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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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.


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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.

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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.

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.
14 Sep 2020, 5:35pm
Jason followed Amata and Nerys, revolver down and to one side, keeping his body crouched and moving as fast as possible. His eyes moved across the scene back and forth, ready to lay down covering fire as necessary. He saw Amata smoothly open the ramp, and Nerys hesitate at the sight of the carnage around them.

He spun as he reached the bottom of the ramp, crouched, gun up. He glanced over his shoulder at Amata and Nerys. Seeing the doctor on the verge of breaking down, he looked at Amata and moved his eyes to Nerys. His heart went out to Nerys, but the threat to them was immediate, real, and right in front of him.

We need to keep moving. We need to get off of this landing pad. If we stall, we're dead.
14 Sep 2020, 6:35pm
Amata put her arm over Nerys' shoulder while nodding at Jason, signaling him that she noticed, pulling her closer to herself in order to comfort and calm her while hitting the button that would send the lift upwards with her free hand. A few moments later the lift reached the airlock, and the three of them were finally safe behind the Astarte's hull.

"Gerhard, start up the engines and prepare the ship for departure!" she ordered her COVAS before turning towards the woman trembling next to her. "Are you alright, Doctor?"


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14 Sep 2020, 9:28pm
Nerys was overwhelmed, both emotionally and sensorially. Seeing the carnage had been bad enough, but what was worse... was the smell.

Her nose/tongue cybernetic implant was filling her brain with names and formulas of chemical compounds, all of them apparently meaningless and harmless: hemoglobin, phosphatidylcholine, serum albumin, Alpha 1 antitrypsin... but all of them together, in those precise proportions, could mean only one thing.

Analysis completed: human blood the microcomputer flashed in her eyes, cruelly, as if Nerys hadn't already realized. I've walked through them she thought, her stomach twisting from nausea. I have literally breathed them!

Then another row appeared in her field of vision.

New substance detected:
(8R,9S,13S,14S,16R,17R)-13-methyl-6,7,8,9,11,12,14,15,16,17-decahydrocyclopenta[a]phenanthrene-3,16,17-triol.


Even a hopeless bookwork like Nerys was forced to stop a couple of seconds, with blank unfocused eyes, while her school memories processed the formula. But when finally she remembered the common name of the substance, the meaning hit her like a ton of bricks.

Estriol.

"Ohmygod" she whispered, swallowing hard and grabbing the first thing she found... specifically, Amata's arm. "There was at least one pregnant woman among the dead" she said, not realizing that Amata and the others knew nothing about her implant. For a second, she felt her knees fainting, and she grabbed Amata even harder.

Are you alright, Doctor?

Are you alright, Doctor?

Are you alright, Doctor?


Amata's voice echoed in her mind for... a couple of centuries, even if actually it was only a blink of an eye.

"I..." she said, taking a deep breath, like searching for yet another emergency battery inside her mind. "I... am..."

She fought the panic. Not now. Not now. Focus, girl! Focus!

Nerys locked her eyes inside those of Amata, and the battery in her spirit suddenly clicked in place. "I am okay" she said, in a voice that wasn't hers.
14 Sep 2020, 9:49pm
Amata noticed both the change in Nerys' voice and her behavior, giving Jason a short glance to see if he noticed as well. Then she looked back at the woman next to her, deciding that getting of the station first was a more important priority then trying to figure out what just happened.

She nodded at the redheaded woman assuringly. "OK, then we should get off this damned station now. Jason, bring our good doctor to my quarters, then join me in the cockpit. If what I have in mind to get us off this station doesn't work I will need your help." She then smiled at Nerys. "I would bring you along, but a Python has only two seats in its cockpit, so it wouldn't be safe for a third person in there while in flight. So there's only a rather hard chair in the galley or a comfy sofa in my quarters left for you." She winks, then stands up. "Oh, and if you feel like you want to change clothes feel free to pick something from my wardrobe."
14 Sep 2020, 10:07pm
Jason nodded, a lot of tension sliding out of his shoulders. He holstered his pistol and showed Nerys to the small quarters within the Astarte. He then ducked around the corner into the tiny galley for a few bulbs of water and a packet of rations.

"Here," he told her. "Just sit and have a moment to rest."

He picked up his grandfather's flight jacket from where he'd left it near the bed, slipping it on as he headed up to the Python's cockpit. He headed for the co-pilot's seat, running a hand through his hair.

"Doc's secure. What've you got in mind?"
14 Sep 2020, 10:32pm
Amata smirked. "Well, as I'm from a family of clients my father was able to provide me with a special transponder-code that I may use in case I might need to avoid trouble with a station's autorities. I needed to promise him though that I only use it in an emergency. I think getting shot at will certainly qualify as one." She pulls a data disk from a small compartment to her left and shows it to Jason, printed on its casing is the sigil of the Imperial Diplomatic Service. "So, you think they will deny a ship sending a diplomatic code and is therefor enjoying diplomatic immunity a take-off clearance?"

Without waiting for a response she slides the disk into her ship's transponder unit, then waits for the indicator on it to show that the signal's getting transmitted. "Flight Control, this is Delacy Alpha-Lima-Zero-Zero-Three, requesting permission to take-off."
15 Sep 2020, 1:12am
Jason shrugs. "Doubtful. If that transponder code isn't linked with any of our identities, it should be clear sailing, at least to the other side of the mailslot."
15 Sep 2020, 2:32pm
Ao watched as Nerys, Jason and Amata boarded the Astarte, eventually spotting the blue of Amata's hair in the cockpit.
He gave a clear thumbs up, said something to August, and the two began to back away from the battle, guns blazing as they came.

Ao and August retreated through the doors to the hangar as they began to hiss closed keeping the ship to their backs.
Bullets and blasts of energy cracked and sparked off the edge of the closing blast door that boomed closed...
The pair slumped down to floor, exhausted and in pain, Ao painfully aware now that the gel layer inside his grieves, chestplate and gauntlets, had been heated to an extreme by the suit's thrusters it had melted and begun to boil, rupturing the inner lining and pouring out from the armour in a cyan liquid with the consistency of treacle that gave off a foul smell of cooking flesh and clouds of steam.
Even the clasps holding the armour in place under his jacket had fused shut, and would need to be cut open...

He fell backwards from his kneeling position and stared up at the ceiling, to tired to move
15 Sep 2020, 10:35pm
Nerys entered Amata's quarters. Compared to her bed in the Sidewinder or to her small cabin in the DBX, they seemed huge. And there was really a comfy sofa.

She closed her eyes, trying to regain a bit of self-control. You have been really a disaster, girl. No surprise that Amata didn't want you around in the cockpit.

Under her feet, the floor started to vibrate slightly. The Astarte was starting its engines.

The station is still in lockdown, will we be able to take off?

Like most ships, the Astarte had a big screen and a set of secondary flight controls near the Commander's bed, because when flying solo it was crucial to be able to issue commands quickly. Nerys moved near the screen.

"Celeste, could you please... No, silly me. COVAS, what is your name?"

"I am called Gerhard, Ma'am".

"Oh, yes, now I remember, Amata called you when we were boarding the ship. Gerhard, could you please put the main external view on this display?"

"Yes, Ma'am".

The screen came to life, showing the interior of Citi Gateway and the ship waiting to release its magnetic clamps. Red patches were still visible on the dock, but now the smell was gone. Amata's cabin had a subtle, pleasant scent. Nerys' nose was able to list every single aromatic molecule in it, but not to identify it: maybe a flower from a planet so far from Earth that it didn't even appear in the implant database.

She saw the wardrobe doors. Nerys was still wearing the shirt and the short borrowed in the motel, all dirty from the cart trip, so Amata's offer was tempting... but first she wanted to watch the take off. She sat down on the couch, eyes glued to the screen.
15 Sep 2020, 10:56pm
"Delacy Alpha-Lima-zero-zero-three, negative, your dock is under lockdown due to a reported security breach. Power down your engines and prepare for an inspection by station security." Amata rolled her eyes, then switched to her 'snobbish Imperial'-voice, trying to sound as annoyed as possible... which, due to the current circumstances, didn't take much pretending. "Flight Control, you might want to check those monitors in front of you a bit more closely, especially those regarding my ship's transponder code, and then try that again."

She looked at Jason. "In case they don't want to reconsider we might need an alternate plan. Any ideas?" Just as she finished the man on the other end of the line spoke up again, clearly sounding frustrated that he could not wield that little bit of power his position offered him. "Delacy Alpha-Lima-zero-zero-three, your code checks out, clearance granted."

Amata smiled as finally something went according to plan. "Roger, Flight Control, cleared for take-off, Alpha-Lima-zero-zero-three." She pressed a few buttons, and a few moments later the Astarte was spaceborn and headed towards the next jumppoint on its way to Burojinura.
17 Sep 2020, 9:49pm
Jason leaned back in the co-pilot's seat. He fought back a smile as Amata put on her prim, prissy affect. He had a couple of ideas — none of them real winners — so the response of the put-upon FTC was a welcome one.

The options were opening up. Jason pulled up the galaxy map as Amata laid out their jump route. It wasn't certain how many people were involved with whatever had prompted the sequence of events that had driven them off of Citi Gateway, so measuring an adequate response was a difficult calculation. Jason didn't think he needed to call in the cavalry — yet — and set about putting together a to-do list.

"I think it's time to get in touch with a friend of mine in IIS," he said to Amata. "Possibly one or two other less savory individuals. I bet both you and Nerys are as curious as I am as to who put all of these shenanigans into motion, and why."
22 Sep 2020, 3:14am
The bright green Krait MK2 aburptly lands on pad 07, two figures emerge from the boarding ramp.  One is stumbling with every step, Mason Reeves who is the owner of the Krait clearly perturbed at his counterpart.

"Nobody asked you to test the Onionhead for quality."  Mason scolded his counterpart.

"Sorry boss we had more then what the client was asking for, I just wanted to make s s suurreee we were br brr bringing a g g gooood shipment."

"You're still lit up?  Really? Go back inside, make some damn coffee, and go crash on your bunk, the client will be here soon, I don't need you screwing up this delivery."  Mason had lost all patience with this deadweight.

"O O Okaayy."  The man stumbles back up the loading ramp and crawled the rest of the way as he vanished into the Krait Known as the "Wolf Hound".

"Worthless..."  Mason sighed to himself, then imminently pulled out his personal data pad and posted a job offer for an immediate opening for a Taipan operator at 15% profit share.

Mason wondered to himself:
How did it come to this?  I'm now being used as bait by the Feds to catch a desperate and violent organization on it's last breath, the very same one that had so much control over my first family, and caused so much suffering and death to those who l loved when I was back on the streets of Mars in SOl, before I joined the Federal Marine Corps.  

So many years in the Marines, and so many battles. I had lived two lives, I wanted so badly to close all lose ends on my first where I had been used along with my broher and father, I was rescued by the Marines in my second life.

Now I'm a private contractor in this third and new chapter in my life. It was time to close all loose ends and help my second family while ending the source of pain for my first family.

After weeks of running cargo for these scumbags for "old times sake", I remember my brother and how they used him and left him to die.

You see, this is more then just "business", It's personal.  

My old family was taken by these bastards, but my new family was lying in wait to come to my aid at a moments notice.  This is it, the flashpoint.  
I reach under my Jacket, my personal  sidearm, other equipment, and three grenades are ready to go.  

That worthless piece of meat who stumbled back into my ship you wonder; well he'll soon breathe his last miserable breath. I left a slow acting poison in the shipment, since the orders were bring them all in "Dead or Alive".
Like I said, this is personal.  

Right on time the "Dock workers" are here with the Loaders to take the shipment.  Hmm, more then usual for a ship of this size.  This will definetly get ugly.

What happens next?  I think I already know, there's more of them then expected, and no less then 15 seconds form contact, and whre is my back-up?  I know they are here but I don't see them, this is it.  I take control of my breathing, look for places I can take cover and return fire from.
Okay relax and remember your training, you've done this plenty of times before, I tell myself.  
Okay, here we go, I put on my business smile and get ready to greet my "Customers".

Does Mason Live or Die?
Should this story continue?


Last edit: 22 Sep 2020, 4:43am

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