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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28 Jul 2020, 5:37pm
Ao nods at jason's words;
"As i said I a change of plan is in order, but storming out of here blindly does not make for much of a plan"
28 Jul 2020, 5:39pm
Nerys NymeiCreamy was the only living being in the known galaxy able to speak faster than a nervous Nerys, so the girl did not immediately realize the meaning of his words, but the pieces fell into position when she saw him walking towards the door.

"Creamy!" she called, loud enough to be heard even by his still less-than-optimal ears. "But... are you leaving alone? It is not safe! You are putting yourself in danger and... your knee is not yet fully healed. Please allow me to check it as soon as we'll reach an infirmary... your ship is not going anywhere, like mine, and we can recover them later. Please?"


Well, seems like the doc likes this guy too, but apparently they don't know about each others feelings yet. Amata thinks to herself while waiting to see how Creamy reacts to both Nerys' outburst and Jason blocking his way.
28 Jul 2020, 9:08pm
Thinking about how to respond to Nerys was occupying Creamys’ thoughts. Having to explain himself twice to everyone was off-putting, but the Doctor was an exception even though he was, for some reason, not feeling as warm to her as he had back on her ship. He was still far too polite to shout back a response while he was in a motel occupied by residence and customers.

The hand that clapped down on his shoulder to impede his egress was purely annoying after Creamy had underlined his intentions so very clearly. A small snarl appeared on his lips before Creamy caught himself being peeved. It was something he tried to avoid because he truly believed peevishness caused forehead wrinkles and hair loss. He took a breath in through his nose and gently exhaled as he turned around to face Jason and give himself a better chance to hear everything the man had to say.

Jason Frimantle

"We go blasting out of here like a hapless Anaconda trying to boost out of the station corridor, we're likely to end up as smears before we get anywhere near the docks. We need to be careful and cautious. We get a plan together first, then we can make some haste. The alternative is we risk not being able to anticipate and deal with trouble." He looks from Creamy to Nerys. "And that could get the dear doctor killed. Which I think is something you'd rather avoid."





Creamy wished he had just kept walking by the time Jason had finished, especially when Ao echoed Jason’s words like a toady.

Another moment before he responded was in order. Creamy had to check that what he was going to say wasn’t inspired by the head ache, a need for sleep, and a lack of Mrs Fillworths’ cup of tea that he had been so looking forward to. The tea would have washed down some much needed pain killers perfectly… .that he also hadn’t receive. Pointing out that collectively, Jason and the rest felt they could get four wanted people off the station, but attaining a good cup of tea and some over-the-counter pain killers was way beyond their skills set, definitely fell into the *Keep It To Your Self* category. Creamy set a false smile on his face that turned genuine the moment he locked eyes with Nerys.

“You glanced at my knee the moment I drew your attention to it thank you doctor, and decided it was probably just bruised. Your professional word as ever Doctor Nymei, is good enough for me” he finished with a polite nod to the doctor leaving his eyes firmly on Jason.

“As for you two” he said in a friendly but cold tone to Jason and Ao, the smile still on his lips but completely missing from his eyes.

“What I have made is a decision. What you have made, is an assumption. No one mentioned blasting their way out of anything. Guns only got raised pertaining to the stations' defenses being avoided should it become necessary. Now, I can assume you and your charming companion..” Creamy nodded towards Amata “..have a plan already formed, and I wish you well. Nerys will doubtless be perfectly safe in your capable hands”

“I have done you the courtesy of trusting your judgment in this matter and wonder why you cannot offer me the same respect. I can only assume you think me incapable, and that assumption is heartily reinforced by your ham-fisted attempt at manipulating me by using Doctor Nymeis' well-being as a penalty of my choice not to accompany you”

Creamy was now laser-focused on Jason. Cold distaste was written clearly on his face and in his body language. He hadn’t meant to, but Creamy had inflated himself to his full height and squired his shoulders with his chest tensed. The jacked Jason had provided was not made for a man of Creamys’ build and the zipper started to decent under the strain.

“How dare you sir!” expelled Creamy a little louder than he had intended to “You should be deeply ashamed of yourself man”

Creamy took another breath to calm himself a little.

“I can take you all doubting my competence with good grace; but thinking me fool enough to be hoodwinked with that childish ploy is nothing short of openly insulting. Even implying Nerys’ life is a token to be played in a gambit is a despicable thing to do”

They had done it, he was now officially peeved, perhaps even vexed. He decided he needed to forget Jason’s choice of persuasion, it would just make him angrier, as it was Creamy had forgotten to measure his response before he voiced it.

“You know, my inept bumbling and inevitable cascade of calamities that you seem to expect from me should distract station security and the miscreants chasing us. That will give you four a clear run at leaving Citi Gateway unhindered what?” He said cheerfully with an exaggerated smile.

“Don’t put all your eggs in one basket and what not ay? Now, you three can concentrate on getting yourselves and Nerys to your safe-ship as she has chosen to trust you, and I will deal with liberating A Knight of Goodness myself. Your inability to recognise a decision once it has been made, and a need to repeat your selves at least three times each would slow me down. Anyway, you lot probably couldn’t keep up with me if you had a jump pack and a servo-assisted running suit”

Creamy clicked his heels and bowed.

“I’ll contact Celeste on the Fairytale once I’m in the black, and ask her to call your medical computer Doctor”

With that, Creamy turned on his heel and claimed enough self-control not to stomp off down the corridor. Unfortunately, Creamy could feel creases forming above his eyebrows and a few of his hair follicles around the crown of his head losing the will to grow.


Last edit: 16 May 2021, 4:51pm
29 Jul 2020, 12:48pm
Is it my fault?

And the blushing.

Always the same story.

Nerys knew anxiety very well. It was her interior demon. Often she had been teased, or laughed at.

Oh, here we go again.
Calm down.
This is not as a big deal as you are making it out to be.
It's all in your head.
You aren't trying hard enough to get better.


She had heard these things from all her life. Usually in a mocking tone. More rarely, when someone tried in good faith to help her.

But they did not work. She knew it very well, because at first she had tried to repeat them herself. For years, she had believed to be mad, or abnormal, or just plain stupid. But then she started to study medicine, and she learned about anxiety disorders like hers, and how they could be dealt with and eventually treated. Years of cognitive behavioral therapy and antidepressants had greatly improved her condition...

...except at times like this, when everything seemed to crash around her.

Is it my fault? Have I done something wrong? Does Creamy leave because of me?

She felt her knees becoming jelly. In her mind, the hotel room unfolded into one of those old Choose Your Own Adventure books.

Choice A: run after him crying and beg him to stay.
Choice B: run after him making a scene for how ungrateful and arrogant he is.
Choice C: laugh trying to break the embarrassment, reassuring the others that he is a bit eccentric but that he knows his way.


Choice D... no, there was no choice D. Nerys dropped the imaginary book to the floor and stared at the door, trying uselessly to breathe and speak at the same time, with doe eyes and fire cheeks.
29 Jul 2020, 6:35pm
Amata looked at the door that Creamy left through. "Wow. With that reckless attitude I'm not surprised that he got beaten up that badly. It's actually a miracle he hasn't gotten himself killed by now." She looked at Nerys. "Let me guess: This wasn't the first time you had to patch him up?"
29 Jul 2020, 10:34pm
Declasses' Diamondback Explorer DE-11D makes it through the mail slot and the ADC locates the small landing pad 24. The ship slowly flies through the station, abiding by the traffic laws. Once the ship got closer to the landing pad, the tower control can see all the paint damage and thermal damage that the ship has endeavored on his voyage.. the streaks of paint loss was mainly at the front of the ship and on the leading edges of the wings.

Declasse issued some orders on to the keyboard control pad in the cockpit with COVAS (The Cockpit Voice-Activated System) taking over

COVAS: "Initiating landing checklist and sequence.. Landing gear deployed."

Suddenly, the nose of the Diamondback pitches upward, like a helicopter entering its hover mode. When the hovering stage was accomplished, the ship slowly begins to lose altitude and descend down to the landing pad 24.

COVAS: "40 Meters. 30 Meters. 25." The COVAS audio cuts off for a minute, the legs of the ship make contact with the pad, pressing down, then locking in place. COVAS returns. "Landing sequence complete, ship engines shutting down."

"Perfect." He said, while lowering his dark shades from his hair, fixing his hair back to how it should be with his hand.

The elevator suddenly begins to to function, pulling the ship down with him to the maintenance hangar. Once the ship arrives to the hangar, Declasse receives a statement of how long the repair would take, he shrugged, knowing it could take a while. His idea now is to probably wonder about the station, beginning with the docks.

"I guess I'll just walk around, I haven't died exploring, yet. I shouldn't have to die from boredom.."

He is wearing his usual dark coffee bomber jacket with a black t-shirt under it, blue jeans and dark brown boots.
30 Jul 2020, 1:21am
Aleks took another bite of his apple as he casually scrolled through the stations news feed on his slate in his other hand. He took a moment to look up at the crowd that had gathered around the docks. Word of a ship exploding in the docks had spread like wildfire and then like moths to a flame here they are. People always seem to be attracted to chaos even if it's just to get a glimpse of it from a distance.

He glanced back down at his slate and continued scrolling.

"Hmm?" He thought as he raised an eyebrow.

-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

"Interesting."

Aleks slowly scrolled through their pictures as he took another bite of the apple.

His gut was telling him that something strange must be going on but then again perhaps it was just that vending machine burrito he had earlier. Regardless, he knew one thing for sure: Where's there is chaos, there is credits being made, and that was something Aleks was in desperate need of after his last operation went all to hell. Years of meticulously working multiple angles to make sure everything fell into place and then 'poof' everything he'd worked towards was gone in an instant because of some dweeb that he'd underestimated. Even worse, now he was stuck sitting here waiting for a flight off of this station that was just supposed to be a quick detour for some other wealthier passenger on his flight that just HAD to have some damned fish.

"Stupid fish." Aleks said to himself with a slight shake of his head.

"Huh?" Said the man who had been sitting directly next to Aleks on the bench for the last 20 minutes. Aleks was oblivious to his existence until this very moment.

Aleks slowly turned his head to meet the mans eyes while he took another bite of his apple. The man nervously stared at Aleks for a moment before finally gathering his things and standing up to move to the next bench over.

Aleks looked back down at his slate to check the time before pocketing it and throwing the half eaten apple into the nearby trash bin.


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30 Jul 2020, 12:52pm
Void jolted from his emotional stir, rising quickly to a standing position with a hand hovering over his kinetic pistol. The sudden movement frightened a few people that were passing by him, and they immediately made themselves scarce. He quickly checked his surroundings, his breath fogging the inside of his helm slightly. It took a few moments to convince himself that he wasn't in any real danger. Perhaps it was just a trick of the moment; the thoughts he was lost in took all of his attention away from the happenings around him, and it came to his surprise that the docks were bustling quite a bit. He relaxed, shaking off the stress he had accumulated before going to a screen mounted on the left forearm of his suit. "Archer, have there been any incoming comms?"

"Negative, Commander," he responded, "The last recorded communication is dated for two hundred and eighty three days ago."

Void clenched his hand a bit, knowing what occurred with that communication, but he had already spent enough time aimless dwelling on the past. "Immediately inform me of any incoming communications."

"Yes, Commander."

He dropped his hands to his sides, tapping his foot as he observed the crowd around him. He glanced at his ship, frowning at the thought of someone being a bit too nosy. A few more taps on his forearm screen fixed that, and as the docking pad's elevator dropped below to stow away his ship he began sauntering through the crowd, taking note of any peculiar individuals mix in to the commotion. He noticed the insignia of the Federation Fleet on a few pilots, and he nodded at them, which was met with mutual acknowledgment. He noticed a man sitting to the side scrolling through a slate in boredom, which piqued his curiousity. In all this commotion, he seemed rather uninterested about everything. worth a shot, I suppose,he thought to himself, and as the man sitting next to him scurried away, Void calmly walked over and took a seat. He was rather rigid with how he approached and how he was seated, he was aware, but there was no helping that. It probably also wasn't settling that the dark glass of his helmet took away all individualism away from his person. Can't  be too careful, though.

As he was aware that being quiet would go nowhere, he decided to start a conversation of sorts, and, knowing pilots, there was an easy way to start one. "Freelancer or faction lackey?"


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30 Jul 2020, 6:39pm
Jason's reaction to Creamy's tirade mostly constituted looking down, sighing, rubbing the bridge of his nose, and saying a combination of "oh, give me strength", "Princess's tits", and "for fuck's sake."

After Creamy blew past him, Jason made no attempt to stop him this time. It was Creamy's choice, and he would have to live with the consequences.

He turned his attention to Nerys, curious to her answer to Amata's questions and watching the doctor's pained, confused, and embarrassed expression.
30 Jul 2020, 7:09pm
DJ VoidAs he was aware that being quiet would go nowhere, he decided to start a conversation of sorts, and, knowing pilots, there was an easy way to start one. "Freelancer or faction lackey?"


Aleks watched his new bench partner out of the corner of his eye, keeping his face forward. He took a deep subtle breath and pondered on the man's question for a moment, leaving an awkward pause. He couldn't tell this stranger what he actually does, or did.

He could hear it now:

"Actually, I deal in a bit of everything. Assassination, arms trafficking, drug trafficking, helped a few people obtain new identities for the right price, dabbled in hacking, oh and I have this rather large collection of antique soda bottles that my grandmother left to me. Don't know what to do with the damned things." Aleks thought to himself.

"Freelancer." He finally replied, speaking rather quickly. There was a hint of disappointment and anger in his voice. Starting over out here was really going to be quiet the adjustment.

Aleks turned his gaze onto the man while subtly moving his left hand closer to his own firearm holster that was attached to his left thigh.

"Who's asking?"
30 Jul 2020, 9:07pm
Ao shook his head;
He had to give respect where it was due, the man chose his path and stuck to it, problem was, what was he willing to sacrifice?
Ao looked to Jason then back into the room where Nerys and Amata sat; and listened intently...
30 Jul 2020, 11:30pm
He looked around as he has heard about a hangar fire, and or, explosion. the message being broadcasted all over the station via alarms, lights, announcements on the intercoms and is also linked to his holographic wrist communicator which is linked to his wireless earbud in one ear. With all the commotion going on he didn't see it as anything urgent because his wrist communicator didn't notify anything about his ship, which is linked to COVAS as well when he is on extraterrestrial planet surfaces. He begins to look around, listening to what the people are saying about the recent news.

Here's a few things to know about this newcomer in the station..
Declasse has always been quiet and to himself. He would think more and process things logically more than speaking and showing actions first. That doesn't make him antisocial, he's just an introvert. This is also the reason why he became a lone wolf explorer. People don't know too much about him because he usually doesn't spend too much time at a station. He lands, repairs his Diamondback Explorer and rearms his heat sink charges and leaves.


He looked at station updates on his wrist and wondered if there will be a station lock-down until this investigation has been resolved, which is slowing his exploration down even more.

Sighs with disgust, frowning "Ugh, I can't believe this now. I'll have to ask around and see how long this will take..."
30 Jul 2020, 11:38pm
Amata LireinAmata looked at the door that Creamy left through. "Wow. With that reckless attitude I'm not surprised that he got beaten up that badly. It's actually a miracle he hasn't gotten himself killed by now." She looked at Nerys. "Let me guess: This wasn't the first time you had to patch him up?"


Nerys still looked at the empty door for a couple of seconds, then Amata's words slowly filtered into her consciousness.

"Well..." She turned towards the blue-haired girl. "No... actually no, but probably only because I haven't known him for a long time... but in the few days spent together we managed to get involved in two gunfights and an attempted interdiction".

She sighed. "Although" she added quickly "this latter event is not his fault".
31 Jul 2020, 5:13pm
Aleks Rez "Freelancer." He finally replied, speaking rather quickly. There was a hint of disappointment and anger in his voice. Starting over out here was really going to be quiet the adjustment.

Aleks turned his gaze onto the man while subtly moving his left hand closer to his own firearm holster that was attached to his left thigh.

"Who's asking?"



Void nodded, noticing the movement of his hand. It was an understandable gesture, especially if he were a freelancer. That title enveloped a lot of things, some nastier than others. Trust was a very brittle word in his world. However, it seemed he was rather... accepting, as opposed to Void's last failed batch of ragtag friends. Why hide anything aside from what the mask hid? "Well... the long answer?" he relaxed, leaning back and propping his left foot on his knee (the manspreading leg cross), "Ex-Federation military pilot. Lots of sorties, some failed some not. Dabbled in bounty hunting for a long while, but the taste of battle turned bittersweet in my mouth after a loss I couldn't ignore. Now I trade and travel. I also take enjoyment out of DJ-ing at station night clubs every now and then, but I suppose that's the least interesting bit..." Void crossed his arms and held the chin of his helmet in a manner of comedic thinking, "Short answer? I suppose it would also be freelancer."

Void had a long deep exhale through his nose. It had been ages since laying everything out on the table like that. He had kept to himself after losing her. The only thing he really even consoled in, much to his lonely dismay, was the ribbon he kept to think of her, tightened around the throttle stick of the co-pilot chair she once sat in. A sad existence to live, he knew, but a burden he chose to carry. Who wanted to hear a sob story, anyway? Alas, it was too late to take it all back, so, to avoid any backlash, he quickly thought of a way to change the subject. "Is that a kinetic pistol? A rare treat that is. looks like a custom carbon fiber frame with a rubberized grip. I'm guessing with that kit, theres probably also a magnetic accelerator in the barrel? Quite the custom model," he sat quietly for a moment, then extended a hand, prompting a response from the hand that hovered near the pistol. "Call me Void."


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