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. 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.
04 May 2021, 10:32am
"Yeah," says Veronica, accepting the handshake. "Matter of fact we're shipping out within the hour, so I'm afraid I ain't got long. I just wanted to say thanks again for your offer of 'ospitality earlier on. I was in a bit of an 'urry to do it properly. You know 'ow it is."
04 May 2021, 12:35pm
Meowers
"So you're in a haste? And why do you need me here, not some random anybody else?"


"Just need you to help us break stuff..." replied JB distantly as The Cuckoo's platform lifted into the giant central drum of the station. The soft green glow of the agricultural units gave the inside of the cockpit an eerie tinge.

JB checked the panel and saw that Panza and Ina's belts were both locked. He lifted the Keelback up off the platform as he checked the sensors for any incoming ships. Happy that there was nothing ahead, JB set the throttle as far as it could go. As the ship's engines began their low roar, JB hit the "boost" button.

JB felt himself being gently pushed back in his seat. It may've looked like he was showing off to the newcomer but boosting in and out was just second nature now, even if he didn't have illegal passengers it wouldn't hurt to practice as if he did.

JB boosted The Cuckoo a few more times as he twisted the ship to face their first jump... a few more boosts and they were clear of the mass lock.

As the frameshift drive charged, JB finally got the chance to speak properly to Commander Muir.

"Sorry about that," he started, turning slightly to face her, "I'm JB Threepwood, welcome aboard The Cuckoo."
04 May 2021, 12:49pm
"That's fine." He grins a bit at her, nodding at her explanation. "I do try to help others out more these days more often than not. Galaxy is dangerous enough I suppose." He gestures to the open hatch on the Leviathan.

"Woukd you like a drink before you head out? I was listening to that rather aggressive sales pitch earlier, and I do have an offer of my own if you're interested."
04 May 2021, 1:05pm
Veronica nods.

"Ta. Cuppa tea'd be lovely, mate, if you've got any in. My new business partner might not be best pleased if I turned up on his ship reekin' of alcohol."

She looks up at the underside of the massive Corvette.

"Nice ship you've got 'ere."

Veronica strolls towards the entry hatch and boards the vessel.


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04 May 2021, 7:36pm
Jubei sat in the pilot's lobby, watching the ships come and go.

With his side mission complete, a hunch that went yielded no pertinent information except for nice conversation with an old friend, he had done his due diligence to trace the comms signal further. Unfortunately that didn't give any more clues on Isaiah's current whereabouts. This didn't bother Jubei in the slightest. He had other methods of tracking people down.

As he rose to make his way to the lifts, he spotted a Keelback taking flight. Jubei's keen eyes spotted the ship's name as it lifted off the pad and made it's way out into the void: The Cuckoo. He shakes his head, reminding himself that there are more pressing matters than oddly named ships. Still, he keeps the description and the name in the back of his mind.

The imperial's wrist computer beeps, signalling a communication from one of his clan's members. Looking around to see if anyone is paying the slightest attention to him, Jubei sits in a corner booth and taps his ear.

"Moshi, moshi," he answers in the clan's native language. "Takahashi metal works, how may I serve you?"

"I'm looking for silver Tamahagane bladework." came a familiar voice, completing the sequence.

"Code confirmed." came a digitized voice. "Initiating encryption, level: Kami... completed. You may now speak."

"Lord Himura," the voice begins, "an agent in federal space reports that a wanted man by the name of Ezra was seen flying in the Eravate area."

The Imperial ponders for a moment, reaching to connect the dots. "Ezra... Ezra... why does that name sound famil-! Wait, Ezra Evanston? Why the hell would he be th-"

"Sir?"

"You've done well, thank you." Jubei answers, regaining his composure. He ends the call and chuckles to himself.

Sure, he thought of that system, it was on his list of possibilities, but it certainly wasn't the destination he expected. However, it made sense. Where do people usually go to rebuild after losing so much? Home.


Last edit: 05 May 2021, 1:37am
04 May 2021, 10:13pm
"Got the opportunity to buy it after the Federation made me an honorary Admiral." He huffed, following her inside and leading her through the halls to the mess area to work on making Veronica some tea. "Fought on their side when the Empire decided that brute forcing entire fleets down their throat was a wonderful idea."

He started up the kettle for some tea before facing her with a wry grin, the Federation and the Pirate patches plainly visible on his overcoat. "So, I hear you're off to round up some alien artifacts?"
05 May 2021, 9:18am
"Yeah, you hear right."

Veronica takes a seat at the end of the mess table nearest the exit hatch.

"Though exactly where I'm off to is top secret at the moment. Even from me. My new business partner's a bit of a control freak, see. He'll probably make me wear a blindfold or somethin' for the 'ole trip."

She points with her eyes at the pirate patch on her host's overcoat.

"Not a total dyed-in-the-wool Fed, then?"
05 May 2021, 2:56pm
Atlas chuckles at that one, rolling his eyes faintly. "Not even a Fed honestly. I just wear it to make them happy and off my back. No real power or anything, just access to military grade weapons and ships." The man snorts before reaching down and picking up the blue, fuzzy monkey creature that was trying to climb up his leg. "That patch is more of a reminder. Of the man I used to be and who I don't want to be again."

"Well, I'm willing to buy them, if you're looking to sell. The artifacts."
05 May 2021, 3:44pm
Veronica nods as she listens to the explanation behind the coat patches while glancing warily at the blue-furred creature.

"Mmm, dunno that I can 'elp, really, mate," she replies, with a doubtful grimace. "See, my business partner's already got a taker for everything we pick up, or so 'e says anyway. An' to tell yer the truth, I dunno much about these trinkets we're goin' after. I'm guessin' they're worth a bit, though, eh?"

Veronica frowns and clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

"Mind you," she continues slowly, "I s'pose if I did just 'appen to see any lyin' round goin' spare, as it were..."
05 May 2021, 6:18pm
A Fer de Lance, elegant and deadly, settles in for a perfect landing, its stark black lines a warning to all who behold it. It remains in place, ships coming and going above it in Citi Gateway's cavernous docking tube. At last, its entryway door opens, a solitary figure descending its stairs.

Damien Steele is slim like a blade, his eyes equally as sharp. He is clad in black, form-fitting leathers with the tattered skull of a hunter upon his shoulder. Still surveying the space around him, he raises his wristpad, tapping a command into it. A holo-image shimmers into view above it, a surveillance photo of a man's face. A low, primal noise sounds from within Steele's throat as he studies the image.

In dire blood-red letters, a single name is plastered over the holo-image:

Michael Ridge.


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05 May 2021, 11:53pm
Atlas listens for a moment, a frown forming over his lips as she continues to talk before he sighs softly, pinching at the bridge of his nose as the Buurboon climbs out of his arms and goes exploring along the table. Taking a moment to work on getting the tea poured, he offers her a cup before taking a seat opposite. "I'll be honest here. It's sounding like you roped yourself into work with someone who'd just as soon sell you off as well as the artifacts. You're certainly lovely enough for it." He comments with a faint hum.

"Do you really need the money that badly? I know each one on average runs around fifteen to thirty grand apiece, but still..."
06 May 2021, 2:04am
Coming from the bar

Rain leads Stillgar toward her ship a Krait MKII painted pharaoh black and gold with the name Rocinante in white/silver. "So Stillgar. Mind if I ask where your ship is now? If needed we can take both to my carrier to bring yours along." She said checking for any tracking bugs, or kids trying to stowaway. Rain lost track of the number of times she found both on her ship. "Damn it. When are these punks ever going to give it up?" She growled pulling a tracking bug off her forward landing gear and looked for more.
06 May 2021, 8:19am
Veronica bristles slightly at the man's well-meant compliment on her looks.

"A bit more money never comes in wrong, mate. Runnin' a ship's expensive, innit. Keepin' it refuelled, maintainin' the bit an' bobs, gettin' it patched up after some knob'ead takes potshots while yer liftin' off from Farseer's place..."

She frowns and sips at her tea.

"Lovely cuppa, that. Nah, don't you worry about me. No ropin' involved. The bloke's got a bark on 'im, but he's a pussycat really. I'm thinkin' of keepin' 'im as a pet."

She takes another sip of tea.

"This job's just a bit of a change of pace for me, see. Tootlin' round pickin' up ol' relics? Sounds relaxin', dunnit. What could possibly go wrong, eh?"

Veronica looks at her tea, then back up at her host.

"Got any biscuits?"


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06 May 2021, 10:49am
"Well, be sure he has all his shots. Sounded a bit rabid when I saw him last." Atlas chuckles before turning to get some bread for the woman. His Buurboon was watching her intently, big brown eyes staring her down like the most innocent of puppies.

"As for what can go wrong, I will warn you that depending on what you grab, you could tick off the Sentinels that guard the Guardian ruins. They like to pop up out of the ground without warning." He comes back with the requested food, setting it down. "Also sorry. Didn't know you would bristle up at that compliment of mine."


Last edit: 06 May 2021, 11:45am
06 May 2021, 11:05am
"Nah, 's'all right. I knew what yer meant."

Veronica takes the proffered bread with a shrug, then bites off a mouthful. She nods down at the blue monkey creature.

"Ain't seen one of these things before," she says, speaking with her mouth full. "What is it, exactly?"


Last edit: 06 May 2021, 11:24am

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