Elite roleplay: The docks

THE DOCKS (Dockyards)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Other Notes:
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08 Jun 2020, 9:09pm
"Please do," Jason said, listening for noise within the ship to see if or how the kidnappers were reacting to the foam situation. "As for how I got here, I'll be happy to tell you all about it when I have a moment. Stay on Security to get their asses down here."

He moved to Creamy and Nerys, looking at the third with a nod. "Jason Frimantle," he introduced himself to the newcomer, turning to the two he knew... at least in passing. "Hopefully we're not going to get cooked. What do you two need?"
08 Jun 2020, 9:16pm
Amata smirked. "That better be a really good story. Anything else you want me to do, just in case?" While waiting for his response she types and sends a small message to station security, telling them what Jason told her is going on in said berch and that her contact made it sound urgent.
08 Jun 2020, 9:35pm
Ao returned Jason's polite nod with one of his own;
"Ao, no surname I'm afraid" He replied before suggesting;
"If those thrusters keep burning that BDX is going to overheat and blow, taking this entire gantry with it"

Turning to the man and woman;
"I'm sorry I didn't catch your names, but I'd like to suggest we all get out of here while we still have the chance, my Victory Class Carrier, Star Wolf will be ready to launch in less than 24hrs, station security and non-crewmembers have restricted access, you'll be safe there."
"Jason I came over on the public shuttles, do you have a ship that can get us over to the FC docks?"


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08 Jun 2020, 9:38pm
Jason blinks, then nods. "I might." He brings up his com. "Amata, we may have a bit of an emergency here. Would you mind terribly warming up your thrusters?"
08 Jun 2020, 9:56pm
She smirks. "Figured you would say that, so I'm way ahead of you. Engines are spooling up as I speak. I assume you're bringing some people along?"
08 Jun 2020, 11:40pm
Harris Needed Yaz because Harris couldn’t see, but Yaz had lost the plot and was trying to burn people to death in the dry dock. Harris didn’t mind doing a month in the brig, but he did mind getting sent to a penitentiary station and that’s where they were headed if he let Yaz fire up the engines. The problem was, even a mouthy arse hole like Yaz was too much for Harris to handle while he was blind. He’d have to try reason.

“Yaz, think about it fan. We’re fust gonna get a telling off if fe..” Harris stopped, his numb lips were making him slur his words. “If whee fust fork afay …  god fam it!”

The sounds hadn’t changed, Yaz wasn’t listening to him. Harris felt round the pilots’ seat until he found Yaz’s arms and he tried holding him back from the control panel.

“Come on fan, it’s ofer..”

Yaz was operating on adrenalin and the promise of credits for keeping the doctor and the Imperial grounded until the man that marked them came. Yaz hit Harris right in the face and got back to starting the engines ignition system. Harris, thanks to the anesthetic only felt the jarring of his head and still aware enough of where Yaz was to fight back.

The scuffle didn’t last long because the cockpit, for no reason as far as they could tell, started filling with fire suppression foam and everything shut down. Harris shoved Yaz off him after inhaling a mouthful of foul-tasting foam and made up his mind. After coughing and spluttering for a moment, Harris told Yaz what was going to happen.

“You fow fot? I’m fufin done fiv you. I’m gonna sufender, you can foo fot ever you fufin fant arse hole”

Harris made his way to the back of the ship with many a bump and eventually negotiated the difficulty of opening the airlock without the ability to see. Once he tasted the greasy exhaust filled air of the dry dock, Harris raised his hands and slowly walked down the boarding ramp.

“I sufender. I can fee, I can’t feel my face and I fant nothing to foo fiv that fufer in there. He can suf my diff. Ass hole can't shoot ferf a damn eefer”
10 Jun 2020, 12:12am
His chain of thought was already a mess, and no one but Nerys seemed to understand the urgency of the situation. People were saying things that Creamy wanted to comment on, but he just couldn’t think straight. The maybe-priest guy wanted to take Creamy and Nerys away from their ships and Creamy never wanted to be without his own ship again, but getting Nerys to safety was his priority.

When the Doctor dashed over and wrapped her arms around him, the rest of the world faded. His own injuries and will to distance Nerys from the danger slipped his mind as he savored the feelings of safety and salvation he felt in her embrace. Creamy knew Nerys would protect and fix him.

The noise of the dry dock, the threat of behind hunted and confusion of people assisting them were gone closely followed by Cremays’ consciousness. Happily, he surrendered himself to Nerys charge.
10 Jun 2020, 8:39pm
Nerys grabbed Creamy by an arm and moved as fast as possible from the boosters range.

She was scared, shocked, and actually she was very tempted to leave everything and run away crying. But...

"I solemnly pledge to dedicate my life to the service of humanity" she whispered almost inaudibly. "The health and well-being of my patient will be my first consideration."

Do you think these are just words? Doctor Halsey had said her class after the oath ceremony . These are your weapon and your shield. Many times you'll hate them, many times you'll hate yourselves for pronouncing them, but they are the only thing that will save you and your humanity.

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"I'm sorry I didn't catch your names, but I'd like to suggest we all get out of here while we still have the chance, my Drake Class Carrier, Star Wolf will be ready to launch in less than 24hrs, station security and non-crewmembers have restricted access, you'll be safe there."


"Thank you" she answered, swallowing the fear, swallowing the shock, swallowing everything that wasn't her oath. "But I am a doctor and this is my patient. He has an head trauma and needs to be treated immediately. Someone tried to kidnap us, or to kill us, I don't know, but now I don't care."

Nerys lifted her left hand and placed the wrist scanner on Creamy's head. It was a little voice-controlled device just a bit thicker than a bracelet, commonly used by doctors everywhere.

"Leonard" she asked. "Activate the nano-probes emergency routine. Stop ear repair. Treat trauma, block subarachnoid hemorrhage".

The little device sent a low-power signal to the two millions of tiny robots still inside Creamy's head, changing some chemical switches in their programming matrix. Obediently, they started to migrate towards the brain, destroying blood micro-clots and sealing broken capillaries.

"Emergency routine in progress".

Then, and only then, Nerys lifted her head and looked at the mess around her ship.
15 Jun 2020, 5:10pm
Seeing Harris stumble his way down the ramp, Jason felt a tiny moment of sympathy mixed with a bit of humor. By the time Yaz made her way out, station security had finally arrived, holding their weapons at the ready. Jason sent a message to Amata:

"Security finally got off their ass. Going to have to answer some questions. I think we're good here. Dinner?"

He let the officer approach before he began to recount his experience, assuring the officer that he'd pay for the damage caused to the ship in the course of saving lives.
15 Jun 2020, 5:17pm
"Shall I keep the engines on standby, just in case? And would that be just the two of us or will you bring your new aquaintances along?" she replied.
15 Jun 2020, 9:44pm
Leaving Jason to handle the authorities Ao made his way towards the boarding ramp.
It didn't feel right to be letting himself aboard someone else's ship, their home, but curiosity had gotten the better of him, and his suspicion;
Ao simply could not shake the feeling that far more was going on behind the scenes, and these two, what by this point seemed to be amateurs, could not possibly be the brains behind the operation.

They had panicked, humans, like wolves, are pack animals, and stubborn to a fault, what do we do when we can't handle a situation? We refuse to back down and call for help.

The cockpit was a mess, foam covered every surface, wires and monitors had burned out from overheating and blood from what must have been a brawl in the cockpit covered some of the surfaces.

He sat down in the pilot's seat and looked up and to the left.
Nothing, the communications projector must have been damaged during the overheat.

"COVAS?"
Nothing....

Ao sighed, he hated doing this, it hurt like all hell, but after getting wrapped up in whatever had happened, he had to know!
Were more coming?

From his pocket Ao withdrew a long black cable, with a 2 pin plug at either end.
"DBX...DBX...DB...Ah there it is!" he mumbled to himself as he looked around the instrument panel trying hard to remember the early days of his training when he had flown the DBX series himself.
Reaching under the far left of the panel Ao opened a small cover revealing a jumble of cables and a 2 pin socket.

He plugged in the cable and pulled down the ear high collar of his jacket on the left side, revealing two holes in the side of his neck.

This 'socket' was known as a 'jack' and tied directly into his artificial left eye, allowing him to directly access information in a system's databank, highly dangerous and illegal in most star systems, a 'jack' could also be used to allow a person to interact directly with a computer without the need for clumsy controls.
But one glitch, or one short circuit, out go the lights...permanently.

Ao steeled his nerves and took three deep breaths before plugging in.

Pain, like that of fire running up his neck and through his mind erupted at once, he had to bite his tongue to keep from shrieking.
Whoever's ship this was had some real nasty security, but he was in.

"Load recent transmissions, most recent first."

/////ERROR!\\\\\
Appeared in Ao's vision

"Diagnose Error"

A wall of text rolled past his vision and settled on the diagnosis;

---Communication's Files Wiped---
---Damage Detected to blackbox recorder and covas system---

"Override; Lakon 2, 5, 9"

///Diagnostic Mode Accessed\\\

"Reconstruct last outgoing message from write over archive"

///Last Message:\\\
/// Today\\\
///A Few Moments Ago\\\
///ERROR! Message Contents Could not be displayed\\\

"Explain"

---Unrecognised encryption code---

Ao folded his arms;
If his 'jack' software could not read the encryption it was not an official encryption, meaning a private job, with alot of credits behind it, and the timing was unmistakable, it had been sent by one of the hunters....
Someone,
Somewhere,
Knew the job had failed...
16 Jun 2020, 7:40am
Sat in the gantry, high above the docks, Viscera watched the drama unfold in the docks below...

Of all the times... Unbelievable. Security must now be inbound for sure.

He checked his chrono... Five minutes until Ender arrives with the drop.

No, this is going to have to be an aborted run, can't have the kid getting here with all this going on, and its not like the goods will go off.

He glanced down at the Hauler docked five bays over from the drama...

No one nearby, ok this will be the time then.

He pushed the button on the small remote he was holding.


Inside the hauler, a light flashed red. A message was transmitted out on a secure channel.

"Abort!"

Then a a green light flashed once.


A small ship five bays over from the DBX suddenly exploded....
16 Jun 2020, 8:08am
"Docking request... granted."

The female COVAS Chirped at Void as he cut power to the engines and let the auto-dock take over, the Alliance Challenger's back thrusters twisting as the ship came free of the 'mail slot' and oriented routinely to line up with the assigned docking pad. Spotlights danced around the inside of the station, shining on the reflective letters that spelled "Resolute" on the side of the ship. He sighed as he held his face in his hands, casually glancing at pock marks in his cockpit window created by the rounds of a large multi-cannon. The repairs were going to be expensive this time around, no doubt.

As the ship slowed and the landing gear clanked and adjusted out of the ship, Void grabbed his helmet and put it on. casually looking at his nav panel and adjusting his course to another part of the bubble. He would stay at the station for a bit, sure, but it was always good to be prepared to leave... just in case. The Maglocks finally grabbed the landing gear, yanking the ship down onto the pad with a jolt. Void rose from his seat and started walking toward the exit ramp. As he passed by the co-pilots chair, his vision danced on a thin red ribbon tied around the thrust lever. He frowned, shaking his head before heading on to disembark.

---

Void's boots thudded loudly down the ramp as steam from the ship completely pressurizing hissed around him. A kinetic pistol donned his left thigh. Most people considered them oldschool, but it was still a personal favorite of his. When his foot contacted the station floor, he heaved a sigh of relief. It felt good to be safe. He had always hated doing bounties. He missed a trader's life, but bounties were the easiest way for him to earn money for his music. His thoughts were interrupted by a maintenance crewman jogging toward him, 2 of his coworkers lugging a fuel line behind him to connect to the ship. "Salutations, Commander! The ship auto charged for fuel, but did you want repairs, too?"

Void, now standing to the left side of the Resolute, looked at his trusted vessel. a large hull tear had ripped through the left air duct on the side of the ship. While it was really only a scratch, the round had gotten deep enough to convulse the metal of the hull, some scraps still showing pieces of the letters that used to make up the name of his ship on this side taunting him at his dance with death. Luckily, it hadn't penetrated completely. A degree or two inward would have had him sucking space for sure.  With a shake of his head, he turned back to  the crewman. "The repairs wouldn't hurt. I'll transfer the funds to you later," he began to step away, but turned his head to face him, "Oh, and don't call me commander. It's just Void," he shouted, trying to louden his voice over the thrusters of a departing ship.

He stepped away toward the terminal, the dockmaster's tower standing proudly over the squat building. the Master in the tower casually half-waved at Void, and he returned the gesture. When he stepped inside, he followed the direction signs to the waiting room. Save for a few members of security personnel, the room was empty. he smiled smugly under the darkened glass of his helmet as he went to take an empty seat in the corner, but suddenly, a shockwave jossled him and brought him down to all fours. He immediately grabbed his pistol from his hip and sprinted out, keeping a strong pace until he stood outside of the terminal. The pad next to his was covered in twisted scrap and flames. He watched the inferno dance around what used to be a ship resting on the landing pad, barely wanting to stop himself as his body took over and he rushed foward. The knuckles of the hand holding the pistol whitening under his suit. He didn't know what was going on, but the only thing he knew for sure was...

this was not going to be just another repair and refuel run.


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16 Jun 2020, 2:08pm
Ender briefly took his hands from the flight controls to zip upthe flight suit the last few inches and pull the sleeves down. The black Diamondback Scout was drifting towards the mail slot at over 400 m/s, but wouldn't need any input for a few more seconds. He had turned of all but the essential systems to reduce the heat signature of his ship, and the cold was already seeping in. He flexed his hands before putting them back on the controls. He had started the approach from over 20 km out, way outside where the station would initiate a scan, and lined up the ships tajectory with the help of flight assistance. Once the trajectory was true, he turned it of. He didn't need it, and it produced excess heat which he rather spare. The sensors read 10 km. Another 6 seconds. He counted silently up, then pressed a familiar key sequence.

"Docking request granted" said the familiar voice of Leo. 6.5 km to go, another 16 seconds.

He watched the mail slot for traffic during his approach. The DBS was small and agile, so he would be able to squeeze past even large ships, but if some tool had got his Beluga wedged in the slot again... He smirked at the memory and snorted in a suppressed chuckle, the cloud of condensates moisture dispersing in the chill air. With only 1 km remaining, the station was racing towards him. The slot was clear, or clear enough anyway. As expected, no scan had been initiated on him: his ship was too cold, and he was moving too fast for them. He was mentally preparing himself for the quick docking procedure as the walls was racing past him and the message appeared on his screen. It only said one word:

"Abort!"

His body reacted almost before his mind had processed the message. He pulled hard on the stick, the ship twirling through the air. This is why he didn't use flight assistance. He could be confident that he wouldn't collide with anything as the ship continued drifting into the station on the trajectory towards the back wall. That didn't continue for long however. In the moments it took him to aim the nose back to the slot, his ship has made another 800 m into the station. He felt the right squeeze of his flight suit before the G from his boosters made the edge of his vision blacken. He didn't know what had caused the message, but now was not the time to think about that. He used the vertical thrusters to compensate for the slight instability from the boost and quickly scanned around while he boosted again. A dolphin of all things were approaching from the other side, and had it been just a second earlier he might not have been able to avoid it. As it was, he clipped the end of the rails and was sent tumbling away at almost 600 m/s out of the station. By the time he had stabilised the ship he was a few km out, and boosted again.

It was a long 20 seconds from when he got the first message to where he could relax. There seemed to be none on his trajectory, and soon he would be outside even the longest range sensors. He turned the DBS around to visually look for any ships following him beyond sensor range. The ship was slowly rotating as he sent his response.

"Status report? Package safe and monitoring. Awaiting further instructions"

His left hand reached out for the gyroscopic glass holder he had installed beside him. It had prevented even a single drop of whiskey from spilling. He put his feet up, but kept his right hand on the stick, making small adjustments as the station descended before him.
17 Jun 2020, 10:14pm
Jason thought about Amata's question regarding the Python's engines.

"No, I think we should be fi—"

The explosion nearby rattled Jason's teeth. He staggered, putting his weight on his back foot and steadying himself.

Just when I thought I could relax. Some other idiot needs to start a ruckus.

He sighed and shook his head. Two of the station security officers were running off towards the next crisis, leaving Harris and Yaz in the custody of the other two who lead them away. Jason headed up the ramp, intent on finding and checking on Nerys and Creamy.

He brought up the channel to Amata again. "Are you okay? That sounded close to your berth." He tried to fight down a sense of anxiety. Plenty of people would want an Imperial dead for a lot of reasons. He hoped he was wrong in this instance.

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