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.
Stryker Aune
26 Apr 2017, 4:45pm
Stryker was reclining back in a seat. Still bare foot, and shirtless. His cybernetic claw was working a needle, pulling colored thread through a woven fabric. At first it was an exercise in fine motor control for the prosthetic. Hours of frustration, bent needles, ripped fabric, and on one occasion the beefy bodybuilder become so frustrated at the task, his claw ended up hopelessly tangled up in the thread. But now, this hobby was something cathartic for him. He was mildly amused at the pattern. When all said and done, it would be two roses, behind a skull with sword piercing a heart.

Edgy he mused, and knew it would end up where all the others had. In the bin.

His PDA blipped catching his attention.

Finished up and on his way.... Stryker finished a few more stitches before he set his work down, and pulled a brown leather and sleeveless work vest over his torso. He didn't bother to button it up.

"Master, I've detected an intruder. Shall I send the Hound out?" It was the deep voice of his ship's virtual intelligence.

"Nah, that's Bryan. He's come over to play. We're gunna have fun with screw-drivers." Stryker joked. "So, uh, you can go about doing whatever it is you were doing."

"I was merely calculating a list of forces needed to jettison you from various airlocks around the ship, under various conditions..."

"That's great Meat-Hack, I'm sure it will come in handy." the large man gave a thumbs up.

"Indeed it will Master. One less item to check off on my list to galactic domination."

Stryker heard a hollow echo like "hello."

He quickly made his way along semi lit corridor. The floor was was lined with lighting. He noticed on panel flickering and made note to fix it. He rounded a tight corner and greeted Bryan.

"Hey, glad you could make it." he said holding out his organic left hand.
son of khzvoltz
26 Apr 2017, 5:27pm
He enters the dock, looking around at the ships he has seen before, whilst seeing a few new ones to, he finds his designated pad, 19, and manovers over there, manually, as he stripped out all but a fuel scoop and some other bits and bobs for exploring

"I'm here, I made it" he pats the dashboard as he lowers the ship down carefully "citi gateway" he chuckles slightly "it is certently good to be back at a major starport again"

He gets up, putting on his black spacesuit and putting his helmet under his left armpit, he touches his scar he got when he had a unfortunate encounter with some pirates, also the same people which made him lose his left eye, he had a new one though but it wasn't the same, he leaves the star ship and heads to the galactic bar for a well deserved drink

Last edit: 26 Apr 2017, 5:50pm
Bryan Iscariot
27 Apr 2017, 1:35am
Bryan stepped deeper inside the ship to meet Stryker's greeting. The Dropship gave off a different aesthetic from the Beluga. Which was understandable because the ships were built for two entirely different purposes. Where as the Beluga had been built as a luxurious passenger ship, the federal Dropship felt like a military ship through and through. The military bulkkheads were seemed strong and on almost every wall instead of being hidden by faux ionic pillars. The ship seemed to suit Stryker rather well.

"Hi," he said taking Stryker's hand "hope I didn't keep you waiting too long" he paused. "Is someone else here?" He had heard Stryker talking to the ships virtual intelligence but he hadn't been able to make out what was said or by whom.
Stryker Aune
27 Apr 2017, 10:03pm
"Come on in." Stryker said a bit cheerfully

Stryker turned and lead the man deeper into the Broken Bow. It wasn't very complex; a single spartan corridor dimly lit led to a small living space with a kitchenette.

As they walked Stryker spoke. "Nah, you didn't keep me. I was just having a conversation with Meat-Hack."

The bodybuilder put a kettle on an induction stove while turning down the music he was listening to to an ambient level. "I can offer you tea or water. So pick your poison." he indicated to a table in the corner with a L shaped both. Upon the table was the needle point project he was working with. He set the pot down next to it and with it a pair of beat up tin mugs.

Last edit: 28 Apr 2017, 3:27am
Bryan Iscariot
28 Apr 2017, 12:53am
"Meat-Hack?" the fact that hack was contained in the name was enough for Bryan to put two and two together.
 
"Ship's VI I take it?" he asked

He followed Stryker deeper inside to the small living area. "Mm tea would be nice, thanks" he sat down in one end of the L-shaped settee. Bryan noted Stryker's needlepoint project on the table. although he still only had a vague impression of who Stryker was and what he liked. He knew it was Stryker's because of the depiction that had been stitched into it. 

"Nice art style...." he said in a non-mocking way as Stryker set down the tray of mugs and teapot on the table beside it.
son of khzvoltz
28 Apr 2017, 8:00am
He loads his ship into the garage, as he stands up, looking at the inside of his quaint interior and sighs "well, I could go for a drink..." he then sets off to the bar, a little skepticaly
Stryker Aune
28 Apr 2017, 4:01pm
Stryker's deep blue eyes watched Bryan take a seat. He picked up the kettle and poured out a measure of hot water into each mug, before dropping a bag of tea into it. "Aye, the Ship's V.I. Been tinkering around with it."

He sat down next to the fellow engineer and looked at his needlepoint project. It was partially complete and thread on the back needed to be trimmed. He picked it up

"Well, if you want it, you can have it. Else I'm just going to throw it away..." Stryker set it back down.

"But you didn't come here to talk about crafts...." Stryker called up a display and it flickered to life, displaying a slowly rotating injection assembly. It was clear there were a number of non-standard modifications on it.

Last edit: 28 Apr 2017, 4:19pm
Adam Firethorn
30 Apr 2017, 1:44am
Crossing the shimmering blue threshold of the atmospheric shields the bulky hull of an Anaconda-class vessel traversed into the docking bay. It crawled forward slowly. Small blue ignitions of flame would erupt from its thruster to correct even the slightest change in direction, all by the command of the docking computer to keep it on course. Once inside it began to turn, rotating upon its axis until the belly of the craft hovered just above the assigned landing pad upon which lights illuminated both the pad as well as the ship.

This anaconda was an older model, clearly showing its age with patched up plating in some places while other areas at the plating strategically removed for the sake of easy access or to strip it of weight. There were remnants of what was once a brilliant metallic white coat of paint. Sadly, the once gleaming hull was now dull shades of white where the paint once was or it had been stripped away entirely to reveal he muted metal tones. About 3/4 of the way down the hull from the nose was the faintest remains of a picture. This image, taking stylings from long-past art, was that of a pale woman with blonde hair clad in fantastic attire made out of a particular ancient flower. The ship bore the namesake of said flower, further down the hull the name "Ghost Orchid" was written in elegant cursive lettering.

During the ships descent a thruster sparked and fizzled out, coughing remnants of blue flame like it was sick. Other thrusters picked up the slack, their blue light shining just a bit brighter. With a low metallic groan the ship touched down upon its landing gear. The nose of the ship seemed to drift toward the left and downward as the landing gear seemingly was not in the best of shape either. It wasn't noticeable up close, but from a distance away one might see the slight tilt in the anaconda's shape.

Inside, Adam ran his palms down his face and over his now quite unkempt facial hair. The pilot's chair hissed slightly, releasing him from the gel-like hold and letting the faint force of the stations rotational gravity embrace him. The explorer let out a long sigh of relief; tilting his head over his shoulder and watching the small bridge crew get up and walk about excitedly. One even gave him a thumbs-up gesture. Adam quickly returned with a tired but nonetheless pleased grin.

His body shifted and he reached toward the button that opened up a comms channel toward their respective control tower. "Please let Universal Cartographics know that we are going to be transferring our data to them momentarily." Adam spoke with a soft chuckle. "And if it's possible, can we get a maintenance crew to look at our landing gear and our lame thruster."

A female voice crackled back over the link speaking in relative emotionless monotone. "Of course, Commander Firethorn, they will be on their way shortly. Welcome back!" There was a brief pause on the channel before the woman spoke again. "Universal Cartographics is ready to receive your data. Shall I inform them to transfer the credits directly to your account?"

"Please." Adam replied with a nod of his head despite the fact the woman couldn’t see it.

"Acknowledged. Welcome to Citi Gateway, Commander." There was a brief crackle of static before the communication channel closed.

Nodding, Adam finally pushed himself up and out of his chair. His arms reached out to the side to give a long and much-needed stretch. Putting his hand on his face he gave his rather messy beard a stroke. "First thing is first, shave. Second, a much needed drink.”

Last edit: 01 May 2017, 5:20pm
Giyari
01 May 2017, 4:59pm
"Come on girl, you can make it. We've seen worse.... Okay maybe we've not but still! Go, go, go!"

Out of the black a faint sparking of electrical arcs and flames lit up the tattered paintwork of what was left of a black Imperial Courier. Missing it's right hand side nacelle, pot marked with dents and missing plates, and crisscrossed with laser burns, the poor ship had definitely seen better days. The fact that it was still flying relatively straight was a miracle all on it's own, never mind the fact that it was still moving at all. At it's helm the hands of it's silver haired pilot struggled to keep up with the inputs needed to keep the vessel on course.

"Guta--ya, Gulf India Ya-kee, you are cleared for land--- on pad two three. Watch out f-r hea-y tra--ic in the area." the flight controller's voice filled her ship intermittently through hissing speakers and blaring alarm systems. It was clear enough through, enough to make out where she needed to go. Hopefully she would make it.

"Roger, docking now. Might need emergency crews on hand, my ship is in a bad shape!" The pilot responded as the Courier lurched side to side towards the mail slot. Luckily the path was clear, always was after a large ship had made it's pass. Watching the exhaust ports of a scabby white 'Conda disappear out of sight, the Courier lined up for it's all or nothing wobble into the safety of the station.

With a gritting of her teeth, the pilot wrestled with the control stick and throttle as she corkscrewed into the dock.

"almost there, almost there." she muttered to herself as the glowing lights of pad 23 greeted her eyes. With a creak and a harsh pop, the ships landing gear all but exploded out of the bottom of her wrecked hull before the ship made violently hard landing on the docking pad.

"I made it... I made it! Oh my god I actually made it! Woohaa!!" the pilot called out, fist pumping to herself has she peeled herself out of her chair and danced around the smoking cabin interior.

"Welcome to Citi Gateway, Commander Giyari. Ground crew are on sight, please advise." came a male voice through her open comms.

"Fix it, fix it all. And contact the Security Office, I have some bank to collect... then give to maintenance..." she answered, the sudden realisation that her hard earned creds might not have been worth the effort this time around.

Looking out her canopy at the damage she'd collected, she cracked a smile.

"Worth it."  she grinned, reminding herself of the thrill. What was the point of hunting if it wasn't for the enjoyment of it all.

As the ground crew surrounded her ship with a sort of slack jawed disbelief, Commander Giyari stopped by one of her lockers, it's door hanging by a single hinge,  and grabbed a duffel bag of supplies and essentials, before heading down the boarding ramp. It was good to be back on solid ground again, no danger death... Well, less danger of death.

"So... which direction is it to refreshments?" she asked before catching a glimpse of her soot stained face on the reflection of a near by window. "Or showers, maybe?"

Last edit: 01 May 2017, 5:42pm
Leif
01 May 2017, 10:19pm
Finding passengers here was hard, especially ones going in the direction of his home system. Leif sighed, hanging on his seat, head resting on one arm, the other tapping through the passenger board again and again. To his mood added the monotone humming of the Beluga's reactor and the muffled occasional ship arriving or departing in the docks above his closed hangar.

He rubbed his face. Maybe a walk around the docks would quicken him up. Or it was just the constantly recycled air inside the ship that made him dull.

I should let the ventilation system be checked next time I'm home.

With a groan he finally got up, grabbed his jacket from the seat and headed out into the docks.
Adam Firethorn
01 May 2017, 10:44pm
Adam watched from the bridge of the Ghost Orchid as the black Courier fluttered and plopped harshly against the metal deck of the landing pad. It wasn't the most pleasant sounding arrival, at least in his opinion but quite an entrance nonetheless. Leaning forward he peered out, watching with a curious gaze as the white-haired pilot emerged from the Imperial-designed ship. Rubbing his face he narrowed his eyes, that poor ship was missing some parts and rather important ones at that. One engine nacelle completely sheared off, metal plates missing, and the rest all riddled with an array of burns. Given, the Ghost Orchid wasn't in the best of shape, but that Courier had gotten it on a whole new level.

Watching for a few more moments, Adam turned and sat down in the captain's chair of the anaconda, scribing out a quick message directed to the newly arrived commander. "Solid landing there, Pad 23. I give it an 8/10. Everything alright over there; looks like you got yourself into a bit of a scuffle?" Leaning back he pressed the ‘send’ button and delivering the text to that particular pad before he swiped the holographic screen out of view. No sense in not being friendly.

The commander brought up yet another glowing orange screen, one that seemed to be issuing estimates of what the repairs to the Ghost Orchid might be. His finger lazily rolled the message up and down, displaying credit amounts for this and that just based off his ships diagnostics. The maintenance crew that was climbing aboard was already assessing and gathering estimates. Most likely, it would be more expensive.

Adam could just feel the credits drip out of his account like a leaky hose and paying a crew for an exploration trip wasn't cheap, no matter how small the crew. Although, when Universal Cartographics would be done that number would rise passed the cost of repairs, hopefully.

Putting his hand down on the communications button again, Adam hailed his pad’s control tower. "Control, maybe throw in a fresh coat of white paint in there too."

For a moment there was no response, but second later that female voice chimed back through the link. "Acknowledged, Commander. I'll be sure to notify the detailers of your request. Thank you." The link swiftly clicked off and left Adam in silence.

He let out a long breath and looked back out again, laughing to himself as he watched the ground crew surround that Courier in disbelief. "And I thought I was having a rough day."
Giyari
02 May 2017, 2:35pm
"There's food and drinks at the Pilots Market, showers though... Maybe ask one of the bigger ships? Or you could rent a room on station for the night. This isn't gonna be a quick fix after all." one of the dock workers answered over the noise of powering up grinders and torches. 

"Shit, you're not wrong... Thanks, and good luck with her." Dasha answered, stretching her arms over her head as she walked backwards off the landing pad towards the dock buildings. Looking over The Corvid from the outside she let out a sigh. He was right, this could take a while, but at least they had made it, that's always a plus.

A light blip sounded from her wrist before she could move much further. A message from another commander? Raising her arm as an orange holograph projected from her forearm, Dasha read over the message she'd just received. A message from a CMDR Firethorn of the Ghost Orchid, a 'Conda class ship. With a scan of the surrounding pads, Dasha caught sight of the scruffy looking white ship she'd followed into the station, it's ID matched up, seems that this was her sender.

"Yeah, but you should see what's left of the other guy! Looking a bit rough around the edges yourself, CMDR. Been a long flight?" she typed out with a flurry of fingers over the holographic keyboard projecting from her forearm. 

As the pad unbuckled and slid below deck, Dasha watched her ship disappear from view, hopefully next time she seen her she would be fighting fit once again. She paused as the hangar roof slid out and began clipping into place with a thunk. How she'd survived that last hunt was anyone's guess. 

"Why not..." she muttered, glancing back towards the white 'Conda before firing another message away to it's commander. 

"Up for a drink? By the looks of it we could both use a bit of down time." she typed before the message zipped off through the network, completely forgetting about the smell of plasma burnout and frameshift discharge clinging to her flight suit... A drink with the locals was always a good way to unwind, and also one of the best ways to find out about the next hunt. Hopefully they could put up with her battle grime.

Last edit: 04 May 2017, 1:26pm
Adam Firethorn
02 May 2017, 3:46pm
Laughing, Adam quickly typed out his response as he stopped in the hallway of the Orchid after a quick, but nonetheless refreshing, shave. His hand moved across a nearby console, fingers lazily pressing the buttons while the other washed his face with a damp towel. "I doubt there is much of the other guy left to see." He typed, sending that one first with a brief pause before he sent another. "Been a few months since I've been at a station, so yeah, not the shortest flight on my end either. Money wasn't bad though, nice to hear other people besides my crew again."

After sending the quick series of messages the commander walked off back into his personal cabin and quickly changed into more regular attire as he didn't plan on leaving the station for some time. Looking at himself in the mirror once more, Adam idly tossed his towel over his shoulder just before another message came to him.

He read it swiftly, a smirk crawling across his lips as he typed back. "A drink? Well, you just read my mind, Commander. Give me a few moments and I'll wander over, need to do a bit of housekeeping before the Orchid goes below deck...See you soon." Hitting the button the message blipped off toward the white-haired Commander on Pad 23.

Stepping back, Adam looked himself in the mirror again and gave his face a few light slaps on the cheeks just to wake himself up. The last legs of the journey home had been long, little sleep and a lot of constant fuel scooping and jumping. Stress. People always got a little pent up on the return trip, so doing it quickly meant people had less of a chance to go bonkers.

Acknowledging the fact that he looked more presentable, Adam began the trek toward Pad 23. He traveled the maze-like interior of the anaconda before stepping onto the flight-deck, working his way off and around until he saw the white-haired woman come into view. The Ghost Orchid painfully lurched behind him as the deck lowered into the station only to vanished a number of seconds later.

Raising his hand in a slight wave, Adam greeted her with a grin. "Howdy. Thanks for the invitation, I was just about to head off on my own." He ran a hand through his auburn hair and looked around at all this ships buzzing in and out. "Most ships I've seen in months. It'll be nice not to taste recycled water again too."
Jace Benin
02 May 2017, 10:54pm
DeLacy Foxtrot Sierra Delta, docking request granted. Proceed to landing pad zero seven. "Roger tower, I'm going to need maintenance crews." Jace approached the Coriolis station, Citi Gateway, in his Viper Mk III at a leisurely pace, an Anaconda was making it's way out of the mail slot no need to rush things. The impact alarm and notice briefly lit up his HUD as he passed through the slot but disappeared again as soon as he'd entered the station proper. Hull was sitting comfortably at seventy six percent, he'd taken damage but nothing that Facade hadn't seen before, what concerned him was the beam laser malfunction. Jace was afraid he was going to have to purchase a replacement and end up being that much farther away from getting a Fer de Lance, bounty hunting was sure lucrative but it certainly sent one's bank account for a roller-coaster ride.

Jace centered the Viper over the landing pad and began shutting down systems as he felt the landing struts take the weight of the ship, "Hey Commander Benin, this is terminal tower seven we have maintenance crews en route. Looks like you took a bit of damage there Commander." Jace smiled at the mention of the appearance of his ship, "You got that right tower seven hopefully worth it though. I don't much mind the hull damage, pay more attention to the internals and I do have a malfunctioning beam laser that I'd like you to try and salvage if you can, thanks tower seven."

"Copy Commander." The response was a bit more curt and icy than the welcome had been. Jace shrugged to himself, exited the Facade and made his way towards the terminal and past the dock workers. The smells of the dock filled his nostrils and almost burned after breathing only recycled air the past few days, Jace took a few slow breaths to adjust and took a look around. A few ships were still docked above the lower "garage" levels, a white 'Conda was just being moved to the sub level on the opposite side of the station from Jace. "Looks like traffic is good, this place should be pretty well stocked." Jace had been to a few of the out-of-the-way stations thinking that the lack of people would be nice, not have to fight against anyone's daily grind, he'd been wrong. Sure the lack of crowds was nice but the stations hadn't kept very well stocked due to the lack of demand and everyone had a lackadaisical air about them, it'd almost been like he put everyone out simply asking them to do their jobs.

Jace clutched his stomach as it growled loudly and painfully, it was time to get some grub! Jace began walking toward the exit of the terminal, ignoring the shouts and displays of the Pilot's Market,  wondering where he was going to be able to get a bite to eat.

Last edit: 03 May 2017, 2:40am
Bryan Iscariot
03 May 2017, 3:26pm
As Stryker poured the tea the faint aroma of whatever blend he was using tickled Brian's sense of smell and eased his nerves as he eased back into the seat. It had been a long day for him even before he had arrived at Citi Gateway.

He paused and picked up the needlepoint project Stryker had just put back down on the table. He liked the contrast between masculinity and edginess of the depiction and the medium itself. It gave it a unique kind of feel to the piece. It wasn't unpleasantly edgy, the medium somewhat muted it. Maybe he would keep it.

"Oooh. Straight to business then" he said with an excited giggle as the orange hologram appeared and rotated before him. The hologram systematically highlighted each piece individually in a pale blue, the same blue that the ships systems uses to display shields. As each piece was highlighted it also tagged the piece with an I'd and part name. It was a very well drawn up schematic. Bryan would've commented on the level of detail Stryker had put Into the plan if he wasn't  so distracted by it.

He sat forward in his chair to observe the plan His brow furrowed slightly as he mentally began assembling the custom injection system in his mind. It furrowed even more when he started up the machine in his mind and began giving the system an imaginary stress test to guesstimate the integrity of the module.

He hummed and hawed for nearly a minute before turning to Stryker "So, you said you wanted a second opinion, was there something specific about the plan you wanted me to look at? or was it just my thoughts on the overall project?" He swapped out the needlepoint project which he was still holing on to for the battered mug of tea an relaxed back into the seat once more.

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