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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17 Jun 2020, 10:34pm
"Hard to tell," Amata replied, "I didn't feel any vibrations going through the Astarte's hull, but I most certainly heard that explosion... but with the dock being such an echo-chamber it could have easily been on the far end of the dock." She checks yet again with station security. "Hmm, according to the latest station security report that explosion was 3 pads down my aisle. Guess I'll keep those thrusters hot after all, just in case... and you'll most likely bring along guests after all I assume?"

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20 Jun 2020, 10:12am
Inside Creamy's head, the activity was frenzied.

To maximize efficiency, normal operations with nanomachines were performed at a slow pace, by a relatively small number of robots. For example, the little repair of Creamy's auditory nerve was supposed to last six hours. But when put in emergency mode, the machine behavior was totally different. First of all, the two millions of tiny machines started to collect molecules from the bloodstream to build copies of themselves at an exponential rate. After one minute from the mode switch, they were more than two hundred millions. Then, they rushed into action. They now resembled a barbaric horde more than a small army, and every warrior had only one "thought" imprinted in the ultra-tiny chemical brain.

Repair the damage.

Hemorrhage was stopped in the bud and the concussion was eased in less than three minutes, leaving Creamy just with a bad but manageable headache. Nerys saw his eyes focusing again.

"Great" she nodded with a smile. "Good job, my soldiers. Creamy, how are you..."

Then the explosion rocked the bay.

"Oh shit" she whispered.
20 Jun 2020, 1:02pm
For a moment everything was as it should be. Creamy was laying down cradled by the enchanting doctor and she was looking down at him with caring eyes. A smile started to commandeer Creamys’ lip with a sweet compliment lined up behind them, but then a throbbing headache overruled it all.

Nerys Nymei

"Great" she nodded with a smile. "Good job, my soldiers. Creamy, how are you..."



Creamy watched Nerys' lips move as she spoke, he often did when he was very close to the doctor. This time instead of the impulse to move his lips to hers, he found himself leaning back. For the second time in his life, Creamy was nervous about getting intimate with a woman. Surprise pushed the headache away for a moment and then Creamy realised he was gun shy. Twice he had intended to kiss Nerys and twice a gunman had appeared as if by magic. It seemed negative reinforcement worked very well on a mind as uncluttered as Creamys’.

He lay there on her lap transfixed by her Labium of Lunatic Summoning and wondered what would be called to the aid of Nerys' modesty if he dared try a third time to claim it. An explosion that made his messy crest of half-set hair lean over the other way answered his musings on the matter as he wrapped his arm around her head to protect her.

Nerys Nymei

"Oh shit" she whispered.


“Quite so Doctor” Said Creamy springing to his feet.

Springing was the intention but his ribs hurt too much to let his arm bear his weight and his keen reminded him something hard had been rammed with great speed into the bony bit on the side. With Nreys help, Creamy struggled to his feet.

“We didn’t even dress for the occasion this time ay?”

He winked with a reassuring smile resisting the urge to grip his forehead with his free hand. His other had found Nerys.

“Let’s run for a bit what? These chaps seem to know what’s going on” Creamy indicated to the work crews in orange and yellow.

After the explosion, the dock hands had been the first to recover. They were leading the well-drilled evacuation procedure aided by the few security personnel that were late to the party. Alarms were sounding and big doors were closing off areas of the dock in case of a breach. A pad a little way down the docks was suddenly engulfed in a white smog that that turned the bright flames into a soft yellow cloud that mixed with the black smoke reminded Creamy of a sunset on a stormy evening back home.

“You lot” shouted one of the station security men that was pushing a cuffed Harris in front of him. “Stay together and follow me. Where’s your friend in the coat?”

Creamy vaguely remembered someone that could be well described as *in a coat* but his recent memory was worse than usual and he really didn’t have an answer for the man. Follow some one whose job it was to take charge and lead people to safety seemed like a jolly good idea, so Creamy didn’t argue and followed the man. He saw a chap he knew thanks to Nerys talking into a communicator of some sort. Déjà vu accompanied the polite shallow bow he gave.. .. Johnathan? His name escaped Creamy, but he seemed to be a good egg.

Black-clad security and orange suited dock hands started swarming the exits from the dock channelling people and equipment where they needed to go. They reminded Creamy of bees. Creamys’ farther had tried to impress upon his son the importance of the little things when it came to the role in life Creamy was going to have to play. There were a lot of analogies to the hive and managing a settlement of colonists, or running the towns and villages of the family estate. His dad had then banged on about how hard it was to introduce something as tiny as bee colonies into a virgin ecosystem.

All Creamy could really remember was that some Bees liked to get drunk and the hive guards wouldn’t let them in. Order and responsibility seemed very dull to Creamy and was best avoided. Right here was the best place for that avoidance to continue. If they followed the security guard, there would be questions and possibly cells. Now they could get lost in the crowd and go where they liked. What Creamy would really like right now was a hairbrush, a laydown, and a tailor. He was hurting from head to toe and he looked a mess, something he tried to avoid at all costs.

Creamy stopped against a wall on the other side of a slowly descending bulkhead and looked around for .. James and the possibly-priest chap before turning to Nerys doing his utmost to keep the weariness off his face.

“Are you alright Nerys?” he asked gently stroking her hair “We can go with the officer, or I could find a way to get you and your ship off this station” That was a bold statement at best and at worst a lie, a habit Creamy wished to brake when talking with the doctor.  

“Well, I’ll try anyway”


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20 Jun 2020, 9:20pm
Ao yelped as the ship rocked and rattled at the sound of the explosion, a jolt of pain running through his mind;
"Close Link"

A scrawl of text filled his vision then faded, Ao wrenched the cable free from his neck and carefully re-positioned his collar as he pocketed the cable.
Boots clanging on the deckplates as he ran down the ramp and out into the hangar looking for the trio, finally spotting them following one of the station staff towards the exits, and moved to catch up with them;

Nodding to Jason Ao slipped in with the group, keeping his voice low, but just loud enough for the trio to hear;
"Problem...seems your friends managed to get a message out, we should expect company, I suggest we get into the market, we'll be harder to find there, My chief engineer's sister owns a second hands parts store in the warrens, we should be able to hunker down there until help arrives, Jason, can your pilot meet us there?"
21 Jun 2020, 4:57pm
"I think so."

He lifted his hand terminal.

"Meet us at the Market. The more of us that stick together in the midst of this, the better."

He looked around, up towards the corridor, where the scene had devolved into chaos. Fire suppression Sidewinders and ground vehicles along the curvature rushing towards the bay that was now on fire.

"The sooner we go, the better."
21 Jun 2020, 6:51pm
"Very well, see you there." Amata powers down the Astarte's engines and then heads towards the forward landing gear's lift. After disembarking she sends it back up again and enters a code into the keypad on the landing gear's side, securing her ship before leaving the hangar, securing said door itself with another code. 'Better safe then sorry.' she thinks, and while heading towards the market she wonders what kind of trouble Jason made them stumble into. As she arrives at the market area she looks around, trying to find Jason in the crowd before her.
22 Jun 2020, 3:42pm
Void Sighed heavily, the inside of his helmet fogging slightly from the heat as he crossed his arms. When he had arrived at the scene of the explosion, one of the initial security agents that had responded to the explosion approached him for questioning, but once the agent had figured out they were both Ex-Federation Pilots, Void had no trouble using his silver-tongue to gather information. The ship that had been destroyed was a hauler and unoccupied, thankfully. Earlier there had been a DBX that tried to take off, much to the dismay of the docking pad's mag locks, and while these events happening so close together quite suspect, the connection between them seemed almost nonexistent at face value. Void thanked him for his time and shook his hand, walking away from the scene and scanning the surroundings. The DBS that had flown in and back out of the station had been a slight surprise. Poor guy must have forgotten to request docking permission, Void quipped, shaking his head as he watched the scout boost back out of the station.

Watching closely, Void noticed a group down the row. A few of them were escorted promptly out of the area by security staff, and at least one was in cuffs. A man was speaking into his hand terminal and watching the efforts of the people fighting the fire. If what the agent had told him earlier was true,then they were leaving the pad where the DBX had tried to take off prematurely. A man being arrested from the group was one thing, but something about that man with the hand terminal... Void closed his eyes for a brief moment, and when he opened them again, his face went blank. He made himself scarce quickly. melding with a group that was leaving the fire. His eyes darted to every person around them. Who was staff and who wasn't? That question was quickly answered when he noticed a woman with purple hair walk by the event without even giving a glance. Ever part of her outfit pointed to a freelance pilot (he had started to notice that crowd more easily from all his time in nightclubs doing shows), but her blatant disinterest in the crime as a bystander was suspicious at best. He cocked a half smile. I think we found who was at the other end of that hand terminal.

He broke off the the crowd of staff and tailed her, making sure he took every precaution possible as he followed. Some turns that she took were strange, he noted, but her path to the market became clear on the last turn. She stood at the mouth of a quiet side path glaring into the crowd. Looking for the man with the hand terminal, no doubt. If anyone had answers to whatever this was, though, the closest he would get was standing right in front of him. His blank face unknowingly darkened under the black glass of his helmet as he treaded ever so quietly... closer... and closer...

In one fluid motion. he wrapped one arm tightly across her chest and shoved the barrel of his old kinetic pistol onto the back oh her head. He leaned back with her to throw off her center of balance, and one foot was placed in between hers for a quick nonlethal retaliation if she tried anything. "I don't want to hurt you. I just want answers. Back into this path with me and answer my questions, and everything will be fine. I swear on my life. I beg of you, don't make this harder than it has to be."


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22 Jun 2020, 4:04pm
Like every Imperial citizen Amata's education included at least one form of martial art. And one of the first lessons her trainer gave her was that on average a man is stronger then a woman while the latter is usually more nimble. But no matter how strong an opponent is, most holds like applied by the unknown man behind her fail if you just let yourself fall...

...so she did just that, letting herself fall onto her knees, then bending her upper body forwards, hoping the momentum gained would be enough to throw the man off balance and over her shoulder.

ooc: Amata's hair is not purle but blue. it just looks purple because of the orange/red lighting in that profile picture


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22 Jun 2020, 4:49pm
As he made his way towards the Market, Jason looked at those with him, making sure they were close. Turning back to the corridor ahead, he said "Just be sure to keep your head down. I think the station itself might be under attack."

There was no answer.

"Amata?"

Nothing.

Wait... no. Faint sounds of some kind of... scuffle?

Jason frowned. He looked over his shoulder at the others.

"Heads up. Could be more trouble ahead."

Turning back, he lowered his shoulders a bit and started moving through the Market crowd. He unholstered his pistol, but didn't raise it. No need to start even more panic.

He was about two thirds of the way through the Market's square when he saw, at the other end, a flash of Amata's distinctive blue hair. And someone trying to grab her.

He picked up his pace, eyes narrowed, the grip on his revolver firm.
22 Jun 2020, 4:50pm
Void clenched his jaw tight as he waited for her response. Suddenly, she dropped harshly, and in the wake of the momentum lifting him off of his feet made him... falter. Her fluid movements hit something deep within him as a shuddered memory he had all but forsaken shot into his mind. As he relived the moment in his mind, a tear formed in his eye. A smile... a laugh... it all rushed by him so fast. FOCUS, YOU MORON, an all too familiar voice screamed in his head. His sudden slam back into reality hit him almost as quickly as the adrenaline did. He quickly threw his pistol far down the quiet path behind them both, far enough for neither of them to use. His now free hand clasped her shoulder as he tried to adjust himself slightly. The loud thud of his boots on the metal floor marked his landing. It took all of the strength in his legs and his core not to slam his back onto the ground. he used the moment of respite to look at the woman now, her face completely inverted with his. He chuckled quietly as a smile crept onto his face, "I like you."

He twisted, planting his hands firmly on the ground. He laughed as he spun on the ball of his foot, using the momentum it gave him to throw a roundhouse. However, It wasn't a strike. No, only meant to push her over. He wished to keep his word of trying not to hurt the woman, but he wouldn't let the opportunity of a good spar pass him by. He back-stepped, taking a formal stance as he waited for her to gain her footing. " I suppose the spar is enough of an excuse to ask some questions, if you don't mind, Ma'am? I'm rather curious about a few things and I think you have the answers."
22 Jun 2020, 5:04pm
Amata raised her arm to block the kick with her forearm to protect her face, using the momentum of it as a boost to roll over her other shoulder to get off her knees and back into a standing position more quickly before adopting a defensive stance. "Well, creep, if you are referring to this chaos that seems to be going on around this station I assume you actually know more about it then me."
22 Jun 2020, 5:06pm
Breaking through the crowd, Jason saw Amata in some sort of fight with an unidentified assailant. He raised his revolver to aim it at Amata's opponent, long legs bringing him closer but out of melee distance.

"Even if that's not the case," he said, "there's already enough violence happening. Let's stop adding to it here and now. Nobody has to get hurt."

He didn't spare a glance to Amata, but a clear edge came into his voice. "Unless, of course, the lady's been hurt already."
22 Jun 2020, 5:12pm
Creep? Ouch.

Void only shook his head. " And that, Ma'am is where you're wrong."

He stepped forward, unleashing a few strikes. He wasn't fighting to win. Rather, he was fighting for enjoyment. The strikes he threw were easy to block, but he kept himself in a position where he could defend in necessary. As he flurried, he continued speaking, "You see, I only just arrived roughly an hour or so ago. I was in my pad's terminal when the hauler exploded next to my ship." He laughed as he threw up a knee, combo-ed with a straight jab, "I do suppose though, the way you cared so little about a ship burning in the station, that you've been here just a bit longer."

He backstepped again at the sound of the newcomer, resetting his stance to another. His smile instantly left. "Interrupting a spar? How rude."

He sighed as he dropped his hands and placed them on his hips. "It seems there's a bit of a misunderstanding between all of us, however. If you were connected to the criminal the destroyed that ship, you would have shot me without hesitation."


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22 Jun 2020, 5:20pm
Jason, in spite of the tension of the situation — or perhaps to ease it — raised his pistol's barrel to the ceiling and brought it to his shoulder. He hadn't put his finger on the trigger. His discipline was such that, even as he was making his intentions clear to the new face, he wasn't about to shoot without provocation.

"You're right about that. If you want to know what's been happening, you're looking at someone who was on-site for at least one of the events leading to the chaos that's happening here. Name's Jason Frimantle. I apologize for interrupting your sparring... if that's what it was."

He glanced at Amara for confirmation that what had been happening was friendly. He didn't know if Amata already knew the man. Perhaps this was their way of flirting with one another.
22 Jun 2020, 5:23pm
Amata easily blocked the punches thrown against her, it became obvious that he was not seriously trying... something to wonder about once this predicament was over. She couldn't help but smirk as Jason came into view behind the unknown man, gun aimed at him. "Took you long enough" she quipped, letting him take the lead from here as Jason's holding the gun. "But don't worry, I'm fine." She walked over to Jason's side, keeping a safe distance towards the unknown man, not letting him out of her sight in case he tried something funny.

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