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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15 May 2017, 12:25am
Phisto furrowed his brow and focused his eyes at Isaiah.  They were cold and harsh.  His tone was soft, measured, and utterly in control.  "You're a killer, Isaiah.  Plain as day."  His lips pursed as his features sharpened further.  "And you're right.  It's tearing you apart because you've got a choice to make.  Embrace who you are and everything that comes with it, or continue to fight it." Phisto's head dropped down slightly, his voice dialing in a slight growl. "You do the latter, I'm telling you right fucking now might as well go back to that armory, get your favorite pistol, put it in your mouth and be done with the whole enterprise."

He turned his head away, his mouth curled in sudden disgust.  "That happens, I'll hate you for it till my dying day.  That killer I saw just now?  You were a god.  Most crumble at the sight of such adversity, but you?  You took it right in the chin and gave it back ten fold."  Phisto turned his head back, still scowling. "You wanna let that go because you got some stupid doubts about what you do, like something out there is keeping score for us?  Gonna hold us to judgement for what we've done to ourselves and each other?"

His tone turned darker and angrier.  "Don't you fucking dare, Isaiah Evanson, because I'll tell you what - the universe we live in, the species we are?  Deep down, we're all killers.  Fate, chance, whatever you want to call it just decides if we're hunted or hunters.  Don't believe me?"  He swept his arm out wide, as if to behold the entirety of creation.  "Just look around at it all, our history.  Destruction is part of everything and everyone. Nothing comes without it."

Phisto breathed in and out deeply, flexing both his hands in and out of fists.  "Folks think we're on the wrong side of Heaven, like humanity did something to earn our sinful ways.  You know the truth?  We are on the wrong side of Heaven, and it's Heaven's fucking fault."  His voice lowered, nearly above a whisper.  "What Salomé found is the proof Heaven has been fucking with us since the beginning.  And, hilariously enough, turns out that lousy racket is run by bastards just like you..." he pointed to Isaiah, then back to himself, "...and me."

Sucking in air and releasing, Phisto's voice went to a full, deep growl.  "So you know what I think?  Fuck them.  They need held to account.  Every last one of 'em."  Phisto brought his hand up in a mock gun, "firing" it at an imaginary target ahead of him.  "Nothing gonna change, not really, till that happens."

He stared straight ahead through Bloodfeather's canopy, bringing his tone of voice back to a soft, controlled level.  "So what's it gonna be, Evanson?  Change only comes from blood and iron.  Plenty gonna die for Salomé, but who's gonna kill for her?"


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15 May 2017, 2:29am
Isaiah clenched his fists tightly as he listened to Phisto speak, taking the words deep into his soul. It was an uncomfortable truth, one he'd been spending so much time trying to deny. I am a killer. Whatever drove me to it doesn't matter - I am good at what I do. No matter what else I do or become, my craft is murder. 

But that doesn't make me a murderer. Does it?

Makes me dangerous. Makes me... something else. Something more.


"Plenty gonna die for Salomé, but who's gonna kill for her?"

What she knew, Isaiah understood, threatened to upset the status quo. What he'd witnessed while tracking her had shaken him to his core and convinced him that there was a larger game being played, and all of humanity were the pawns. Lies, cover-ups, half-truths, deception, destruction... 

Who's gonna kill for her? Who's gonna kill for the truth?

"I will," Isaiah said, releasing his clenched fists and exhaling slowly. "I won't die for her. But I will definitely kill for her. The whole galaxy's coming against her and I'll scorch a path to God's doorstep to make sure the whole universe knows the truth - whatever it is."
15 May 2017, 11:55pm
Scorch a path to God's doorstep.

Phisto's face flashed pure, unadulterated rage.  His lips curled into a snarl as he felt a roar rise in his chest.  Holding his breath, he reveled in the purity of the moment.  Focusing his energy as Isaiah spoke, he looked to his friend, his eyes burning like devils in fire.

There are many killers in the black, but this one is mine - and I, his.

"I'll be right there beside you, Isaiah."  Phisto smiled, turning back to Bloodfeather's view-screen, his emotions smoothing under the silence embracing the two men.  After several minutes, Phisto felt his brain begin peck him with a notion.  He lightheartedly chuckled, setting his right elbow down on his armrest.  Bringing his hand in front of his face, he tapped his thumb along his fingertips as if counting back and forth across them to some unknowable sum.  The right side of his cheek moved up into a smirk.

He dropped his arm and facial expression suddenly, turning his head to face Isaiah.  "You know, the two of us are a damn good start, but we both know we can't do this on our own."  The curl to his lip returned and grew with every word.  "So I wonder, how many others might there be willing to kill for Salomé, too?"  He pushed his tongue against the back of his lower lip and wagged his eyebrows.  "You know, true believers."


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15 May 2017, 11:58pm
(OOC: Hey guys sorry I had to leave posting for a while and so  Stryer and I have kinda lost our ark to the pages of the thread so here's a link to the Beginning of our arc before it dropped off for anyone who want to follow along)

"Hmm, Well over all, it's a pretty good mod" Bryan said finally tearing his gaze away from the hologram long enough to lock eyes with Stryker. "I liked how you worked around the problem, but i'm sure you're already aware that this is a specialist mod. It does it's job, well, but at an expense that you're going to have find a way to adapt your flight style to counteract."

He glanced around the interior of the Federal Gunship. "I'm gonna make an educated guess and say that you use this ship for combat. It's good that you have the extra power for that but the mod almost throws masking your heat signature out the window entirely, if you ever needed to, for whatever reason."

He lent back in the sattee and waited for Stryker to give a little insight for how he had previously flown the 'Broken Bow' and how he hoped to work around the heat issue.
16 May 2017, 12:03am
"True believers, huh?" Isaiah said, letting the emotions die down before he spoke. There was definitely a need for more manpower if they were going to help upset the balance of power - the status quo - in the galaxy. But was that the end goal? He suspected Salomé had discovered something that couldn't be stopped or avoided - what would happen if the powers that be decided to abandon those they were charged to protect?

This was the thing that stood out above all other concerns in Isaiah's mind.

"Who do you have in mind? Actually, what do you have in mind? I'm all ears."
16 May 2017, 12:17am
"Well, somewhat obviously, there's my Fusiliers."  He grinned, savoring the chance to mention his motley group.  "You ever hear me talking about bringing hell along, know those sons of bitches are who I'm talking about.  If there's good killing to be had, those fuckers will follow me anywhere."  Nodding, he curled his hand into a fist and held it in front of them.  "Even better, more than a few of 'em got the bug for this here lady we're fixing to help.  Might actually be some..." Phisto stuck out his tongue playfully, "... refined people of culture among my ranks."

He tilted his head, released his fist, and lifted his left leg up to cross it over his right.  Bringing his hands to his knees, he rocked gently in the chair.  "Which gets me thinking about all the volunteers coming to so bravely die.  Best we keep an eye out, see if any stand out.  Know what I mean?"

Phisto nodded at the view-screen, mimicking how he earlier looked around the observation deck.  "Finally, there's Citi Gateway.  Place tends to attract some interesting folk, and by that, I mean the useful non-pilot type.  Never know what diamonds in the rough we might dig up."
16 May 2017, 12:28am
"Don't trust anyone. Hell, I don't even know if I should trust you," Isaiah said only half-playfully. There was a slight edge to his words, but he managed a grin to temper it. 

"That said, by all means, bring guns. Bring all your friends with guns. Get all of their friends to bring guns too. We'll need it." He rubbed his temples with his thumb and index finger, digging into the ache that was starting just above his eyes. "But you know once you cast your lots with her, there'll be no going back. Ever. Period. Enemies not just of the superpowers, but enemies of them. Whoever they are. And you know they'll be scared of what we can do if we muster the people to push back against their plans. We can't let them simply run away from what's coming."
16 May 2017, 12:50am
Phisto laughed, side-eyeing Isaiah at his joke.  He saw Isaiah's grin, but more importantly, he heard the malicious bite in the words.

That's the stuff.  See?  You're already more fun.

Phisto nodded along as Isaiah spoke.  Talking shop about strategy felt great after the enormous exchange just minutes prior.  Phisto mused on how easily they swung between the highs and lows of conversation.  Naturally, it reminded him of the talks he and Nat used to have.  He smiled again, making note at how happy memories of Nat took precedent when he was with Isaiah.

"Trust me when I say me and mine crossed the line of never going back long ago.  We're used to that kind of love and attention."  Phisto paused for half a moment, curious to see if Isaiah might pick up on what he meant.  "But you're absolutely right, we're taking on Heaven here.  They're not going to roll out the red carpet.  We've got lots to do..."  Phisto startled, suddenly remembering Isaiah's note in his jacket pocket.  He reached up and patted the area holding the note, looking to make his meaning clear with Isaiah.  "...what I'm saying is, let's not get ahead of ourselves.  It's good to brainstorm, but we got to deal with what's right in front of us.  Make sure we're free and clear.  The rest will come in time."
16 May 2017, 12:57am
"And I have to make it to the other side of this..." Isaiah said, his voice trailing off.

He had no illusions of surviving what was to come - that was why he'd left instructions with someone he figured he could trust, someone beyond the reach of the Empire and anyone he might be associated with. He needed to ensure that there was some measure of continuity in the event of the... unthinkable? 

Inevitable?

"Make sure you carry out those instructions. It's important."
16 May 2017, 1:03am
"It's kind of funny that I've been carrying them this entire time." Phisto scrunched his nose and chuckled. "And that's probably, like, the tenth time you've told me that." He cocked his head, his right eye narrowing thoughtfully. "Hell, Bloodfeather is at least as secure, if not more so, than Data. Why don't I just read it right now?"
16 May 2017, 1:07am
"Your call. Might be better for you to do so. Make sure you feel up to the task - there's a lot to do."

Isaiah cast a sidelong glance and sank slightly deeper into the chair, lowering his head and closing his eyes. "Might read it out loud too, just so I can add anything I might have missed. Helps to hear it before I send you off with half-finished instructions... assuming you'll take it."
16 May 2017, 1:52am
Phisto reached into his jacket and pulled out the note.  "Alright, not like you're gonna blab to anyone about it and totally blow the op-sec."  Unfolding the paper, Phisto cleared his throat.

"Go to the Prism system. Plot a course to Chione, and start out that way."  Phisto shot a sideways glance, raising his eyebrow and grinning.  "Prism?  Really?  Way to start off strong Mr. Spy-man."  He coughed in mock seriousness.  "At exactly 156,132 lightseconds from Sapphire, there should be a low-power signal being emitted every ten minutes. Once your sensors detect it, drop down into local space."  He nodded, frowning in concentration as he recalled Isaiah demanding he commit the instructions to memory.  "There will be a canister - it's not very big but it has a few things in it that need to go to a few people.  Once you pick it up, enter the following: REMEMBER."  

Phisto paused, his eyes hallowing out slightly.  He cleared his throat, this time without any hint of playfulness.  "This will start a timer on the canister that will unlock after one week.  Do not force the lock... ok, easy enough."  He looked at Isaiah, then back down to the small, delicate slip of paper.  "It might seem like a lot of work just to get at what's inside, but I can't take chances.  Inside the canister you will find a data slate. Give it to Commander Caitlin Shaughnessy. You can find her in Epsilon Phoenicis. My Pilots Federation badge is also in the canister, present it to her as proof..."

As Phisto read, his mind twisted to find the meaning of it.  Caitlyn Shaughnessy... who in the bloody fuck...  His mouth gaped open. Oh god.  His eyes darted to Isaiah then back again.  That's... her.  "...that you met with me."  He shook his head, desperate to escape the sudden pressure and heat building in his face and head.  He gritted his teeth, determined to press on.

"You will also find a data key containing information that implicates the High Commissioner of the Federation Foreign Service in a conspiracy to supply weapons and support to Emperor's Dawn?"  Dropping his hands into his lap he starred at Isaiah in shock.  Bringing the paper back up, he excitedly continued.  "It is unlikely that it will make the main feeds in Galnet..." Yeah, no shit. "...so I trust you to leak this out into the wild through other means. I would have done it myself, but I guess I got comfortable where I was."

Phisto grinned.  He knew exactly the person for this.  Snipes.

"Lastly, there are two hand-written letters."  Phisto smiled warmly.  Oh, great, more melodrama.  "One to my father, who is an inmate at the Brewster Minimum Security prison in Eravate. The other is to Vespar Faveol - he can be found in Liaedin.  I can't stop you if you decide to peruse the contents..." Phisto slowed, reading the upcoming words to himself before saying them out-loud, "...of the data slate I left for Caitlin."  Phisto frowned, his lips and chin lowering in heavy melancholy.  His face felt even warmer now.  Wetness seeped in around his eyes.  "I just need you to understand that while I'm not proud of everything I've done, I'm making the most of an opportunity."  He nodded, remembering again the crucible they passed through earlier.  "I need to be free of my past if I'm going to be of any use to people in the future."  

Seeing the final line, Phisto's voice seized in his throat.  He clenched his eyes shut and crumpled the paper into his hand.  Tears seeped out of his eyelids, running down his cheeks.  Opening them and locking his gaze with Isaiah's, his crying flowed freely.  Not a speck of shame could be found on Phisto's face.  His heart was engulfed in joy, feeling affection of a type he'd not experienced since leaving home.  Haltingly and with great effort, he choked out the final words.

"I'm counting on you, Phisto."


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16 May 2017, 8:37pm
Isaiah was quiet, unsure of what to say at the sudden expression of emotion from Phisto. He broke his gaze and looked straight ahead, bringing a finger to his chin thoughtfully. 

He's the right person for the job.

"I know I'm asking a lot of you, Phisto," he said barely above a whisper. "But I don't have anyone else who can do this for me. I've never been so certain that I won't come back from this - what I'm about to do. Part of me doesn't want to come back." His lower lip quivered ever so slightly. "I'm terrified. I've never been so scared in my whole life. But if you can see this through - this last request I'm making - I'll feel better about meeting my fate, if that's what's required of me."

He turned back to Phisto and nodded. "Oh yeah. Burn that once you've committed it to memory." He managed a wry grin, but it quickly broke as the weight of the moment still lingered heavily between them. "Just... make sure she gets that slate, if nothing else."
16 May 2017, 9:12pm
"Federal Drop ship." Stryker corrected.

"Ya, I know, but given the nature of the mod, I fully expect to see changes in the performance of the ship. But I am ready for that"

He took another sip of his tea and set the cup back on the table. "And no, this ship is more multi-faceted then straight up combat. I suppose if that is what I wanted I would have rebuilt a vulture or a Lance. But there are enough of those flying around." He shrugged his beefy shoulders. "But those ship ain't my style."

He looked around. "I've grown quite attached to this bucket of bolts." then rapped his metallic claw on the table top.
"Hey. Sorry I came off a bit strong with my opinion concerning the Asp Explorer. I would take it that you yourself have done a fair bit of sight seeing?" He asked. "Any good locations you would recommend?"
17 May 2017, 1:03am
Who do you call on in desperate times, Isaiah?

Phisto pulled out his handkerchief and wiped his eyes, regaining his composure.  Sniffing in hard and clearing his throat, Phisto crumpled the note into his fist and stood up.  Walking over to Isaiah, he reached out with an open palm, holding the balled up note in offering.  He looked upon Isaiah with a firm, yet loving expression.

Family.

"If this is what you need, consider it done.  All of it.  Nothing else to say, besides one last request from me."  Cracking a smile, Phisto motioned to the paper.  "Take it.  Burn it yourself and know that whatever fate awaits your last wishes were carried out."

He smiled again, heartfelt and true. "I promise."

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