Elite roleplay: The docks

THE DOCKS (Dockyards)

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

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

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

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

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

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

General Roleplay Etiquette:

1. Control only the actions of your own character(s). (AKA: God Mode)
This doesn't matter how small the action is, even if it is as simple as scratching their nose or a direct reaction to something else that just happened. This applies to everything from casual conversation to full blown fight scenes. If you'd like someone to do something specific, PM that person, however keep in mind they are completely within their rights to say no. Especially if said action is inappropriate to their character and/or circumstance.

2. Don't brute force your way into another persons RP.
Approaching with a conversation starter is fine, or indeed some other small action. However charging in, guns blazing and disrupting the flow of another person/pair/groups conversation/arc is about as rude as doing so in real life. If something is going on that you'd like to participate in, be subtle about it. Put out a gentle hook for someone to take, but again, be aware that said hook may not be taken. If you fear it was simply unnoticed, PM the person or people it concerns. Or even leave a message in the OOC forums.

3. Good grammar and spelling is preferred.
We're not asking you to be perfect, but please at least demonstrate willingness. no1 iz gna tak u srsly usng txt spk. There's a wide variety of people here, many who speak English as a second, or even third language. There are even some with varying degrees of dyslexia and/or likely other issues that affect spelling/grammar. We accept them all here. However, people who aren't accepted, are those unwilling to accept polite correction. Remember that even a small thing like the placement of a comma, or the wrong use of there/their/they're can completely change the definition of an entire sentence.

4. Accept constructive criticism gracefully and politely.
If someone spots an issue with your writings, they may wish to help you improve that writing. They may do this through PM or even publicly air their thoughts on the OOC forum. If they have taken the time to be polite and explain what is wrong with your writing, the best way to behave is to respond in kind, using the same manner they have approached you with. It means they have taken an active interest in what you have written and wish to see more. Basically, you have a fan!

5. Don't take the actions or opinions of things done IN RP, to be directly relevant to the writers thoughts or opinions.
Basically, if some ones character calls your character a jackass, it doesn't mean the writer thinks you are a jackass. It's a ROLE they are PLAYING. Watch a movie. The argument between the characters isn't an argument between the actors involved. The same applies here.

6. It's not a popularity contest.
Your RP might be bustling with participants. You have 3 people off station in a fire fight, while another 2 are infiltrating the darkest areas of the station, meanwhile a group of 4 others are tracking your movements in an effort to stop you. Good for you, I'm sure it will be a thrilling read! But you know what? Sometimes the absolute BEST work, comes from two RP characters having a simple heart to heart. Both are valid, both are great, but NEITHER is categorically better than the other. Period.


Inara RP Etiquette:

1. Respect the setting and rules of the universe.
Inara is an Elite: Dangerous 3rd Party Tool. The RP Forums are set in the Elite: Dangerous universe. Elite: Dangerous has rules, as any fictional universe does from Lord of the Rings to Star Wars, or Game of Thrones to Star Trek. If you intend to RP within the Elite: Dangerous universe you are bound by the history and rules of that universe. Simply put, this RP forum is bound by the same rules as the game, so if it can't be done in the game, it is not permitted here. This applies to things from a 50Ly Jump Range on a normal, unmodified Sidewinder, to the destruction of entire stations.

2. Respect the characters created by others.
We have a wide variety of characters already here. It's expected that some will be similar, just as it's expected that two characters will be vastly different. Opinions of each persons character will naturally be varied, but all are valid provided they follow the rules of the universe. You are allowed to interact with, or avoid interaction with, any character in the RP forums. But you have no right to belittle others for their creation. You are not an authority figure on writing, nor are you directly affected by another persons imagination. You might not like it, but you MUST respect it.

3. Be caught up on current events before joining in.
You need basic things like character descriptions in order to interact with them. You also need to know what's going on in the surrounding areas. This is simply because the people you are hoping to RP with, might be gearing up to something that you might not want to be part of. Or simply that the most recent post, out of context, could leave a different impression on the goings on than if you gather that context. We don't expect you to read every single post from the beginning of the forums, just enough to get that basic understanding.

4. Either subscribe to, or frequently check, the Roleplay: Q&A and OOC forum.
People may be discussing something relevant to you there, or even discussing you directly. Perhaps someone asked what the general consensus on the existence or non-existence of a certain object. Or we're just chatting about random gibberish. Either way, be aware of it and use it. If you're unsure about something, such as how guns would look and or behave, or even the music selection, use the OOC forum to ask. We don't have all of the answers, but the collective knowledge and logic usually allows us to overcome an issue and come to a decision on what should be allowed. Frontier Developments, and even David Braben himself, don't have the answers to every possible question that can be asked.

5. Large Scale events exploding out of nowhere are a complete no go.
We get it. Everyone wants their character to be noticed and for people to be tripping over themselves to interact with them. In some audiences, an introduction involving you blasting in for landing in a fiery wreckage of a ship, before cart wheeling out and sword fighting 35 Ninjas before whisking off with the local celebrity for a glorious night of passion, is in fact, cool. This is not one of those audiences. It is generally considered better to build your character up slowly over time. Eventually, you might even have a legitimate excuse to fight those Ninjas. Maybe even with other RP participants by your side.

6. Perfect characters are boring.
The point of a character arc, is that it is in fact, an arc shape. One who is morally unquestionable, fully kitted out and an infinite fountain of knowledge, cannot go through an arc. Give your character flaws. Be it a tendency towards befriending the wrong people, or a bad knee that frequently gives out at inopportune moments. It gives readers something to latch onto and empathise with. You can give your character exceptional capabilities at something, but it requires balance. She's a damn good pilot with no equal, but can't drive an SRV for peanuts. It can lead to some very interesting moments between characters, be it heartfelt or comedic.


Other Notes:
It should be noted that there can be exceptions to these points. For example, good grammar when a character is speaking is actually rare. Few people in real life actually speak with perfect eloquence after all. Or previously arranged actions during a fight scene, such as someone stumbling back after a punch. What's key to remember is context.

All in all, remember this is purely for fun. We have some seriously talented writers here, and others whose writing history starts and ends at high school. But many are willing to help out in whatever way they can. All it takes is that you ask nicely.

Also keep in mind that many people who RP here, also have logbook stories related to the character, or characters, they portray. If it looks like there's an "in joke" going on that you're unsure of, it's probably in those.

In fact, some users have even gone to the trouble of creating "alts" to RP with. If you read back far enough, it's usually pretty clear who has and hasn't, and which ones are the "alts". It's therefore not unheard of to see the apparent seizing of control of other characters. If you do spot one, point it out in the OOC section. If intervention is needed, it will be sorted quickly and (hopefully) politely.

Most, if not all RP participants here have Logbook stories pertaining to their character(s). These are for the reading pleasure of anyone who wishes to do so. While it can be useful to read them in order to gain a bit of backstory on a character you wish to interact with, it should not be assumed that your character shares that knowledge. Within the E:D Universe, these Logbooks either don't exist, or are private diaries kept by the characters. Either way, without explicit statements to say otherwise from the writer, your interactions should reflect that your character is in the dark about any information you, the writer/reader, have gained from reading the stories.
25 May 2020, 11:18pm
I could really use a shower.

Jason wiped some sweat from his brow as he made his way between docking bays. To try and reinvigorate his desire to be active out in the black and around the Bubble had brought him to Inara, since Citi Gateway was where some interesting things had happened in the past. Flying his grandfather's Cobra had brought back some pleasant memories, and right now, the Strider was the subject of some tweaks to its power plant and thrusters. Jason looked over the schematics, taking a break from being elbow-deep in the maintenance conduits of his ship.

He was carrying his jacket over one shoulder, flipping through his hand terminal in the other, when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye.

Two people by a Diamondback, one hitting the other in the face.

Jason stopped and waited. Then, after a moment, he stepped back and to one side so he was partially concealed by the doorframe. Moments later, the hatch to the ship opened, and the two figures drew guns and headed inside.

Jason frowned. It was something underhanded, to be sure. He pinged station security, gave the docking bay number, and told them there might be pirates hijacking a civilian ship. The security detail said they were en route, and Jason checked his watch. They'd be a few minutes. Would it be enough time?

He paused, wondering how much more he should get involved. Then, shaking his head, he walked into the docking bay.

"I'm either an idiot," he said to himself, "or my death wish is stronger than I thought."

Either way, he made his way over to the Diamondback. He was familiar enough with the ship's design, having flown one himself to explore a couple of INRA crash sites looking for his grandfather, that he knew how to make life interesting inside the cabin. For instance, with the use of a multi-tool in his pocket, he could unscrew the screws holding a small maintenance panel in place over part of the engine cowling. And then, by crossing a few of the wires and introducing an electrical charge with the battery of his watch just so...

Sparks flew. The RCS thrusters sputtered. Inside, an alarm was probably blaring. Jason dropped his coat and his hand terminal. He drew his sidearm, the ballistic revolver his grandfather had used, crouched behind a landing strut out of sight of the hatch, and waited.
26 May 2020, 12:24am
The Fairytale bucked and the joints of the ships’ landing struts strained against the force supplied by the manoeuvring thrusters. Docking bay maglocks were not going to let the Diamondback go anywhere, but dock control didn’t waste any time applying a fine to Nerys’ ship for overriding restrictions and activating drive systems while in dry dock. Celeste impassively informed Nerys she now owed Inara Nexus five hundred credits.

The unexpected chain of events gave Creamy the opportunity he was hoping for. While Celeste was relaying auto-fine information from Citi Gateways’ mainframe, and the attackers were off-balance thanks to the calm doctor and rocking ship, Creamy ignored his pain and lashed out at both men.  He came up on one leg turning as he did so reaching for Harris’ gun arm. As he grabbed the man’s palm, Creamy delivered a swift kick to Yaz’s ribs to let him know just how painful a strike like that felt.

Twisting Harris' wrist, Creamy changed his grip to the bulky energy weapon Harris was holding and turned it trapping the gunman’s’ trigger finger, forcing him to move if he didn’t want it to brake. Creamy turned with him and tucked his shoulder under Harris’ arm. Slamming his hip into his erstwhile attacker’s waist, Creamy used the momentum to throw Harris to the floor.

Yaz had recovered from Creamy’s rib kick and freed his hand from the pocket is was stuck in. Creamy was bent over Harris still keeping the man’s fingers painfully bent back with his own gun. Yaz drew the knuckles back, ready to mash Creamy’s spine when the Imperial's well-polished work boot flew out backward into his sternum knocking the wind out of his lungs and the fight out of Yaz’s body. Creamy didn’t let his preferred kicking foot rest. He cocked it back again and, looking over his shoulder to aim, jammed it into Yaz’s neck just hard enough to pin the man to the wall.

Looking something like an extreme Yoga instructor, Creamy turned his face to Nerys.

“Please run this time. I’ll be close behind you”
29 May 2020, 5:49pm
Nerys tried to breathe. Everything was happening so fast...

Run.
This time.


In a flash, she remembered the other time Creamy had told her to run. She didn't think of herself as a fighter, and knew perfectly well that had been just pure luck.

Run!

One of the intruders was pressed against the wall, the other one on the floor. Creamy was trying to block both of them, but they were still armed, and in a few moments the situation could be reversed.

"I'll run" Nerys said, grabbing the anesthetic spray from the medical table. "But first..."

The medicine had to be applied on the skin, for small surgeries and injections. On its label there were several common warnings, for example "DO NOT USE IN EXCESSIVE QUANTITY" or "AVOID CONTACT WITH EYES".

In other words, it was not designed to be sprayed at full force on the face of a struggling criminal.

"AAAARGGHHH!"

Harris felt his eyes burn like hell and becoming completely useless. He rolled on the floor, howling in pain and scratching his face.

And now... and now... What do I do now?

Nerys freezed, in panic, still holding the spray can like a gun.
29 May 2020, 7:59pm
Women! Creamy thought to himself. They never did as they were told if you asked them reasonably. Creamy wondered if he should try saying the opposite of what he wanted if this was to happen again.
Nerys, why don’t you stay and relax a bit. I say, once you’re done making a cup of tea, you could put yourself in mortal danger if you like. Perhaps that would make her call Creamy something unsavoury for being stupid and she’d march off in a huff.

Whatever Nerys had used had an amazing effect and Creamy wobbled a little having no one to pull against all of a sudden.  The gunman had completely relinquished his grip on his weapon leaving Creamy the proud owner of an energy weapon of some sort. Pistols where not Creamys’ thing. He was good with a Shotgun when it came to clay pigeon shooting, and the academy had seen to it that every student could handle the Imperial Army’s standard-issue assault rifle, but he’d never got comfortable with a sidearm.

While Creamy was distracted by the weapon suddenly in his hand, Yaz swung his fist in an uppercut motion catching Creamy perfectly in the side of the knee. There was a deeply satisfying crunch sound as the dusters made contact with bone and the Imperial Lord let out a short but deep groan of pain. The pressure on Yaz’s neck was gone because Creamy withdrew his leg and dropping the pistol, hugged his knee.

Screwing up his eyes in pain was something Creamy had trained out of himself, but it was really hard not to close his eyes right now. He had reached out and grabbed Nerys to stop himself from falling after his knee was brutalised; now he squinted at Yaz who was drawing a pistol of his own. He had a choice to make. With Nerys still in the room, a stray shot could hit her so getting her out of the attacker’s line of sight was the priority.

Suddenly Creamy became hyper-aware of everything in the tiny room. The dangerous end of Yaz’s gun arching up to point at him took up the majority of his attention but didn’t distract from the sound of Harris shouting into his hands and pushing his fingers into his eyes. The medical smell that suddenly filled the room didn’t mask the gentle aroma of Nerys’ perfume. A look of empty confusion on her pretty face clouded the doctor’s usually intelligent emerald eyes. The warmth of her skin left his palm feeling cold when he slid his hand off her shoulder and around the back of her neck grabbing the collar of her blouse. He felt like he could count every strand of her silky hair that brushed against his knuckles and got caught in his fist.

There was a noise like a tiny ship's power core charging and the end of Yaz’s gun lit up. Creamy half lifted Nerys by the scruff of her blouse out of the doorway. He didn’t have to think about it, he automatically shifted himself between Nerys and the gun as he pushed the doctor ahead of him into the narrow gangway of the ship. An electric charge exploded beside his head on the door frame as he took his second step.

A tinny taste in the air accompanied a white-blue flash that seemed to let time flow at its usual speed again. The pain from his knee made Creamy stumble and he slammed into the opposite wall, but adrenalin was a potent fuel and he bowled on pushing Nerys ahead of him. When he got Nerys to the boarding ramp, he slung her off to one side and lowered her down as gently as his strength would allow. It wasn’t all that gentle.

When the doctor’s feet left the ramp, Creamys’ ribs complained painfully about supporting the small slender woman with one arm. Creamy winced and tried to shift his weight, but his knee buckled under him and he fell just as another electric bolt flashed over his head. Nerys landed and Creamy rolled off the ramp after her calling as he fell.

“SECURITY”


Last edit: 29 May 2020, 10:57pm
31 May 2020, 7:31pm
Nerys stumbled and fell face-down at the base of the DBX access ramp. Her glasses moved unceremoniously down her nose, lens dangling from their arms like tiny mountain climbers about to lose their grip.

Over her head, shoots from an energy gun sizzled against the lower surface of the ship tail.

He is still shooting!

Vaguely she heard Creamy rolling down the ramp. Had he been hurt? She had no way of checking, because other shoots burned the air near her ears.

Damn, Creamy, you told be that your Robigo business was over!

In slow-motion, Nerys crawled towards a landing leg, seeking shelter from the attacker.

And then she realized a thing.

"You’re worth a good stack of credits to someone" the man had said. Looking at her, not at Creamy.

"Ohmygod" Nerys gulped, suddenly much more scared. "Me?"
01 Jun 2020, 8:18pm
Nerys NymeiNerys stumbled and fell face-down at the base of the DBX access ramp. Her glasses moved unceremoniously down her nose, lens dangling from their arms like tiny mountain climbers about to lose their grip.

Over her head, shoots from an energy gun sizzled against the lower surface of the ship tail.

He is still shooting!

Vaguely she heard Creamy rolling down the ramp. Had he been hurt? She had no way of checking, because other shoots burned the air near her ears.

Damn, Creamy, you told be that your Robigo business was over!

In slow-motion, Nerys crawled towards a landing leg, seeking shelter from the attacker.

And then she realized a thing.

"You’re worth a good stack of credits to someone" the man had said. Looking at her, not at Creamy.

"Ohmygod" Nerys gulped, suddenly much more scared. "Me?"



Ao could hear the commotion before he saw it, the unmistakable hiss of energy weapons on bulkheads.
Who in the black would be foolish enough to fire a weapon aboard a station, especially when taking into account the fact station security is more than happy to blast a ship into dust for the sake of loitering.

The fight was in one of the docking bays, on instinct Ao reached for the antique style revolver he normally kept strapped there, a simple 6 shot double action .357, but of course his time at the penal colonies for smuggling had taught him his lesson about breaking the law.

Cursing he ran in the direction of the fighting pushing through the crowd, his blue longcoat billowing behind him.
Pressing his back to the bulkhead Ao peered around the corner, landed, rcs firing was a DBX, an ugly ship in his opinion but a fantastic one none the less;
Two figures tumbled down the access ramp and a shout went out, bounty hunters?

Weapon, weapon, WEAPON! was all that ran through Ao's mind;
Glancing around frantically he saw a length of metal piping, about a meter long.

It's a bit too long but it will do!
Grasping the pipe in his left hand he ran forward, one of the figures, a woman was crawling towards one of the DBX's landing struts to seek cover.

blasts of energy continued to come from the access hatch as Ao pelted across the hangar, his heavy boots clanging on the bare metal.

Upon reaching the woman he hardly dared to break stride to help her to her feet, instead opting to grab the back of her top and unceremoniously drag her behind cover.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" he bellowed...
03 Jun 2020, 2:04am
Chaos. Utter chaos.

Jason hated this sort of thing, but he was in the midst of it now, and there wasn't much for it but to deal with what was in front of him.

He moved around the strut as a newcomer "helped" the woman behind it — Jason wasn't sure how screaming at her was helping — and aimed his sidearm not at the ramp where someone was wounded and calling for security, but at the hatch above it, where assailants were bound to appear any moment.



"Whomever's being rude and ornery in there," Jason said in as calm a voice as he could manage, "had best come out peaceably, or they're liable to end up with a few extra holes in them." He glanced at the man at the bottom of the ramp. Still breathing. Good. He looked back up. "Ballistic weapons don't have stun settings. Think before you do something stupid. Nobody has to die here."
03 Jun 2020, 3:23am
Jason FrimantleChaos. Utter chaos.

Jason hated this sort of thing, but he was in the midst of it now, and there wasn't much for it but to deal with what was in front of him.

He moved around the strut as a newcomer "helped" the woman behind it — Jason wasn't sure how screaming at her was helping — and aimed his sidearm not at the ramp where someone was wounded and calling for security, but at the hatch above it, where assailants were bound to appear any moment.

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"Whomever's being rude and ornery in there," Jason said in as calm a voice as he could manage, "had best come out peaceably, or they're liable to end up with a few extra holes in them." He glanced at the man at the bottom of the ramp. Still breathing. Good. He looked back up. "Ballistic weapons don't have stun settings. Think before you do something stupid. Nobody has to die here."


The woman seemed unharmed, his ears still ringing from the noise Ao was able to pick out another voice, calm and steady.
Was he calling out to them, or to whomever it was aboard the DBX.
Propping the woman against the strut Ao peered around the stut, spying the man with the revolver trained on the access hatch.
Nice piece he though to himself before giving a low soft whistle to get the man's attention.
Ao signalled with his hands that he was going to make a run to grab the man at the base of the ramp and pull him to safety and mouthed;
"Cover me"
03 Jun 2020, 3:59am
Seeing the other man out of the corner of his eye, Jason gave a small nod and took a step back, keeping his revolver trained on the hatch so that Creamy could get assistance in avoiding the possible firefight.
03 Jun 2020, 5:26am
Jason FrimantleSeeing the other man out of the corner of his eye, Jason gave a small nod and took a step back, keeping his revolver trained on the hatch so that Creamy could get assistance in avoiding the possible firefight.

Ao ran forwards keeping low reaching the man at the base of the ramp.
Handling the man with the same level of 'care' as the woman he dragged the man clear of the ramp and back towards the landing strut and the woman before moving over to join the man with the revolver;
"Nice gun, what's your name? And what the hell have I gotten myself into here?"
03 Jun 2020, 10:26am
Percussion?

Something important was pushing its way through the thick fuzz mist of Creamys’ mind, but he was far too comfortable to worry about it for now. The cool metal against his skull was helping to calm the headache that had come out of nowhere. It was really pounding.

Combustion maybe?

The thudding grew louder and Creamy fancied his head was actually bouncing, or it could have been heavy footsteps running by. Creamy couldn’t tell but he was very glad when they stopped. Struggling, Creamy tried to lift his boots off the floor. This damn station always scuffed his footwear, and Creamy was determined to make a good impression on the Doctor and he couldn’t very well do that with scuffed boots.

Repression? No, that wasn’t it.

TsubasaLegend97 "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" he bellowed...


“Idiot. We’re being kidnapped obviously” Creamy replied quietly to the floor.

He just needed a moment to gather himself, and Creamy would deal with it.
Succession! No, no that wasn’t it either.

Jason Frimantle "Whomever's being rude and ornery in there," Jason said in as calm a voice as he could manage, "had best come out peaceably, or they're liable to end up with a few extra holes in them." He glanced at the man at the bottom of the ramp. Still breathing. Good. He looked back up. "Ballistic weapons don't have stun settings. Think before you do something stupid. Nobody has to die here."


Creamy knew that voice. It belonged to the sort of chap Creamys’ Father would probably approve of. That more than likely meant he wasn’t one of Creamys’ friends. Mother and Farther hardly ever had a kind word to say about Creamys’ social circle. Maybe succession was the problem that was trying to bring itself to the surface? He knew he’d be a lot happier if he didn’t have to become Count Goodness the Third of Summerlayton. That amount of respectable responsibility really scared him.

The Russians!
No, that was silly too. Good chaps. Solid families. The Empire would be much weaker without their stalwart blood. Suddenly Creamy was pulled away from the cooling comfort of the meatal he was laying on. Someone had grabbed him by the shirt and yanked him upright. His brad new bespoke silk shirt! Creamy turned on his heel and slapped away the man’s hands in much the same way a five-year-old would.

“Unhand me Padre” said Creamy swaying to his full height on unstable legs while he straightened out his shirt.

Creamy fixed the man with what he imagined was a cool blue icy stare but was in fact a half eyed drunken bravado. Sweat and heat from his head had reactivated the product in Creamys’ well-manicured hair. Unfortunately, the few moments he had spent face down on the deck had let it set again giving Creamy the appearance of a lopsided cockatiel. Blood that was still seeping from the wound on the back of his head had pooled around his cheek finishing the image in a macabre way.

“This suit has been through quite enough without your wrathful hand Farther” said Creamy haughtily.

The Ships airlock closing distracted Creamy for a moment, then he took a second look at the man in front of him. The long blue coat did indeed remind Creamy of the Parish Vicar back home, but perhaps this chap wasn’t a man of the cloth after all. Suddenly, Creamy realised what he had been trying to say to himself all along.

“Concussion!” Exclaimed Creamy proudly raising a triumphant finger in the air “That’s what I’ve got”

Behind the man, Creamy could see Nerys. A big smile of relief made his cheeks bulge as he staggered over to her. Half falling, Creamy rested an arm on the strut above her head and crossed his aching leg over the other in a casual fashion. About four sentences were doing their best to come out of his mouth at once.

“Hello Doctor” said Creamy in his throaty bedroom voice. "I need you…”

That wasn’t it, well, there was more and he was saying it all wrong too.

“.. to take me to bed I mean…” he continued uncertainty.

Wrong again. Well it wasn’t, but he didn’t mean it like that. Important things were happening and Nerys looked scared. Creamy never was the best at focusing, and he was alright with that, but at this moment he was getting angry at himself. Nerys would be alright if she was in her element.

“In hospital. Thay have beds in them and you have to come with me and not be here you see”

Creamy started walking away backward towards a bunch of station security running at the ship. With a hand offered out to Nerys, he spotted Jason. Never one to forget his manners, Creamy gave Jason a shallow, polite bow as the Diamondback's main thrusters started to cycle up.


Last edit: 03 Jun 2020, 10:48am
07 Jun 2020, 9:56pm
Nerys felt an hand grabbing her top and tossing her behind the DBX landing gear.

The security, at last!

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" the man screamed.

"I... Intruders... on my ship..." she started to say, but almost immediately he ran away. She realized that he had no uniform, so probably he was not security... but at least he helped her and...

"Creamy!"

He was walking uncertainly, not quite firm on his feet, and Nerys immediately realized the problem.

Concussion. Maybe head trauma. And he is still near the access ramp. He could be hit!

"Creamy! Come here!"

She hesitated for a split second... then the unmistakable hiss of the main thrusters filled the docking bay.

Are they crazy? The ship is covered by the scaffolding! If they try to take off it will be a disaster!

Nerys threw herself towards Creamy to grab him and pull him to safety.
08 Jun 2020, 10:31am
Another stun-cartridge discharged on the wall behind the Imperials head. Yaz pushed himself off the wall still gulping down deep lung-fulls of air now he didn’t have a boot on his neck and gave chase. The uneven corridor that leads to the boarding ramp didn’t offer any good shots. Yaz watched the pair bump and ricochet their way down the ship as he gave chase, fighting off the shakes while he tried to aim his pistol.

At the receiving bay, Yaz finely had a good shot. He stopped holding onto a cargo rack for support and aimed at the back of Creamys’ head. Just as he pulled the trigger, the imperial fell down the boarding ramp.

“Damn it!” snarled Yaz squeezing off a few more rounds out of anger.

He advanced checking how many stun-cartridges he had left. Just as he was about to step onto the gangway, he saw a man in a blue great-coat running towards the ship holding a long weapon. Yaz ducked back and took cover behind the airlock’s thick walls. He held his weapon in both hands and raised it up. He paused for a moment to calm his nerves.

“Shit shit shit” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Why the hell did I fire into the dry dock?”

Someone outside was shouting, Yaz had to take them all down or run. The good fortune he felt after spotting the pair wanted by an underground mark had quickly turned sower. Just as he was about to come out and make a run for it, he saw another man brake cover from beside the ship with an impressive pistol raised.

Jason Frimantle

"Whomever's being rude and ornery in there," Jason said in as calm a voice as he could manage, "had best come out peaceably, or they're liable to end up with a few extra holes in them." He glanced at the man at the bottom of the ramp. Still breathing. Good. He looked back up. "Ballistic weapons don't have stun settings. Think before you do something stupid. Nobody has to die here."


Yaz quickly ducked back into cover. There was something about the calm confidence in the gunman's’ voice, the steady tone suggested that exchanging fire with him wouldn’t go well for Yaz. The would-be kidnapper froze in place wondering what the hell to do now. He could hear Harris groaning and stumbling around in the small medi-bay. Yaz was transfixed on the airlock waiting for the gunman to come through and shoot. He felt tightness in his shoulders and spine just waiting for a fight.

The imperials voice from outside snapped Yaz back to the moment and he slapped the close button for the bulkhead door. As he ran through the cargo bay he glanced back at the airlock. The light above the bulkhead door told him it was sealed, but not locked. Whatever Harris had done had completely disabled the lock.

“Shhiiit” he moaned as he ran up to the cockpit. Passing the medi-bay, he saw Harris on his feet leaning in the doorway squinting out of watery hot red piss-hole-in-the-snow eyes. Yaz stopped and held Harris’ arms.

“We’re fubar man, I’m going to the cockpit”

Harris had his fill of this. His face and hands were numb, he couldn’t see anything but patches of light and his eyeballs felt like they were made of frozen lemon juice. They stung if he moved them or blinked.

“What the hell you gonna do there man? Let’s just give up we’re gonna be fined and maybe do a month in the tank”

Yaz was gone, Harris could hear his pounding footsteps climbing to the cockpit. By the time Harris had found his way there, Yaz had bypassed the COVAS and dock control lockout. Harris could hear Yaz turning on the ship's systems as if he was getting ready to take off.

“Have you lost your damn mind Yaz? This ship ain’t going anywhere, the mag locks will not release. All you’ll do is cook the thrusts and get us put away for years. Give it up arse hole”

Yaz knew the ship wouldn’t go anywhere, he also knew using the escape pod here would just turn him into a tube of human jam when the pod hit the wall.

“I know that Harris, I’m just gonna roast the arse holes out there while I try to call illegal aid”

Yaz got the Diamondback warmed up with one hand, he sent a message with another.

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Vadon pointed his Asp-X at the next jump point and waited for the ship to cool after scooping fuel when his slate beeped its message tone. He read the message, it was from the fixer that had sent out Vodan’s bounty for Nerys and Creamy. Someone had found them.

“Citi Gateway” he sighed. “It’s always Citi bloody Gateway” Vodan opened coms to the rest of his men.

“Change of plan guy’s, We’re goin to the Gateway”


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08 Jun 2020, 7:28pm
They're spinning up the engines. They mean to cook us if they can't escape. Seven kinds of hell.

Jason ground his teeth. Ducking under the Diamondback, he quickly looked over the various access panels. He had been elbow-deep in various ships for months, including the DBX, and there were places you had to be very careful with when you were doing maintenance.

His thoughts raced. They were going to try to burn everyone outside of the ship. Getting past the station's lockdown protocols would take time and concentration. He had to disrupt that somehow.

You don't fight fire with fire. What do you fight fire with?

The idea clicked. Holstering the revolver, Jason moved under the ship until he was directly beneath the cockpit. Multi-tool in hand, he looked for the panel he needed. Finding it, he quickly undid the screws holding it in place, then did a quick visual search.

Fires on a spacecraft were a serious problem. Small ones you could put out with a hand extinguisher. You could also activate your pressure suit and vent the ship's oxygen. However, if there was a fire one couldn't see, say within or behind an instrumentation panel, there were safeguards in place for that, too.

Finding what he was looking for, Jason reached into the circuits and wires with his multi-tool, made a few quick cuts, and said a prayer. To whom, he wasn't sure.

Then, with another touch of his watch to exposed cables — this time burning his wrist a bit — the fire suppression system in the cockpit suddenly believed that the main control panel, and the control surfaces in the pilot and co-pilot's chairs, were on fire.

In moments, foam would begin to fill the internal spaces of those areas; a stable mass of small, air-filled bubbles with a lower density than oil, gasoline, or water that would well up and gush out of the seams in the panels and metal cowlings, rendering any input from the cockpit useless until the systems could be cleaned out and repaired.

Stepping back towards the cargo hatch, Jason took out his hand terminal and opened a comm channel.

"Amata, it's Jason. Can you check with Station Security and see if they're responding to a kidnapping and terrorist attack?" He gave her the berth number. "There's no sign of them here, and I'm running out of sabotage options to keep the bad guys grounded and impotent."


Last edit: 08 Jun 2020, 8:47pm
08 Jun 2020, 9:05pm
Amata raised an eyebrow as the com unit of the Astarte suddenly came to life and Jason called in. "Sure thing, but how exactly did you manage to turn 'picking up some materials' into 'prevent a kidnapping'?"

She pressed a few buttons on her left-hand control panel and checked the listed security recommendations for the docking area, the berth given by Jason not having recieved any further notice yet. "Well, it seems like Station Security seems to be unaware right now, want me to inform them?"

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