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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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.

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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.

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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 Dec 2020, 1:11am
Rick had just finished cleaning when out of nowhere he heard an alarm sound. As Rick looks outside he sees the alarm to be the fire alarm. He says, “What in gods name is going on?”.

He puts on his emergency rebreather and lowers the ramp. Rick starts to make his way outside and starts to look for the source of this supposed fire.
29 Dec 2020, 12:45pm
“K D G Six-Nine handshake confirmed, we have you in our care. Sit back and enjoy the ride commander. Citi Gateway control out”

Creamy pressed the buckle release and gently pushed himself out of the seat. His fingertips found the canopy of the Dolphin and he gently flicked himself into a spin end over end in an effort to get some blood into his legs. He’d been flying all over the galaxy auditioning acts for the show and it was abundantly clear that his new ship's seat was not up to standard. He’d have to get something crafted to his contours soon.

He missed the seat in A Knight of Goodness, but he’d given that ship to a nice young pilot that had endlessly espoused its virtues as war capable fighter if she could remove and replace the non-combat modules Creamy had installed. It was a shame, they were Creamy’s favourite parts of that ship and he didn’t want to let it go.

A Knight had been built so the Doctor had something to match the skill with the stick she had displayed on the way to Robigo if she needed it. He hadn’t had a messages from Doctor Nymei or any of the others for well over a month so there was no point keeping a combat ship anyway. It was clear to Creamy that Jazlene, or Jazz as he called her was going to be joining the fight no matter what she was flying.

Creamy didn’t want to see a pretty young woman risk her life in a pointless conflict, but if it was going to happen the least he could do was give her a ship that could take a beating so A Knight had joined a war Creamy didn’t understand.

The oddly satisfying pain of pins and needles as blood flowed into his legs brought Creamy back to the moment.

“Ninette, stick Magno-grip on would you darling? I need to limber up a bit before I set foot back on this station what?”


“Oui monsieur. S'engager dans trois deux un. Engagé” answered the COVAS.

After stretching out and a few rounds with the unarmed combat android, Creamy put some very smart clothes over his lightweight pressure suit but dug his work boots out. A pair of well-polished shoes didn’t do well in the Pilots Market.

Last time Creamy was here he was a wanted man, but the crimes he was accused of had a monetary value and that was paid although he was not guilty… .. of most of them. He was surprised that assaulting multiple officers, murdering two men in custody, and leaving the station without clearance had such a low price tag. There were a few other minor crimes Creamy was guilty of that he committed during his escape, but funnily enough, he hadn’t been charged for them.

Station security didn't worry him at all, it was the self-appointed bringers of justice that had cropped up since the Marlinist’s had bombed Imperial stations. The galaxy had loudly and unanimously declared the Empire evil on the strength of ignorance and the agenda of terrorists. Now just being an Imperial outside of Imperial space was an excuse for violent bigots to punish the innocent.

Creamy used to believe humanity had grown beyond petty prejudice based on where a person was born centuries ago, but it was clear he was wrong. He simply couldn’t understand why, now humanity had touched the furthest reaches of the galaxy living in hundreds of systems and thousands of planets station and settlement, they still found reasons to fight. If the entire galaxy wasn’t enough space for the human race to mature, it never would.

Creamy didn’t like to think about the conflict. All his friends from the academy would have enlisted spurred on by patriotic pride. His own father was a very big cog in the Imperial war machine and wouldn’t be happy anywhere but the front line. Leaving his Dolphin Creamy put the thoughts of impending loss aside. The reason Creamy was here was Mrs Fillworths’, the best tea and cake this side of Imperial space.

The vibrant bustle of the Pilots Market soon pushed Creamys’ morbid worries aside. Creamy heaved the large two-gallon jug of honey onto Mrs Filworths counter.

“There you go Mrs Fillworth” Yelled Creamy so the deaf old lady could hear him “A nice big jug of all-natural honey as promised”

Creamy waited while the old biddy squinted at the big jug on the counter and then at Creamy, leaning in until she was almost nose to nose with him.  

“Is that you Charles?”

“It’s Creamy madam”

“Is that my honey? Oh you’re such a good boy Charles. Go sit down, I’ll bring you a cupper and slice of cake”

Before Creamy could offer to help, Mrs Filworth slid the jug off the counter with the weird strength of elderly ladies and shuffled off behind a curtain.

With his ear studs on, Creamy focused on his slate and reviewed the acts he had booked, then started working on a billing order for the main show. With the noise of the market masked and a job to do, Creamy did something he rarely managed to achieve. He concentrated. Rollie, the fat old Black Labrador that wandered around the Pilots Market waddled over to Creamy and plonked its self down next to him leaning its great weight against Creamys’ chair. Without taking his mind off planning the show, Creamy absentmindedly scrunched up the dogs’ ears the way it liked and dropped an extra jammie lump of cake into Rollies’ mouth.

As host, Creamy was going to be on between each act and he had to write a “bit” to do between introductions. What the host really needed was a partner. Creamy had someone in mind, a man that was in every way Creamys’ equal and a performer that would complement Creamys’ energetic upbeat style. Unfortunately, he was engaged as host at Creamys’ favorite station, Irrational Exuberance in the Forculus system. A place where “Express Your Self” was a law held up by the pseudo-religious government.

If an overweight masculine dock engineer wanted to dress as a unicorn and dance the evening away without fear of ridicule, Irrational Exuberance was one of the few places in the galaxy where that could happen. If Creamy was going to tempt Benny Cosmo away from a place like that to work with him on a Passenger Carrier flying between the bubble and Colonia, he was going to have to create one hell of a show.  

A cred-stick clattered onto Creamys’ table dropped by a man leaving Mrs Filworths’ tea stall. Deactivating his ear studs, Creamy looked up and caught the mans’ attention.

“Sir, you dropped this” said Creamy waving the stick at the man in question.

“Yeah, it was for the song. Haven’t enjoyed ever enjoyed listening to a dude sing, but your good”

Looking around, Creamy saw he had the attention of a few of the tea stalls patrons. That was the problem for Creamy when he concentrated, it meant he slacked in other areas like not signing out loud while thinking about a song.


Last edit: 29 Dec 2020, 1:03pm
29 Dec 2020, 12:46pm
Effie sat with Kate at the table in the MKIV. The two girls were trying to figure out how to cheer themselves up. Effie had been in a bit of a slump since JB had left for his latest adventure.

“I know!” Said Kate, “Let’s buy a new ship, the Cygnus is fun, but it’s feeling a little cramped lately!” She winked at her friend approvingly.

“Well, if we’re going to splash the cash, I want something that can carry a whole lot of guns and a fighter!”

“Cool, guns.I like guns” laughed Kate.

“OK, then” confirmed Effie, “ let’s pull up the virtual showroom and see what’s in stock, then we can look for some smash and grab work!” She grinned.


Last edit: 29 Dec 2020, 12:56pm
03 Jan 2021, 12:07am
Returning from their latest shopping spree, all decked out in shiny yellow boots and black leather flight suits, the two women entered the Hanger and paused..

The Rocinante sat there looking like a big fat yellow Taxi.

"Have I made a mistake?" asked Effie

"Well the large sized Multi-cannon makes up for some of it, Eff" replied Kate. "That thing is HUGE,"

"Do you fancy hitting the Bar and seeing if we can tempt some poor soul to join the ship and pilot the cute little fighter for us?" said Effie

"Sure" said Kate, "but is the Bar really the best place to look?"

"Well, do you think anyone sober will be daft enough to put up with us?" Effie giggled

"Can we at least try not to saddle ourselves with a bloke? No way a guy would last a week with us and they tend not to wash very often!" Said Kate, screwing her face slightly.

"Ew! I hadn't considered that!" Replied Effie. "Good point!"
04 Jan 2021, 12:07am
VizzzzRick had just finished cleaning when out of nowhere he heard an alarm sound. As Rick looks outside he sees the alarm to be the fire alarm. He says, “What in gods name is going on?”.

He puts on his emergency rebreather and lowers the ramp. Rick starts to make his way outside and starts to look for the source of this supposed fire.


As Effie approached the Bay where the Roscinante was birthed, she noticed a Commander looking somewhat frustrated and wearing a rebreather draped around his neck and surrounded by garbage bags, beneath the entrance of his ship.

She waved and called out to him, “Sorry about the commotion earlier, Commander, no need to worry, it was a false alarm”

She walked up to her new baby and walked straight up the entry steps and into her cabin. After a quick freshen up, she pressed the intercom and called through to the First Class cabin where her incognito passenger had been secured by his agents earlier. “All OK in there Sir?” She asked, being careful not use his real name.

“Yes Sir, that’s correct” she replied a moment later, “my crew will be aboard shortly and we are logged to push back at 6am. Please let me know if you require anything in the meantime”

“That’s quite alright” she said, “All part of the service, sleep well”

Effie sat at the end of her bed and unzipped her boots, then removed her flight suit and walked into her en-suite. Standing under the steaming water shower, her thoughts wandered back to JB. “I wonder what he’s been up to, I know his mission was on the dodgy side of shadowy” she thought, “but it’s odd that he hasn’t pinged me any kind of message to confirm he’s OK”

As she stepped out of the shower, she looked at her self in the mirror. “He’s probably been splattered half way across the Galaxy!” She thought to herself.

Walking to her bed she said out loud, “that would be a shame!” A moment later, wrapped in cool silk, see was fast asleep.


Last edit: 05 Jan 2021, 10:28am
04 Jan 2021, 10:31am
It was just after Midnight. Kate placed her palm against the Rocinante’s entry pad and looked into the retinal scanner. As the boarding steps descended she turned to Jim, “We need to be super quiet, Jim, there’s our passenger in First and Effie will be fast asleep by now. We had better not wake either and we should have left the Bar hours ago!”

“Copy that” he replied. “So, where am I sleeping? He winked at her suggestively.

“Don’t even think about it mate! You’re in the Crew cabin aft.”

“Yes Sir!” Jim faked a full on heel clicking military salute and smiled at her.

The two removed their boots as they reached the top of the steps, so their grav-assisted foot steps wouldn’t make a racket against the deck plate and they semi-floated past the living compartments and on toward the cargo hold and the stern of the ship.

Lifting an access hatch to reveal some steps, Kate said, “ Here you go” and gestured to Jim to descend first. “Make yourself at home” she smiled.

Despite the inconspicuous entry to the crew quarters (which was simply a meter square removable hatch sunk into the cargo bay deck plating and located behind the bins, next to the warp plasma generator), Jim was pleasantly surprised by the crew accommodation. The steps led directly into a small Mess Hall no more than four metres square, by two metres high, which was equipped well enough with cooking devices and refrigeration, for him to be fully self sufficient if needed, plus a rather decent coffee machine. There were  two bunks recessed into the bulkhead across from the semi circular table which  was itself surround by a comfy padded bench.  Through a sliding door was a wash room with WC and Shower.

‘Not bad’ he thought. The Ship was brand new and clearly his new employers had not scrimped too much on setting her up to accommodate quite nicely for their additional crew. “Still” he thought to himself, “play it cool Son and we’ll be up front and sharing a nice Cabin in First with this girl in no time”.

“Thanks” he said, turning to Kate. “This’ll do nicely”

“I’ll wake you at 5am” said Kate. “Be ready. The Condor is in its bay across from the Rover. It’s still in its wrapping so to speak, so while we’re inflight, I want you to prep it for trials and have it ready to shakedown by Noon”. Kate turned and climbed up the steps.

Jim watched her as she ascended. “Landed on your feet here mate. DON’T FRAK IT UP!” He warned, as he threw himself onto the top of the two bunks, not bothering to remove anything more than his jacket.


Last edit: 04 Jan 2021, 10:49am
12 Jan 2021, 4:50am
A predator-green Krait Phantom blasts into normal space outside of Citi Gateway and slows its approach. It gently slows to a stop and awaits clearance before proceeding.

Before too long, the tower traffic controller's voice came through the comms. "Faulcon deLacy, Victor-Alpha-Bravo, you are cleared for pad one-eight. Welcome Commander, our facilities are at your disposal."

"Thanks." the pilot responds dryly before entering the mail-slot at the nominal speed.

The Krait flies low over the various customs buildings and lands on the designated pad, touching down without the need for direct decent. It lands on the pad with a heavy metallic clang, magnetizing to the floor. Gases release as the entry ramp lowers.

A lone man walks down the stairs dressed in dark cargo pants and a hooded jacket. He pulls his hood low over his face and makes his way into the station proper.


Last edit: 13 Jan 2021, 3:11am
13 Jan 2021, 2:40pm
"nah i wont need help and no problem, yeah there nice went delta aint being the logical one." as we make it to my ship i call out "unit 0001 and unit 0002 yall come grab my tools please!" as i walk over to my armory i had grabbed my standard federation pistol."as much as i hate the fed equipment i will hold it just for her sake." i mumbled. as unit 0001 and 0002 beep for another command "ight yall just fallow."
13 Jan 2021, 5:51pm
I stand with my arms folded looking around all the docks and different ships arriving and departing. The load burts of afterburners roaring as they leave.

"Who's that?" I ask RJ starting at the newly arrived intimidating looking ship. "You think hes a hunter?" I turn facing RJ. "Do you think you can take him out if u wanted to?"

"Hate that color tho.." I Start walking to my ship. "My ship is just at pad 33. Shes a beaut!" I say exited to show off my ship.
13 Jan 2021, 6:07pm
" to be honest depend on the equipment i have but just keep your head down and if your being hunted just try to hide your face" i say as i look at here and give her the pistol " here if you feel like your in danger this will protect you. ay 0001 and 0002 get that equipment to pad 33! OH i cant leave without sum ill meet you back at your ship." asi head in my ship to grab a couple of cooking stuff.
13 Jan 2021, 6:48pm
"Aight, meet ya there!" i take the pistol holstering it at the back of my pants covering it with my shirt. i pull up my hood and start walking on my way to my ship.

I take out my PDA switching it on. Rubbing my finger over the crack on the screen looking at a picture. A tear drops on the screen. "ill get them sis. If its the last thing i do... Ill make them pay" i murmur to myself. I find myself passing a vendor. "Oye. Do u guys sell chocolate?" I ask the the man standing in a furish coat. "Sorry miss, were all out of stock right now." he says with a calm friendly voice. I didnt answer. I just left. "Ahh hello Petal!" I say exited looking up at my ship. The azure paint shimmiring with diffrent colors from the angles of light. I open my ships hatch. As i walk around the ship i pick up a wandering page that landed nearby. "Kill all. . .Thargoids?. . ." I read tilting my head sideways wondering what it is that they are talking about. I enter my ship pinning it against a blank wall with wanted pages. " i'll ask RJ" I pin it over my own Bounty page. "Hell probly know.."
13 Jan 2021, 8:39pm
as i head back to kay's ship i found this gun shop and had bought the latest make of AT sniper rifle and a standard issued assault rifle and had brought it back to kay's ship " hey Kay sorry for the space being gone you know but ill get started on the navigation." i said as i hand her some Mexican chocolate" yeah theta seen you asking for chocolate and delta convinced me to get one out my stash.
13 Jan 2021, 11:00pm
"Oh, Thanx! MYRA IS...." I bite my tongue. Thinking of what i almost said. "Ill just put this awaay" i say walking backwards towards my ship smiling at RJ. I feel the ramp under my feet and turn to quickly get inside. I shut the ramp after im in as its closing i peek out and yell. "Ill be right back!" I run to one of my compartments onboard. I head in and give the chocolate my companion ive kept secret for 4 years. "I told u ill find some!" i wisper loudly. 8 minutes go by and i nearly forget about RJ due to what im busy with. I brush the slith fur residue of and clean up abit before heading out. Beep beep. a quick sound and the ramp opens back up. i walk down and and see RJ already unpacked and is busy with my nav unit. "HEY! U OK UP THERE?" i ask loudly. "U NEED ANYTHING?
13 Jan 2021, 11:12pm
"YES!" i peak my head out the hatch to the nav"hey can u hand me that drink. she hands me the drink "thanks, oh delta is asking who is Myra?" as i continue to hang upside down
13 Jan 2021, 11:29pm
I freeze as i turn around from RJ. "Myra is my...She is.." I stop to think about what i should say. I close the ramp. "Is that a new gun?" I ask sieng the gun trying to change the subject. "Shit. . ." i whisper. Knowing what a terrible liar am. "

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