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.

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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.

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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.
22 Jun 2020, 5:40pm
"Heads up. Could be more trouble ahead."
Jason announced and began moving towards the sounds of the scuffle,

Ao silently nodded and followed, having dumped the pipe before leaving the hangar he felt naked without a weapon, his only hope was that Tiberius had gotten his message during their walk down to the market and had his 'package' delivered to the shop.

Standing slightly behind Jason and off to one side Ao watched the scene unfold as the fight between the woman and unknown person in the helmet came to an abrupt halt when Jason in his signature style, 'introduced himself'

When the woman moved over towards them he looked her up and down, Imperial, something about her screamed highborn and from the calm way she held herself, was far from rattled about the situation, in-fact to Ao, it seemed this woman regretted not taking the stranger's head off...scary...that was the word that fitted her most in Ao's opinion;
"You must be Amata?" he asked, refusing to let his gaze drift from the scene, scanning the ground around them for a weapon...
22 Jun 2020, 5:41pm
Void stepped to the side to let the woman walk by without any worries to join her friend. He walked over to his pistol, picking it off the ground and sliding it into his holster. "Well, It's a pleasure to meet you, Jason... Frimantle, was it?" He approached them , but, knowing they didn't trust him (a random man sparring with a woman in an alley while clad in all black with a helmet covering all identifying features, he admitted, was rather untrustworthy), he kept his distance. He eyed the man for a moment, recognizing him as the one with the hand terminal from earlier. "You must be connected to the explorer that tried to take off prematurely." He crossed his arms. "I usually don't bother with issues like this one, but that hauler was on the pad next to mine." Under the blackness of his helmet, he eyed the woman up and down. She carried herself like an imperial, he noted. Her fighting style was also similar to that of a basic martial art form practiced by the general citizenry, so it lined up. How she managed to cross paths with a man that irradiated 'bounty hunter', though,  he didn't know. Freelancers are quite strange indeed. He decided to keep his history with the Federal Navy to himself, for diplomacy's sake.

"I can't say if both of our events are connected in any way, however, it wouldn't be wrong to at least suspect a coincidence. The station as a whole seems to be safe, evidenced by the lack of heavily armed patrols roaming. This is probably the work of black market types, unfitting for the knowledge of the general plebeian population," his brow furrowed as he watched the crowd flow behind them, "That is as far as my knowledge goes, though. As I said to her, I only arrived just before the Hauler exploded."

He shook his head, glancing at the other man that joined them. "It seems you have no shortage of friends, however. I do not think my presence is necessarily required with you."


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22 Jun 2020, 5:49pm
Jason nodded, listening to the stranger. He was aware that his rather casual look — multi-pocketed work pants with various engineering tools, sturdy boots, and a sleeveless wicking shirt — wasn't what one would consider typical for a freelancing commander. He lowered the pistol and slid it into the holster he wore at the small of his back. He looked over the man and didn't see any insignia. Jason crossed his arms, bringing the tattoo on his right shoulder into view. It was a stylized Imperial symbol, the only indication of any affiliation he had beyond the Pilot's Federation.

"I can tell you in detail what happened with my friend's DBX," he said, "but as far as the explosion? I didn't even know it was a Hauler until you mentioned it. I'm not sure if the incident are connected. Do we know anyone closely associated with station security?" He looked at Nerys, Creamy, and Ao.
22 Jun 2020, 5:53pm
TsubasaLegend97When the woman moved over towards them he looked her up and down, Imperial, something about her screamed highborn and from the calm way she held herself, was far from rattled about the situation, in-fact to Ao, it seemed this woman regretted not taking the stranger's head off...scary...that was the word that fitted her most in Ao's opinion;
"You must be Amata?" he asked, refusing to let his gaze drift from the scene, scanning the ground around them for a weapon...


Amata looked the man that accompanied Jason over before turning her attention back towards the stranger in black. "I am, but I think we should save proper introductions until we are somewhere less... 'busy'." She then looked at Jason, waiting for him to make the next move.
22 Jun 2020, 9:55pm
Nerys tried to follow the action around her and the conversations, but she was busy with the wrist scanner and the small holographic diagrams showing Creamy's brain activity and the messages from the nanomachines.

They were talking of... leaving the place quickly? At a glance, it did seem a good idea. The two intruders had come for her, not for Creamy, and they had sent a message to someone. She was still in danger, even if she had absolutely no idea why.

But, on the other hand... The Fairytale was still in the dock, its access ramp lowered, its service panels open... now it was almost everything she owned. She didn't like the thought of running like a thief.

And, above all else, she had a patient.

"I cannot leave the station" she said, to all the people around her. "I am currently performing an emergency nano-surgery with a low-energy command signal, and a frame-shift jump would make a mess with my machines. My patient needs at least a couple of quiet hours in a place where no one is trying to shoot or kidnap us. The best would be the Medical Ward, but I am afraid that would be the first place where they'll come to search for us. So, please, that store you mentioned, or another safe place around here, is perfectly fine for me... as long as my wrist scanner stays no more than five meters from his head".
23 Jun 2020, 10:28am
Nerys ignored him! Creamys’ pride, along with his body had already taken a beating, and being blanked by the Doctor hurt more than Creamy was ready for. Failing to keep Nerys and her ship safe had deeply cut his pride, and then, to rub salt into the wound, he had passed out after falling off the boarding ramp. If it hadn’t have been for good Samaritans passing by, Creamy feared Nerys could have been abducted or worse.

He also felt this may have been his fault. Creamys’ Farther is a titled settlement owning war hero and his Mother an important advisor in the royal court. Thanks to his family’s standing, Creamy had been abducted four times as a child. To this day his family had insurance policies simply to pay ransoms should any of them be taken. Creamy had also been rigorously coached on how to travel if he felt he was being followed, and he was very confident he had adhered to those rules carefully after fleeing from Robigo. The last thing he wanted to do was put Nerys in danger.

The noise around them made it almost impossible for Creamys’ damaged ears to hear what anyone was saying so he watched Nerys carefully in case he had just missed what she had said. He saw her glance back at her ship and Creamy felt he understood the look in her eyes; after all, he had been cut off from his ship for months. A Pilot without a ship is practically a prisoner. Nerys was concentrating on her wrist computer for some reason and thankful she didn’t look scared or confused anymore. The focus that that pushed Nerys' baseline nervousness out the way was in full swing when she glanced up at the people around them.

Nerys Nymei

"I cannot leave the station" she said, to all the people around her. "I am currently performing an emergency nano-surgery with a low-energy command signal, and a frame-shift jump would make a mess with my machines. My patient needs at least a couple of quiet hours in a place where no one is trying to shoot or kidnap us. The best would be the Medical Ward, but I am afraid that would be the first place where they'll come to search for us. So, please, that store you mentioned, or another safe place around here, is perfectly fine for me... as long as my wrist scanner stays no more than five meters from his head".


Creamy hadn’t caught most of what she had said, but the set of her jaw and crystal clear determination in her blazing green eyes made Creamy feel she should have said it standing with her fists on her hips while her cape billowed in an enthral wind. Creamy leaned against the wall to stay upright and looked around at the faces he remembered from the excitement behind Nerys' ship. They whizzed off like officers responding to another emergency. Impulsively, Creamy went to follow. As soon as he took a heavy step on his bad leg, it was clear Creamy wouldn’t be taking part in any daring-do.

Creamy could feel his hair sitting heavily to one side on his head and his clothes were rumpled and untidy. His shirt sticking to his back with tacky congealing blood was the last straw. Creamy clawed at his hair in an effort to bring it under control. He was fed up with playing damsel in distress, having to rely on Nerys and passing strangers to save him again. If he couldn’t be an Imperial Lord right now, he could bloody well look like one and take some responsibility for his situation. Anger, and Creamy knew it was irrational, was making it hard for him to maintain his usual friendly carefree nature. Realizing his slate, cred-stick and the wire Cobra model Nubs had made for him was still in his suit jacket on board Nerys’ ship almost made him use foul language right in front of the doctor.

He tugged on Nerys' sleeve to take her attention away from her wrist pad and did what he could to look clear-eyed and capable.

“It appears our erstwhile first responders have another emergency to attend. Currently, I find myself unable to return their kindness by aiding them on their obviously urgent endeavor. I would also very much like to avoid an official interrogation at this moment. If you would be so kind Mrs Nymei, I know of a seedy but clean establishment that will grace me with a bed upon which I may rest. Fortunately, my good reputation with the establishment will allow me to impress upon their hospitality without payment as my cred-stick is still in my jacket on the coat hook in your medi-bay”

Creamy knew he was being ridiculously formal and he had been doing his best to fix his appearance while he spoke to Nerys. Falling back on Imperial manners was doing a good job of helping Creamy maintain his composure.

“If you would be so kind as to escort me to that maglev station I think I will be able to make it to the Highlights Motel after a sit-down in the carriage”

Creamy decided not to tell Nerys that the motel was a whore house where he had worked security when he was almost creditless weeks before he had met the Doctor. He could explain that side of it after he had his head on a pillow.
23 Jun 2020, 1:35pm
Jason Frimantle

"Do we know anyone closely associated with station security?" He looked at Nerys, Creamy, and Ao.


Ao subconsciously ran his thumb down his scar while covering his mouth, and unusual tick of his while thinking;
"Not though official channels, but Director Giulianna Callahan grew up here before heading to Marrallang and taking over the Black Wolves business ventures...I could get in touch with her and see if she has any contacts? but more importantly we need to get back to the young woman and her patient, we've left them out on the main street alone and injured, we need to get them somewhere safe, Private and more importantly secure, If you two have everything under control here I'm going to go on ahead and check on them, might actually learn their names at some point..."

Ao turned on his heel and started back up the side street, his jacket flowing in the lower than normal gravity environment, as he did so, pressing his finger to his left ear;
"Tiberius...I need you to get a message to 'Callahan' trouble on the station, we need a reliable contact in the security services."

As Ao returned to the main street he looked for the pair, he couldn't find them...


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23 Jun 2020, 3:07pm
Void sighed quietly at the sight of Jason's tattoo, but made sure to not change his body language. The absolute last place he expected to be when he had landed at this station not all that long ago was in the station's market surrounded by Imperials. All his time clocked with the Federal Navy fighting these people meant that one rumor about his... old career would surely do all harm and no good. That was why he had scrubbed all traces of his service from his records. Trying to play shows in Imperial-controlled nightclubs was a bit difficult when you were representing the enemy. At least these Imperials were freelancers, which meant their feelings toward others were less prejudiced than their military counterparts. It didn't make the uneasiness leave him, though. Alas, his first priority would be to get somewhere safe, but Void's scuffle with the woman (Amata, was it? No, he would ask of her name later, to be sure) had not gone unnoticed. Eyes in the crowd passing around them wavered around them. "Unfortunately, Mr. Frimantle, it appears wherever we decide  to go, we most go quickly or separately," he quipped, nodding to the rabble. He stepped past them, glancing at Jason over his shoulder. "I'll introduce myself later. For now, My hand terminal's channel is four four zero. I'll make myself scarce, for I was the one that drew attention to you to begin with. Let me know when you've obtained a safe place to talk, and I'll meet you there."

He started to step into the crowd, but turned to the woman. "I apologize for the rude meeting, but what little of a spar we had was... quite enjoyable. Perhaps... we could spar again sometime? On friendlier terms of course." Void only shrugged, "It is only a thought, though. We'll talk more later." He saluted nonchalantly with two fingers before stepping forward and disappearing into the crowd. He wouldn't stray to far from them to make sure they aren't followed, but he would only draw more attention traveling with them as opposed to this. As unsure as everyone was about this entire situation, this decision was only made to make sure they would be safe. Void sighed once more, following the flow of the crowd down a path with stalls littering the sides of the street. It was insanely busy, with people shouting their prices at anybody silly enough to even give them a side glance. Here he could go unnoticed, for the sellers were already busy trying to grab the attention of the more... boastful pilots. Now all that was left was to wait for Jason's signal. Void unconsciously tapped at the glass of his helmet. If there was anything he was positive about, it was that any hint of friendship building with these new faces would wither at the sight of what the glass was concealing. All he could do was hope that they would allow him, if nothing else, to keep his anonymity.
23 Jun 2020, 3:26pm
Amata watched her still nameless attacker disappear in the crowd before looking at Jason with a raised eyebrow. "Well, if putting a gun to the back of a woman's head is his idea of flirting he really should rethink his approach from scratch." She then crossed her arms and smiled at him. "Now then, how about you fill me in on what exactly happened while we wait for this other guy to pick up the people you apparently lost on the way here?"
23 Jun 2020, 4:35pm
Jason watched the faceless stranger wander off with a somewhat puzzled expression. What was his incentive to include this person in the conversation? The fact that he'd engaged in physical violence with Amata, including pointing a gun at her without provocation, definitely did not endear the person to Jason. Amata could, and did, take care of herself, but feelings were feelings, and Jason had a rather disapproving feeling towards the individual who melted into the crowd.

"That's definitely an individual who could make better choices," Jason commented. Then, he looked to Amata. "The short version, which Nerys and Creamy can expand upon once we're out of the crowd: there was a hijacking in progress, I saw friends of mine hurt, I intervened, then another ship blew up." He looked to the others. "Let's head to that storefront. Lead the way, would you? I'll cover our rears, just in case someone else decides to try and grab one of us in an unfriendly manner."
23 Jun 2020, 5:39pm
Amata looked confused. "Who the hell are 'Nerys' and 'Creamy'?"
23 Jun 2020, 6:37pm
Ao nodded and Jason's request to lead the way after explaining that he had been unable to locate Creamy and Nerys in the crowd, assuming they had gone to ground while the young woman tended to her patient's injuries.

Ao lead Jason and Amata through the twisting corridors and shopfronts that made up the market before reaching a tight, and steep set of stairs that lead below the market warehouse.

This was 'the warrens' nicknamed by the pilots that frequented them after their rabbit warren style complexity, it was dark, stank of stale odour, gunpowder, engine oil and burning incense. A person had to actually work hard to avoid getting lost down here.
Eventually the group came to a small shopfront squirrelled away in a tight alley;
'Second Wind Ship Parts and breakers' flickered at them from a cracked neon sign;
The front door was a rusted, thick heavy metal affair, and the window, dusty and barred showed a faint light from within.

Ao banged hard on the door three times with all his might, the sound echoing off the high walls.
A slit opened in the door, and a pair of almond shaped eyes peered out;
"Ao is that you?" came the voice, muffled by the metal door between them.
"Yes it's me Alex"

Keys turned, latches clicked and bolts screeched as the door was unlocked and swung inwards, Ao ushered the group inside before following them inside himself, locking the door.

Alex...was not your usual woman, asian, standing six foot tall and built like a tank with a thick plume of dark hair that was quite the contrast to her oil stained appearance, and a thick accent matching her heritage.
She looked and sounded more like a man...though that may have been due to the fact that biologically, she was...

"Good to see you Alex, I'm sorry to impose on you so suddenly, but we needed somewhere to hide, I can't get the rest of the crew tied up in this, Rose sends her love...did Tiberius send that 'Package'?"

"Yes he did, it's right though the back" Alex replied leading the group behind the counter and into the cramped living area behind the shop, before handing Ao and black leather holster, and a long item wrapped in cloth.

"Thankyou, what about that other thing you've been working on?"
Alex sighed smiling;
"Yes it's nearly finished, it's not going to be cheap you know! LTDs are hard to get a hold of since the mining boom and even harder to turn into..." She stopped short and looked towards the rest of the group;

"My apolgies, please allow me into introduce myself dears, I am Alex Yamamoto, please make yourselves comfortable, Ao's message was brief, what happened out there?"
Alex gestured to the group to take a seat wherever possible in the messy, dully lit room, filled with spare parts.
Against the far wall was an all in one kitchen unit and a sliding screen separated the room from the hallway to the bathroom and bedroom.

The living area itself was a mess, piled high with spare parts, blueprints, a small 2 seater sofa sat beside the door, a crate served as a coffee table, also covered in papers and parts.
Dispite the mess, in terms of hygine the room was spotless aside from the usual specks of dust and oil from a few of the parts, how Alex managed to keep the place so clean, and yet so filled with junk was an enigma to him.


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23 Jun 2020, 7:25pm
After quickly checking out the options available Amata let herself fall onto the sofa and crossed her legs. "Nice to meet you, Miss Yamamoto, I'm Amata Lirein. And regarding on what's going on: Don't ask me, I was on board of my ship when everything happened and waiting to get filled in on the details as well." She looked at Jason and then the other man, wondering who of them would begin.
24 Jun 2020, 10:58am
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[Far be it from me to play Chat Police, but this is plainly not RP or have anything to do with it. I'm unsure where it belongs, & when that gets decided, I recommend moving it to there.]
24 Jun 2020, 8:14pm
Ao turned to Jason; buckling the holster to his left hip as he did so;
"I was late to the party, Jason here got a better grasp of what was going on..."
Ao unwrapped the cloth, inside was a sheathed katana, despite the mythical love affair with the weapon, it was historically, pretty poorly made, restrictive and cumbersome,
Something about the Katana captivated Ao, he adored the weapon, and chose it as his weapon of choice.

This particular katana was sheathed in a reflective black saya decorated with golden wolves running from the tip towards the hilt.
The hilt was wrapped in a blue ito, a line of crisscrossing fabric that made the swords grip, capped with a golden buttcap and tsuba (handguard).

Ao silently withdrew the blade a few inches, the light glinting off the highly polished metal, and gently rubbed his thumb sideways across the cutting edge checking the edge before continuing;
"It seems someone had taken out a contract on a pair here on the station, Jason was the first to respond, I joined later...the problem is, to take a hit out one someone in a starport is either stupid, or has some serious connections, I wouldn't be too surprised if they already have all our names, ship ids and are waiting for us to resurface.
The two that attempted the hit managed to get a message out, we think it was a call for help."

Alex crossed her arms and looked deep in thought, and started when the console on the wall by the door blinked into life and began to chime...

She crossed the small room in two massive strides and checked the caller id.

"Ao, it's for you"

Ao moved over and answered the call.

For a few seconds a snarling black wolf on a blue shield rotated in the centre of the black screen, then the text;
BWSF SECURE CONNECTION ESTABLISHED!
The Icon moved to the top left and shrunk and the screen changed
Tiberius' olive skinned, lumberjack bearded face filled the screen;
"Captain, we were given a contact by the director...but there's a problem"
"What happened?"
"The contact can't help us, the entire security division is on lockdown, those two hitmen that were arrested after that altercation earlier...they've turned up dead in their cells...and there is another problem"

Ao was speechless, but gestured for Tiberius to continue;

Tiberius switched the screen to display a new bulletin being read aloud;

-TWO SUSPECTS MURDERED IN SECURITY CUSTODY-
-WANTED FOR QUESTIONING RELATING TO THE MURDERS-
Jason Frimantle
Creamy Goodness III
Doctor Nerys Nymei
Captain Ao of the BWSF

The four names were highlighted in red below each of their pictures.
The screen flickered back to Tiberius

"Word on the blacknet is they suspect your group of being involved with the murders, some sort of revenge hit, the Star Wolf has been surrounded by local security vessels and ordered to power down, they can't actually board us due to you being a formal representative of the Marrallang system, but I'm not sure how long that is going to fly."

"An inside job? they'll have to formally request that you stand down from the Empire Pact back home, for now do everything you can to stall security, it will take days for the empire pact to get through all the red tape and get Callahan to issue the stand down, even then I trust her to handle the situation and delay as well"

Tiberius saluted, bringing his right up in a long arc to beside his eye;
"Aye sir"
Ao returned the salute before ending the call.

Ao groaned before turning back to the room at large;
"We need to find the others and fast, any ideas?"

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