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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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.
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6. Perfect characters are boring.
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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.

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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.
23 Aug 2020, 8:56pm
A Knight of Goodness dropped a little when Creamy knocked the hinge pin out. He caught it before it hit the deck, but the ship groaned as it settled. There were still a few guards in the hanger, so Creamy froze on the spot waiting for a distant voice saying something like, let's check it out or that him, open fire.

When Ninette chimed to indicate another message, Creamy almost dropped the heavy grease-covered pice of landing gear.

"Good heavens Ninette! Please read it with the same settings as last time"

You forgot to mention that you did see more security officers than usual. Would've been helpful earlier. Nothin to do with you of course. Or me

Creamy felt a bit bad. He'd not had much experience with loading cargo. He was under the impression people bought it on a computer somewhere and the dock hands knew how to get it on your ship. He wanted to offer some help if the man needed it, but he had a feeling that would be one risk too many. Instead, he sent a reply.

Sorry about that. I didn't know you'd be personally seeing to the cargo. I'm confident Security is not interested in pilots doing what pilots do.  
25 Aug 2020, 3:22pm
Amata Lirein"We need to know what's going on out there." Amata ponders for a few seconds, then grabs Nerys' tablet and enters something before handing it back. "Here, try this code. It should give you access to the Astarte's camera drones. Whoever is out there is most likely too distracted to notice them getting deployed, and even if they do we might get enough footage to determine what's going on before they get shot down. Either way, it should make planning our next step easier."


"Drones... yes... here."

Nerys was literally sweating. Usually, she used the tablet only for communications and for Candy Crush Galaxy Edition, not for pretending to be an hacker. But finally she found the drone remote control application and activated the Astarte little flying things.

The first image that appeared on the screen was a man without head, dropping to the floor. Then sprays of blood everywhere.

"Ohmygod" Nerys whispered in shock, her hands trembling. Armoured figures were fighting just behind this door. "It's a massacre... but who is fighting who? They all wear armors and helmets! Look at those two! They have.... blades?"
25 Aug 2020, 3:59pm
Amata looks over Nerys' shoulder, trying to get a good view herself. She then points at one of the blade-swinging men. "Wait a second... that guy looks familiar. Isn't that...?"
25 Aug 2020, 6:26pm
Ao darted back behind the support column the avoid the next barrage of incoming fire, bullets sparked off the floor plates where he had been stood and ricocheted off in random directions.
There was a brief pause in the gunfire, Ao leaned out from the safety of the column and fired off five shots from the rifle he had scavenged from one of the array of bodies in quick succession.
He had been aiming for the nearest attacker's neck, the A.G.B suits weakest point, the literal chink in the armour.
All five shots however went either too high or too low, and pinged harmlessly off the thick armour.
As quickly as he and fired Ao had to duck back into cover, narrowly avoiding more incoming fire.
Ao glanced over to the far side of the, for lack of a better word, street, where August was dug in behind another support column, he had just dropped his expended magazine to the floor and was in the process of slamming home the only spare the pair had.
He pulled the charge handle and chambered the next round, and taking advantage of the distraction Ao had provided, leaned out and fired two shots, both finding their target, the armoured figure dropping to the floor.
Ao extracted the magazine from his own weapon, checked how much ammo he had left, a meagre, six rounds, plus the one already chambered.

Ao slapped the magazine back into the rifle and went to lean out and fire again, but he couldn't...
But something stopped him...a numbness, somehow pleasant had filled his body, it was familiar...like a comfortable pair of old boots that you hadn't worn in a long time...the fatigue from the last few hours, the pain from his burned and blistered skin, even the pain from the bullet wound in his side just....faded.

More gunfire!
Ao couldn't snap out of it! He couldn't even move his limbs!
That's when the burning began, like an inferno inside his mind, he tried to cry out in agony, to beg for help, to claw at his left eye where the pain was greatest, as suddenly as the pain had started, it was gone.

Ao's sences returned to him, but the pain, fatigue and weight of his weapons and armour, did not...in fact he felt invigorated, like something had given his system a double dose of adrenaline mixed with military grade fuel and an FSD injection all rolled into one!
There was something else...a voice...distant and distorted at first, but it became louder and clearer with each attempt, until a sentence formed.

*Master Arquette, Apologies for the rough connection, your neural net has not been subjected to my presence for six years, nine months and twelve days, I had intended on the connection having less of a shock to your system...but time was not on our side*

The voice was not audible, but in Ao's head, Leo, through Ao's cybernetic eye and jack, was able to send and recieve signals directly to and from Ao's brain via his optical nerve and spinal column.
Leo could use these same signals to alter Ao's perceptions, such as pain, fatigue, muscle strain.
The benefits however, were far overshadowed by the risks, one bugged line of code, a hack of Leo's programming, and Ao could become a vegetable, or trapped as a passenger within his own body, the program, running the show.

*Leo?! I told you never to call me by that name! What are you even doing here?!*

*Apologies, sir, the Padora's Box Protocol has been activated, the Yamato-II's first officer and his 'huntsmen' have mutinied and attempted to seize the ship, most of the command crew are dead, the server room was about to be breached, under the Padora's Box Protocol my capture was un-acceptable, and an emergency transfer was my only remaining option after using the time required for self deletion assisting Lieutenant Commander Yamamoto's resistance against the mutineers, she is currently the ranking officer aboard, and thus acting captain in your stead, sir, be warned, he intends on sending a kill team your way*

"Shit!" cursed Ao, aloud this time, drawing August's attention.
"You hit?!"

Ao shook his head before leaning out of cover, firing once, hitting his target and moving back into cover.
"Problem! Trojan is on the move, he's taken the Yamato, he knows and is sending a kill team!"

"How in the verse do you figure that?!"

Ao tapped his temple with his free hand;
"An old friend dropped in to say hello and give us the heads up"

August's face became a mask of horror and rage;
"LEO?! YOU STILL HAVE THAT...THAT...THAT THING?! AND YOU LET IT BACK INSIDE YOUR HEAD?! I THOUGH AUNT KATHRINE HAD IT DELETED YEARS AGO?! AO THAT THING IS DANGEROUS! IT'S ONE BAD LINE OF CODE, OR SHORT CIRCUIT FROM SENTIENCE AND GALACTIC MASS MURDER! AND YOU'VE GIVEN IT A FUCKING BODY?! DON'T YOU REMEMBER WHAT IT TURNED YOU INTO?!"

Ao smiled brightly;
"August, Leo has saved the lives of myself and my crew time and time again!"
"Leo is already changing you Ao! He's only been in your head a few moments! YOU'RE SMILING FOR FUCKS SAKE!"

Ao paused...Why was he smiling? he should be beside himself with worry for his Rose and his crew? and his aim, it was like he wasn't even trying...in fact, he wasn't even thinking about it...his body was just...fighting...

*Leo! Are you altering my emotional responses?!*
*Yes sir, having your negative emotions limited at this time significantly increases our chances of survival*
*STOP! DO NOT EVER ALTER MY MENTAL STATE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!*
*But...*
*THAT IS AN ORDER LEO!*
*Yes...sir...*
Ao felt the full spectrum of his emotions come flooding back, panic and worry hitting him like a barrage of packhounds.
The choice he was now facing tore him in two...
Abandon the young doctor, Jason, Amata and August, in the hope he might be able to help his crew, and Rose, or stay, do what the black wolves were formed to do! help people who needed them.

Ao looked past the array of assailants to the pad beyond, the Yamato-II's bow standing proud on its raised pad high above...Ao would never find out what he would have chosen...the choice was made for him.
The doors below the Yamato's pad hissed open, and churned out the black clad, purple visor'd huntsmen, who after a brief exchange with the rear ranks of August's former crew, bolstered their already ample forces.
Trying to get through would be suicide, and dead Ao would be no good to anyone.
At least here, standing between the doctor's would be captors and the entrance to pad 25, he could do something.
26 Aug 2020, 3:05pm
Jason leaned over to look at the sight being conveyed through Nerys's tablet. His throat tightened a little bit at the gore involved in the scene, but he pushed down his emotional reaction. He could deal with the carnage later. There were more important things at hand.

"That's a distraction," he said, "specifically, one that's moving folk away from the Astarte. If we're going to go, we're going to go now." He looked at them both, moving his hand to hover over the door control.

"Ready?"
26 Aug 2020, 3:21pm
Amata tilts her head. "Not sure if it would be a good idea to just run out into the open like that, Wouldn't want to run into a stray bullet of whatever caliber those guns have. But it should be safe to open the door and get an even better look at where everyone is standing, giving us a chance to see if there are any potential covers we might be able to utilize on the way to the ship. Whoever is after us is propably too occupied evading those guns then keeping an eye on this door."
27 Aug 2020, 7:40am
The last hinge-pin fell onto Creamys’ lap, its satisfying weight even in low gravity causing him to quickly scramble to stop it dropping on the floor with a guard attracking clang.

Now the only thing stopping A knight of Goodness floating off was the small wedges Creamy had rammed into the now loose connections. Once the pad locked into place at the surface, the momentum should carry the ship away. All he had to do now was wiate for the pads to be shuffled. Providing the owner of the Red Lotus did as he said he would, his pad should be moving very soon.
27 Aug 2020, 12:23pm
Descartes watched the bar door from the shadows. Two minutes, no-one followed.

That should be long enough. The comms filter flashed 'blue for banking'- no need to read it. The fish money had arrived. The clock was ticking:

The request had been simple, if a little unusual:

'accept enough bank credit to buy fresh fish and fill the hold to capacity. . . three million if the task is completed within thirty minutes, one million within sixty minutes. Seymour Cle'varge'

Ridiculously fake name, but what could go wrong? The fish would be thoroughly scanned for hidden extras before accepting the load, and exaggeratedly high rewards were commonplace to oil the wheels of trade. Descartes accepted and placed the order, planning to dump the fish in the nearest asteroid belt as soon as possible.

Stepping into the light, immediately and deliberately conspicuous and easily recognisable in white, Descartes heads towards the docks, subconsciously compensating for the ever diminishing pull of gravity.


Last edit: 27 Aug 2020, 6:04pm
29 Aug 2020, 5:10pm
Security was more noticeable than usual, something to do with the sounds of gunfire.  Nothing to see so far.

Descartes had been a regular visitor to the shipyard for a week, checking on repairs and upgrades to the 'Red Lotus'. Recognized by security at the gates and waved through without delay, making sure not to do anything unusual - nothing to hide here.  Things took a little longer at the secure loading area, checking ID and permits.  Inside, signatures were required - in triplicate - to accept the cargo, and authorise ship movement, (everything had to be in the right place at the right time, like shuffling cards but bigger). Loading began. Descartes looked around to see if Seymour would make himself known, having no idea what he looked like.  Maybe he was watching from somewhere.  

That was it, with time to spare. Three million. Thankyou very much.


Last edit: 29 Aug 2020, 6:18pm
29 Aug 2020, 8:10pm
The flight suit was a mess now. Creamy didn’t often get involved with mechanics, after all, there are people for that sort of thing and that’s what money is for. The blue and white suit wouldn’t take long to clean in its auto repair cabinet. While the suit was being scrubbed, Creamy decided a shower with his soaps, creams and shampoos would help him stay awake. Now he was just waiting for the pad to move, the tiredness was doing a good job of making his eyes heavy.

Creamy thought about what had happened while he showered. Running away from angry men was not unusual for him. Sometimes they were armed, but usually they hadn’t been paid to capture or kill him. Creamy would normally head for the local authorities to seek shelter under their protective wing when he was being hunted, but this time he couldn’t. This time he just had to keep running or he would be .. well, he didn’t know but it wouldn’t be good. All he knew right now was his bed looked most inviting.

The ship rocked just as Creamy was getting his undies on and naturally, he fell. That was the sort of day he was having. He picked himself up, grabbed one of his backup flight suits from the storage unit and a little tube of talc then headed for the belly of the ship. He wanted to be on hand if any of the wedges didn’t pop out once the pad hit the surface.

“Ninette, send a message to our mystery fishmonger and send him the full pay, late or not”
Creamy dictated his message.

Top draw. I mean Capital. Very very jolly hockey sticks indeed.
Thank you so very much that man. You are definitely invited to my next party should I live long enough to throw one. Guest of honour. Ow my fu, my bloody toes. Um hero of the moment with knobs on.

Warmest regards, your new friend
Noonya Bizness

Oh, that's really throbbing now.


He was feeling a little dizzy and soon forgot about kicking the step before the door with his naked foot. Creamy put it down to the pain killers thankfully still hard at work. A little buzz coupled with his sleepy mind made this feel like a dream. Creamy started singing a happy little song to himself as he waited for the pad to push A Knight of Goodness to freedom.


Last edit: 29 Aug 2020, 8:24pm
30 Aug 2020, 1:30pm
Descartes read the message from 'Noonya Bizness' and couldn't help smiling. Seymour must have someone inside the secure area to tell him the fish was loaded - yet was still under the impression that 'Lester C' was a man. No need to disabuse him. Might turn out to be useful at some point in the future. Descartes had made the same assumption. They had never met. Seymour might not be a man either! A blinking blue message again: Three million in the bank.

Now, take the Red Lotus for a test flight, dump the fish, and maybe keep going. Or do a quick turn around and return to the bar, wondering if JB was still there.


Last edit: 01 Sep 2020, 2:01pm
01 Sep 2020, 1:52pm
The decision was taken out of Descartes hands. All cargo movement was suddenly halted: Surely connected with 'Seymour' - 'Noonya', or whatever their name was, and the earlier gunfire. It would take some bonus money to oil the wheels back in the other direction and get the fish out of Red Lotus' cargo hold before the smell became permanently ingrained in the newly refurbished ship.

Descartes was ordered not to leave the station. She headed back to the bar.
03 Sep 2020, 11:27am
03 Sep 2020, 12:56pm
Amata LireinAmata tilts her head. "Not sure if it would be a good idea to just run out into the open like that, Wouldn't want to run into a stray bullet of whatever caliber those guns have. But it should be safe to open the door and get an even better look at where everyone is standing, giving us a chance to see if there are any potential covers we might be able to utilize on the way to the ship. Whoever is after us is propably too occupied evading those guns then keeping an eye on this door."


Nerys opened the door just a bit, enough to have a look outside. The roar of the battle and the gunshots were deafening.

And that sword...

In her mind, the movements of the sword in battle overlapped with those in the corridor.

"He is Ao!" she said, instinctively. Rationally she had no means to be sure, but... And whoever he was, he and the other armored figure were really opening a path towards the Astarte. "There could be our only possibility!"
03 Sep 2020, 1:10pm
Amata risked taking a peek through the door herself to assess the situation outside. "You're right, that's Ao. Didn't expect to see him this soon again after getting sho..."

She then saw the man he was fighting alongside with. "Wait a second... Isn't that the guy that assaulted us in that hotel?" She moved to the side so Jason could take a look as well. "Why the hell is he suddenly working together with the man who just a few moments ago shot him in the leg? Has he been working for him all along, leading them right to us?"


Last edit: 05 Sep 2020, 10:14pm

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