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.
20 Aug 2017, 1:31am
Stryker shook his head, listening to the explorer.

"How do you keep from going insane? I mean, no one to talk to, no one to interact with. Hell, as a dude, you must have, urges. How do you deal with that?"

He followed along and shrugged. "And besides, I'm sure ration packs get really old after a bit. I don't think I could do it. I don't even know what I was thinking."

He looked up and saw the Ghost Orchid and scratched his chin. "Though, a jump range like that, might make it all worth it."
24 Aug 2017, 2:40am
'Romeo Echo November, Core Dynamics, heavy, proceed to docking bay Zero Niner.'

The Guilty Goblin's engine hum resonated deeply as she coasted into Citi Gateway, her shiny almost pristine golden paint turned an eerie yellow/green in the murk of the docks, her maneuvers surprisingly smooth and agile for a ship of her bulk as she set down gently on the pad assigned.

Ren took his time freshening up and getting dressed, he had heard good things about Inara Nexus and their recent rise in popularity in Citi Gateway and looked forward to some hard earned rest and relaxation after running missions and trading for their cause and his own. A stable neutral system sounded like a welcome addition to these parts and could double as a safe haven when required. Ren decided to take a look around.

Ren stepped out of his room and headed to the flight deck to speak to his recently hired wing-mate. "Kasey, I am going to head out and take a look around, I will send you a message when I am done and we will head out for a drink, on me of course" Kasey was also getting herself ready to leave, "Yes Sir, Thank you Sir" Ren laughed "You have proven yourself out there Kasey, when were off the ship simply Ren will do." Kasey ever so slightly blushed "Thank you, Ren, I'll hold the fort 'til then."

Ren bounded down the steps and out in to the dock, he spoke to the dock crew assigned to his bay. "Hello gents, just the fuel and restock please, oh and can I get the paint touched up please." The crew looked up at the shiny corvette, the foreman chimed in "hard to see the damage when it blinds us just lookin'." Ren chuckled "Heh, try your welding mask perhaps." Ren winks and flicks him a tip "Humph" is all the foreman could retort with as Ren whistled his way to the Pilot's Market.
24 Aug 2017, 7:38pm
*November Kilo Bravo, You are cleared for landing. Please respect Docking procedure*

For the first time in his career as a CMDR, Bambi gently guided his Python Class ship the Planet Express through the mail slot to his assigned landing pad, pausing above the pad to deploy his landing gear, before carefully maneuvering it down into place, with the deft touch of an experienced pilot.

As the ship settled on its pad the Dock Crew emerged to being refueling and restocking. The ship entered the hanger, where Cmdr Bambi exited his ship and made his way to the flight deck to see what this port had to offer.

To avoid walking around aimlessly he thought it would be best to ask a Dock worker where the main bar was. After only getting lost a few times and only having to ask 5 other people for directions Bambi got himself on the right path to take him to InGaBa
24 Aug 2017, 8:07pm
As the beefy bodybuilder followed Apex along the open flight deck. He looked up in response to the reverberating and deep sound of a large ship cascading through the massive tube. It was hard not to notice as a gigantic shadow eclipsed his.

The outline was unmistakable. Corvette... he shook his head in contempt. Somebody sold their soul... And though it was an assumption, he thought back to the last time he saw one. One Commander Hail, of the Federal Intelligence System had used a slimier ship as her base of operations. The Angel of the End. The entire meeting ended in a total fiasco. Unconsciously the large pirate flexed his artificial claw. He found Commander Hail, interesting enough, but wondered if she had been brainwashed by the corporate thugs masquerading around as a legitimate super government. His chest swelled, as he sighed.

Shortly after, a python zipped in. Now, there is a ship with utility, he smirked, and had a healthy respect for the model. Agile, had teeth, and got the job done. But he was still partial to his ship. The hulking mass of twisted metal and spikes sat on it's pad, almost overhead. He watched the tiny ant-like dots of his crew scurrying about unloading the cargo. At least he would get a payday. A cut of it at least.

He turned his attention back to Apex.
24 Aug 2017, 10:50pm
Adam looked back with a warm bit of laughter, once more stuffing his hands deep into his jacket pockets as they arrived at the massive white ship. For a moment, Adam's eyes followed Stryker's above, watching the ships go passed. But, his attention looked back to his muscled companion. "Urges?" The explorer chuckled, glancing around. "Well, I guess I keep from going insane by keeping a crew with me. I don't fly alone, no way. Heck, having people to talk to lets you be out there longer. Just have to pick the right people."

He then motioned his hand, returning to a previous topic. "Urges, well..." He glanced back to the Orchid. "...For a while yeah, sometimes you just forget. Other times, let's just say having some crew around your age makes it sometimes a bit easier to deal with." There was a bit of smugness in his tone at that moment. "But, they are all good people, including that. When you're out for months, things like that go under the bridge. You have an understanding that you're human. It happens, you move on, sometimes keep going."

They reached the Orchid a few strides later, the massive white Anaconda looming overhead with its glimmering white paint. "So, take a look inside?"
25 Aug 2017, 6:26am
Meandering through the market looking around to see if anything would catch his eye, it was apparent after a while that Ren was more interested in watching the people than looking for anything to purchase. His eyes eventually fell upon a black clad man still in his helmet flitting about asking questions and carrying a briefcase, this struck him as... odd, surely he would realise that having his helmet on only made the vendors distrust him even more than they would just a random person asking questions Ren supposed I guess he is just a character too eager to find his information to worry about such things. Ren had caught the callsign Dilbert Drape from the mans lips but had no idea who that was, Ren shrugged and moved on.

hmmm about time for that drink.

Ren made his way toward the Entertainment District, glimpsing a map on the way he decides on a place, reaching for his datapad he messaged Kasey, 'Good to go when you are, meet me at the InGaBa'
25 Aug 2017, 3:57pm
Stryker looked back at the man with his hands in the pocket, then gave the massive ship overhead an appraising eye, He liked what he saw. Clean and white, almost Imperial in nature and he wondered if Apex linage hailed from that part of the galaxy.

"She's a fine looking ship," he said simply then his gaze wandered over the the entry ramp. "I would love nothing more then to crawl up in that FSD and see how it ticks. If you don't mind me taking notes," he tried to keep the excitement under control. The bodybuilder may be a pirate, but he would always be a wrench turner first.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to take a look at the power-plant as well. Can't really have one without the other." he said.
28 Aug 2017, 7:20pm
At the back kiosk, the black-clad Indigo set the briefcase on top of a display case just hard enough to startle the man behind it from fidgeting with an array of curios. Clearly startled, the man behind the kiosk made an almost comical sound as he turned to face the black-clad figure and started to say something but stopped. He looked carefully at him, started to say something else and stopped again.

"Sullivan?" the black-clad figured asked.
"Indigo?", Sullivan countered.
"Well, this is unexpected. I thought for sure they'd have sent you to a penal colony by now for sure."
"And I thought I'd be looking down at your vacuum-sealed remains by now. What brings you here? Other than trying to give me a heart attack?"
"You'd have to have a heart before you could have a heart attack. I'm looking for someone. Someone I hear may have been this way recently."
"Someone other than me, clearly. So out with it already, who? And what are you trying to smash my kiosk with?"
"Dilbert Drape, and I wasn't trying to smash your kiosk. If I were...."
"Yeah, I know, believe me, I know. Dilbert, eh? I haven't seen him today, but he did come through here last night, as I was closing up. What did he do this time? Dump trash in one of those nice pristine stations?"
"I wouldn't know, but I do need to find him."
"Have you tried the bar?"
For a long moment, Indigo regarded Sullivan, an approaching-middle-age fellow with a messy not-so-flat-top of dishwater blond hair, and the acumen of a used Sidewinder salesman, as though he'd just grown a second head.
"Oh, that's right, the face thing." Sullivan said, noting what would be a quizzical look, if something other than his own reflection in black glass of Indigo's helmet wasn't staring back at him.
"Yeah, the face thing. They don't like my helmet, but they don't like the look of me even more, I don't like the fuss, and someone always ends up getting punched. It's usually me first, then whoever punched me, they end up in the infirmary, I end up in a holding cell, we've been through this too many times."
"You're right, I just forgot, ok? So, is it still as bad as it was?"
"Eh. The doctors did put in a new model eye, and this one actually stays in, so maybe? Still looks like I got hit with a plasma accelerator."
"You did get hit with a plasma accelerator. I mean, what are the odds?"
"Slightly better than the odds of surviving. I'll tell you what, I'm going back to my ship to pretend to update my manifest so I can grab some sleep before the dock master starts bothering me. See if you can't get word to Dilbert to come down here and find me. Dolphin, pad 3."
"I can do that, but you're going to owe me this time. Tell you what though, I've always wanted to visit my niece out in the new colonies - next time you're headed that way, pick me up and we'll call it even. I've always wanted to ride in one of those SK ships."
"Deal."

With that, Indigo slid the case from the kiosk, and made his was back through the market and back to his ship, to wait.
30 Aug 2017, 4:05am
Adam laughed at Styker's excitement, motioning with his hands to take the lead. "By all mean, go ahead and take a look!" He began towards the ramp, showing the muscled man up and into the ship. It was rather dim inside, and smelt rather old. It was that pleasant smell of grandma's apple-pie on a Saturday afternoon when she let you wake up and eat ice-cream for breakfast. Well, perhaps not that pleasant, but it did smell rather old.

"Power plant and Frame Drive are towards the rear of the ship." Adam motioned them along until they reached the Frame Shift Drive. It was a strange looking piece of equipment, both old and new looking at the same time. It wasn't standard and had a bunch of parts removed and replaced, others the same, others looking totally different from the original. "Let me know what you think, the Power plant isn't too far off."
05 Sep 2017, 12:31am
Stryker wrinkled his nose as the antique smell accosted his sense of smell. It wasn't that odor was pungent, or even foul. It was just, old. He raised a clawed hand, "Something wrong with the oh two scrubbers?" he asked.

The engine room was non-standard configuration. At least, it would have been if it was a Falcon Delay, but this 'Conda was a Rimliner, and the bodybuilder found it to be a pleasant change. The frame shift drive was housed in a larger than normal heat sink, and the plasma recirculation system was something completely new to him. This thing was obviously meant to jump. He found a smile crack along his chiseled face. "Who did these modifications? It's really quite ingenious."
06 Sep 2017, 6:59am
The Vulture Innocent Flower slips through the access corridor, flies the length of the docking area and settles on landing pad four. Once the vessel is safely at rest in the hangar below, her pilot powers down the ship's systems and gives a long, deep sigh.

It has been three months almost to the day since Jemine Caesar was last in Citi Gateway. Three months since that day in the InGaBa when she'd accepted a bounty hunting contract from Marrakech Morgan. A contract that would see Jemine make an unexpected yet inevitable return to Pegasi on the trail of a deadly terrorist.

A lot had happened in the last three months.
06 Sep 2017, 1:54pm
"Tango Romeio, Delta Delta Echo, please direct course to landing pad zero eight"
The ASPS dubbed The "Lucky Starflower" maneuvers to the mailslot, flying slow and carefully making sure not to hit any traffic
"Engage landing gear and keep speed below twenty five percent" Kingsley announced to 'Jul3' his AI plugin for the ASP.
"engaging landing gear and slowing ship to twenty five percent"
The 'Starflower'  slows down, touching down on the pad
"maglocks activated, touching down"
Theres a slight 'thud' as the ASP connects to the dock

"Citi Gateway.. I'm here"
he stands up heading towards the recreational sector of Citi


Last edit: 08 Sep 2017, 12:52pm
12 Sep 2017, 12:00am
Adam chuckled at the mention of this smell of the ship, his hand waved up toward what looked like vent in the corners of the room. "They probably need to be changed." He said with a chuckle, shrugging and idly walking around the room. "Given, I think they give the ship a unique smell, don't you?" The explorer's tone was clearly in jest, but also held a faint bit of seriousness. "Frankly, I probably need to swap them out each time I go out into the black. Probably not a horrible idea to be honest."

He then strode over to where Stryker stood need to his Frame Shift Drive, the smile on the body-builder's face brought a smile to Adam's own. "Well, I did a bit of work here and there, but a lot of it was done by a few people who know this type of thing. I'd love to try it myself, but..." There was a sigh and a light shrug. "...Probably not the best idea to stick my hands where they don't belong." Adam held Stryker's gaze for a moment, nodding as he waved to the FSD again. "Took a while to gather all the parts needed for this bad-boy and to get in good with 'em, but hey, my reputation goes pretty far."
12 Sep 2017, 5:29pm
Aboard the Vae Victis Indigo stowed the briefcase in a compartment behind the pilot's seat. Normally this compartment just provides access to the wiring hub for the bridge, but it had been modified slightly for the storage of small objects, like the briefcase. The case slid neatly into the compartment, and back, out of sight but easily accessible, if one knew where to look. After locking down the access panel, Indigo proceeded towards the back of the ship, stopping by the small, but lavish cabin.

The small cabin was suitable for four of the most demanding guests one might take, and lavish by any standards. Only the finest suites could rival the amenities or opulence of this cabin. Of course, only only the most remote of outposts in the most remote parts of the galaxy could rival the mess in the cabin. Discarded and unwashed clothing hung from most of the furniture, empty food packages and half-eaten meals on galley trays covered most of the tables, a pair of black socks with holes in the heels hung over a lamp, and the smell of old Kamitra cigars permeated the air. Stepping carefully over empty bottles Chateau De Aegaeon and Saxon wine, he made his way over to the closed-off sleeping area and slid the partition open.

The sleeping area consisted of a small section of floor space with a central cabinet designed to hold guests clothing. Two bunks occupied the walls on either side, each with their own little partitions to close off the bunk. Between the sets of bunks was a large mirror on the wall, with a touch-interface to control the lighting, climate, and display information to guests staying in the cabin. Indigo slid the partition closed behind him, and tapped the control to dim the light.

From one of the drawers, he removed an outfit, sealed in a dry-cleaner's vacuum-pack, as well as another metallic case, similar in design to the brief case he'd stored, but thicker. He placed this case on the tabletop of the cabinet, and entered a combination code. A sequence of yellow lights lit on the case. He detached one glove from his RemLock suit and pressed his finger to the pad on the case. The yellow lights turned green, and the case unlocked.
Indigo then detached the other glove from his RemLock, then unlocked and removed his helmet, tossing both gloves into his helmet, before removing the RemLock suit entirely, leaving it to fall to the floor. He looked at himself for a moment in the large mirror. Though he did, in fact, come from a high-gravity world, his physique was modest, belying his physical strength. He had no tattoos, no distinguishing marks, and only a single scar, that ran from his left eyebrow diagonally across his face. His left eye was cybernetic, an Achilles-made prosthetic. His hair had grown back in, streaked with grey, and the color of his face was slowly returning. The grafts had gone well, and he was nearly recognizable, despite the plasma flash that shattered his old visor and melted his features.

He turned from the mirror, picked up the vacu-packed outfit and the unlocked case, and exited the sleeping area for the shower across the disaster of a cabin. After a quick shower, he opened the case. Inside were a number of prosthetics - cheek enhancements, chins, brow lines, noses, colored contact lenses, ears and teeth. These were not even your high-end theatrical prosthetics, but top-of-the-line medical prosthetics, with nanotubulas and microhooks, designed to self-graft to the wearer and be indistinguishable from living tissue. In fact, they were individually grown and cultured from the wearer's own DNA.

Indigo selected a few choice features, and applied them with the skill of many years of practice, and in moments, transformed himself, and tore open the vacu-pack, and began to dress in a formal Imperial uniform. He was not just the spitting image of Duke Michael Nigelo, but was, in fact, the very same Duke Michael Nigelo who had been publicly decorated for his role during the Achenar rebellion. He locked up the prosthetics case and returned it to its drawer in the sleeping area, then turned to face the bunks. He slid back the panel and opened bunk #2. A body bag lay zipped up on the bunk, and he lifted it with one hand, laying it on the table. He then unzipped the bag, which did, indeed, contain a body - that of a rather unassuming man, in his late 40's, scarred, as if he'd been burnt some number of years ago in a plasma fire.

He dressed the body in his RemLock suit, helmet and all, rolled up the body bag and tucked it under the mattress of the bunk, before placing the body, now dressed in his suit onto the bunk. He set the deep-sleep timer on the bunk for 4 hours and closed the door, before departing the cabin and returning to the bridge. He glanced out of the window along the corridor as he made his way back to the front of the ship, noting the arrival and departure of several ships, ground crews going about the business, and no sign of Dilbert, exactly as expected.

He knelt down and opened the panel behind the pilot's seat, and withdrew the case from its hiding spot. He opened the case and looked down at its contents. A data pad, a small sample vial containing a very interesting crystal, a sealed package of documents - the sort still used by certain Imperial factions to convey special orders, and a small bottle, containing a thumb.

He tucked the data pad and the sample bottle into his pocket, tucked the packet of documents under one arm, and the bottle containing the thumb into his jacket's inner pocket. He then lifted the lining of the case out carefully, revealing another similar packet of documents, a sample container with a grayish-brown stone in it, and another datapad. He repositioned these where the previous ones had sat, closed up the case and returned it to its spot behind the access panel, which he then closed carefully, and reset the locking code for the ship's systems, and proceeded back down the ramp once more.

This time he set off past the terminals and the market area, for the lift to the station Administrator and Assay Office.
19 Sep 2017, 8:44pm
The sound of metal clanging against metal and tools making their way through broken steel woke Dasha with a bit of a startle. She lay there in the small cabin of the Corvid, her down and out Courier, half dressed in whatever clothes she had failed to take off from the night before, smelling of booze and bad decisions, her eyes staring towards the roof of her bunk.

"Same dream again, huh..." she muttered quietly, sitting up from her rumpled sheets and swinging her feet onto the cold metal floor. Sleep wasn't something that came easily to Dasha, especially after a nights drinking. Her brow furrowed as she tried to piece together foggy memories. She had been with... someone... talking about chasing the big one, the job that would set her up for life. The rest was nothing but fragments. Dancing with an old bounty hunter, or was he a pirate? Eyeing up a trench coat clad man that had taken her inebriated fancy, wandering aimlessly across the hanger with the help of a flight marshal back to her ship... Trying to flirt with the clearly uninterested woman... Dasha's hands ran down her tired face as pieces of the night floated aimlessly back into her head. Her first night alone at this station and she'd already made a mess of herself. At least she matched her ship now, that was a thing.

With slow and careful movements the hungover figure levered herself off the bed, her short hair as messy as the sheets she was just laying in, and padded quietly through her ship to the compact washroom. It wasn't as feature packed as some of the bigger ships, but being an Imperial model "all the mod cons" was a constant on the feature list. Even the iEagle had the option of a comfortable bunk and small camp kitchen.

Coming face to face with the mirror, Dasha was met with a sorry sight. Her makeup was smeared across her face in a number of directions, not to mention her top was in a precarious position, not that it mattered. With a sigh and a visible slump of her shoulders the white haired woman pulled herself together, pulled what was left of her outfit off, and dragged herself into the tiny shower. This was going to be a long "morning"

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A hiss erupted from the rear of the Courier as its boarding ramp descended onto the dock, revealing a freshly dressed Dasha, bright eyed and bushy tailed and totally not ready for anything at all who are we kidding. Clean, at least, Dasha stepped casually down the ramp, shielding her eyes slightly from the bright dock lights illuminating the mess that was her ship. Dressed in a casual style, black fitted pants, a loose white vest under a dark green pilots jacket, classic styled knee high black combat boots, all accessorised with a matte black and electric blue plasma repeater pistol and a matching holographic interface projector bracelet on her wrist. Dasha looked surprisingly presentable, well other than the bags under her eyes, halfheartedly concealed with whatever makeup she could be bothered to look out.

There were no workmen in sight, but it also looked like her ship was almost done. The previously absent nacelle was once again in place, and all the holes that once littered the hull had been repaired pretty soundly. The paint was still in a state but given the damage that had been fixed, that wasn't an immediate issue. It had been some time, but it looked like things were finally coming together.

Dasha continued across the docking bay towards the elevators, making her way into the markets of the station. She was hungry, and bar nibbles wasn't going to cut it. It was time to find some substantial food that could kick this hangover to hell.


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