 2017, 11:04am
Phisto grinned wide at the banter between Isaiah and Bloodfeather.  The whole situation was still pretty surreal, but he was getting a handle on it.

"Well, it's damn fine to meet you, Ms. Bloodfeather.  Since your boss doesn't have any manners," Phisto winked at Isaiah, "I'll introduce myself.  Name is Phisto.  I'm a pilot and Consulting Combateer.  Got my own Fer-De-Lance as well, and I must say, you seem like quite the catch."

He smiled playfully at Isaiah.  "I'm jealous!"
14 May 2017, 6:42pm
"Seen one, seen 'em all, right Mr. Phisto?" Bloodfeather responded. 

"And you should be," Isaiah said, returning Phisto's grin. "There are many Fer-de-Lances in the black, but this one is mine."

Isaiah led Phisto through the ship, more or less leading him on a grand tour. The floor plan had changed considerably from the stock Fer-de-Lance; the deck layout was the same, but in lieu of passenger cabins and other amenities, there was an armory and a fair bit of storage space for spare parts and other odds and ends. It wasn't the flying luxury penthouse that the stock R6s were - no expense had been spared in fitting it for combat and hunting. 

The tour ended in the cockpit, with Isaiah sitting down at the pilot's seat and looking out past the dash at the far wall of the hangar bay, watching as the maintenance crews continued their duty. 

"Have a seat," Isaiah said, gesturing to the co-pilot's seat. "Let's trade fightin' stories."
14 May 2017, 7:11pm
"It's just plain old Phisto, miss." he smiled, lazily saluting the disembodied voice.

Following Isaiah through Bloodfeather, Phisto was struck by how no nonsense it was.  The ship was built to kill, nothing more, nothing less.  He listened intently as Isaiah explained the modified layout, armory, and other fine details.  It was certainly different from his own Fer-De-Lance.  While Data was a R6 - and one of the finer ones at that - Phisto added a few personal touches that refined its luxury accommodations even more.  Having no station or planet-side home, he figured it was only right to splurge a little bit on somewhere he'd spend a significant amount of time.  Of course, this didn't mean Data couldn't kill as well as any other Fer-De-Lance, only that its nastier features were less obvious in nature.  As the tour completed in the cockpit, Phisto gave Isaiah a slight sideways glance.  He'd never seen the man fly, but if his ship was any indication, it would be most satisfying to witness.

Taking his seat in the co-pilot chair, he turned it to his right so as to face its owner.  "Sure, fightin' stories are always fun."  He grinned mischievously, looking up and around the cockpit as if searching for someone.  "But, of course, ladies first."  He nonchalantly coughed.  "Bloodfeather, got any good ones?  Perhaps one that Isaiah might be too embarrassed to share?"


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14 May 2017, 8:06pm
"Oh. You mean the night we both nearly died in Cuchua? Just a moment," Bloodfeather said.

The canopy around them darkened, becoming opaque, as the familiar sights of hyperspace filled the view. With a lurch, the ship emerged directly in front of the star.

Dead center in the screen was a flight of four Core Dynamics Corvettes. Another emerged from hyperspace near Bloodfeather - Isaiah's wingmate at the time.

"Holy shit," Isaiah said through gritted teeth. "Paint 'em up and tag 'em."

"Tagging," Bloodfeather replied. IFF tags appeared beneath the ships, marking them as hostile Commanders. "Prioritizing the one with the highest bounty."

"Got it. Relay that to our companion. We are waaaay outgunned here."

The friendly Corvette moved into position behind one of the hostiles, and a warning appeared on the screen to indicate that an interdiction had been initiated. 

Isaiah had unconsciously reached for the controls, holding onto them with a death grip as he watched the recording play out on screen. His breathing had quickened, heart pounding in his chest, reliving it.

Moments after the interdiction had completed, Bloodfeather was down in local space, having followed the wake of the friendly Corvette. Only a second had passed before Isaiah had deployed hardpoints and engaged the first Corvette.

"Taking a lot of fire from the others," Bloodfeather informed him. 

Lasers lanced out from the four medium hardpoints, clawing at the hostile Corvette alongside the sustained fire from his wingmate. 

"Recommend we reinforce our shields--"

"Not now. We're staying on that fucker."

The Bloodfeather danced around the Corvette, laying into it with beam lasers and shots from the class four plasma accelerator, each pass seeing the shields falter just a little more. A near-constant stream of profanity poured from Isaiah's gritted teeth, the unmistakable sounds of exertion giving context to the aggressive maneuvers he was putting himself and his ship through. 

The Corvette's shields broke, and Isaiah poured everything he had into weapons.

"Shield status critical," Bloodfeather said, reminding Isaiah of their impending vulnerability.

The last plasma accelerator shot lashed out from below the Bloodfeather, connecting with the enemy Corvette's hull. Nothing happened - at first. But gradually, sparks, then gouts of flame, erupted from the dying ship until it disintegrated in a brilliant flash of light.

"Target down," came the call from his wingmate.

"Shields offline," Bloodfeather added. 

"Let's go get another one, yeah?" Isaiah said, whipping the ship around, straining against the forces being exerted on his body with the rapid change of direction. Outside, the hull pinged and popped as fire from the other ships angrily lashed Bloodfeather's outer plating. 

"Taking a lot of fire here. You sure about that?"

"Don't fuckin' care, let's kill another one."


Once more the Bloodfeather dived into the fray, the ship's datalink connecting with the friendly Corvette's firing computer and giving Isaiah a targeting solution on the next ship on tap. They weren't even down to half a ring of shields before they too bugged out.

The third Corvette whipped around quickly as Isaiah was making a dash at it. He barely caught sight of the change in direction and was able to correct just enough to prevent a head-on collision, but Bloodfeather's right wing root connected with the hull and whipped the Fer-de-Lance around wildly.

"Hull integrity critical, Commander. Massive damage to the starboard side. Rerouting critical functions... it's not pretty."

"Are we done?" Isaiah asked. "Do we need to bug out?"

"Nope. It'll buff out. Keep going."

The hull integrity indicator said 55%.

The final Corvette left before Isaiah could even get close. He brought the ship to a stop, catching his breath.

"How you doin', sweetheart?" he asked, panting. "Still with me?"

"Aside from mangling the entire starboard side and leaving plenty of scars on my beautiful body, I'm okay. Are you?"

Isaiah drew in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Sometimes I think this is as close as we'll ever get to fucking, you know that?" He laughed loudly, shaking his head. "Jesus, listen to me."

"You did seem to enjoy it."

"Maybe a little too much. Goddamn," he said with a sigh. "Can we get back to port?"

"Might be a trick to land but you're good enough to handle a little asymmetrical thrust."

"Right on. Give my regards to the other Commander."

"Affirmative."

The recording ended, the canopy becoming transparent again. Isaiah sat in silence, hands still tightly gripping the controls, eyes forward.

"I think the only thing he's truly embarrassed about is his confession of attraction to me at the end," Bloodfeather said cheerfully. "Though I've always taken it as a compliment."
14 May 2017, 8:31pm
Phisto kicked back in his seat and watched the battle unfold on Bloodfeather's canopy.  Losing himself in the drama, his heart began to race as a thin layer of sweat developed on his brow.  He knew this experience intimately and watching the recording made him want to jump out of the seat, run to Data and engage the first ship he saw. A fire blazed in his eyes as his face twisted along with fierce battle.  His mouth opened slightly and his eyes went wide as the first Corvette exploded.

Burn, you fucking shit.

As Isaiah's recorded voice called out for more, Phisto gripped the arm rests.  He'd been unconsciously moving them towards the seat flight controls.  Phisto bellowed in laughter as the remaining Corvettes ran.

Uninhibited aggression goes a long way, don't it boys?

After the canopy returned to its transparent default, Phisto calmly reached into his suit jacket and pulled out two white handkerchiefs.  Taking the first in his left hand he gently dabbed his moist forehead.  He held the second out to his right, directly at Isaiah.

"Well, Bloodfeather, I'm happy to hear you understand human emotions so well, because god knows I'd take you right now if I could."
14 May 2017, 11:01pm
Isaiah shook himself from his distant stupor and cleared his throat, accepting the handkerchief from Phisto and wiping his brow.

Listen to yourself. You were thriving on it. 

"I suspect you are not the first and certainly won't be the last to want to 'take me,' as it were," Bloodfeather said, adding a laugh for effect. "But for as much grief as I give my pilot here, he has a deft hand. A bit of recklessness helps as well."

The corner of Isaiah's mouth quirked slightly, but he remained quiet for several long moments.

"They were killing innocent people," he said, looking over at Phisto. "Cuchua technically wasn't within the Legion's area of responsibility, but it was close by, and I was on patrol at the time. Three jumps or so. Knew we had at least one confirmed Corvette out there. Imagine my surprise when I saw there were three others."

He inhaled sharply, feeling the rush in his veins come and go.

"I watch this sometimes and think about who it is behind the stick. 'Surely that's not me.' Because in spite of all the talk about not wanting to kill and regretting the things I've done..." his eyes flickered back to the canopy, "... that doesn't seem like a man who regrets what he's doing, does it?"
14 May 2017, 11:16pm
Phisto sat up slightly in the chair, tucking his handkerchief back into his suit jacket pocket.  He nodded and smiled at Bloodfeather's response.  Looking at Isaiah, he nodded again, realizing the silence Isaiah seemed to need.  Putting his head back into the headrest, Phisto closed his eyes and sighed.

You sound like me...

He suppressed the urge to smile, his heart leaping at the excitement and energy he just witnessed.

...with "innocents" or otherwise.

Phisto folded his hands in his lap and waited several moments.  "No, Isaiah, it doesn't."  He lifted a hand and pointed at the canopy.  "That's you, in your most honest expression..."  He brought his hand back down to his lap and turned to Isaiah, waiting for his friend to lock his gaze with him.  "...whether you like it or not."
14 May 2017, 11:43pm
He gave a low grunt of acknowledgment, closing his eyes. He struggled with that fact - that when he was in the heat of battle, there were no disguises or masks for him to hide behind. And perhaps that was the reason why he faced so much inner turmoil when he confronted his actions. The man who wanted to return to a quiet life was perpetually at odds with the one who knew there was no going back to it. 

"I keep wrestling with it - if that's who I am, then what does that make me? Trying to live two lives right now. Can't keep doing that because it's tearing me apart."

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