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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09 Oct 2021, 12:17am
Rob went back to his python. "Damn, they got her back in shape." he whistled appreciatively as he looked over his ship. He then went in and made sure everything was where it was supposed to be. "Looks all good," he mumbled and sat in the pilot's seat. "Good to be back, now let's see if I can find some work." He sent out a message that he was an experienced pilot willing to fly someone for some cash.
20 Oct 2021, 5:16pm
Maul Montresor
"You still capable of outrunning a few armed guards?" Maul said with a hint of a smirk.


Silas raises an eyebrow at Maul.

"It's easier if I can shoot 'em, but they really haven't done anything to earn it."

He takes a moment to function-check his pistol anyway... old habits die hard. Silas then turns his attention to the device Maul was using to scan him, grabbing it before Maul could protest.

"So, what's the deal with this thing?" He asked, waving it around like a suburban Dad talking to a salesman.
"You can hack into any system known to man, but you get your gadgets from a meat-paste cart?"
27 Oct 2021, 8:56pm
“Last container clamped in, and temperature readings are stable, Commander Marmot”
Announced Creamy pointing his face towards the ship intercom. The ship’s owner replied with a lazy drool in an accent Creamy still couldn’t identify.

“Come to Cockpit now. You flying Rumbling Pelican. I am supervisor”

“Right away sir” said Creamy as he shook his head in disbelief. The guy that had agreed to let Creamy fly with him must be putting on an act. He talked like the ape-man of the jungle from the holos. The whole tribal thing he had going on looked false too, but Creamy had experienced many colonies that had gone backwards to make a hard judgment. Besides, the guy seemed happy the way he was and Creamy did try to accept people for who they are. Even if they did tuck food wrappers down the side of the chair, panels and cockpit equipment.

The cockpit of the Type 7 was a mess; so much so, Creamy had put gloves over his flight suit to avoid touching the controls with the suit's gloves. At least all the rubbish was not floating around. This guy definitely strapped himself in and opened the canopy when he wanted to tidy up.

Putting his liner pilot grade A licence to use, Creamy handled the pre-flight, cleared take off with the tower and awaited the commander's orders. He got a grunt that Creamy interpreted as a positive, and gently left the landing pad, expertly slipped the unwieldy ship out of the slot singling an oh seven to a couple of pilots that given the Rumbling Pelican right of way.

“Clearing mass lock in thirty seconds, Commander. I have plotted three jump routs, would you care to pick one?”

Less than a minute later, the grungie Type 7 entered Witch space.
22 Nov 2021, 5:19pm
EvilCreamsicle"So, what's the deal with this thing?" He asked, waving it around like a suburban Dad talking to a salesman.
"You can hack into any system known to man, but you get your gadgets from a meat-paste cart?"


Maul snatches the profile analyzer back from Silas.

"No! Of course not!

He stares at the device in his hand, refusing to look at Silas out of embarrassment.

"I might have dropped it the other day." He says in a hushed tone. "...and I haven't had the time to figure out exactly how to repair it."

Looking over at the security gate, Maul takes note of the armed guards that are stationed near the profile scanner gate.

"Maybe they won't notice that your face doesn't exactly match the profile. I mean, if you squint your eyes hard enough you could totally pass for a 'Mrs. Lilith Garcia of the Inara Independents'."

Maul wasn't even convincing himself with that one.

"Ugh, there might be something I can do." He says as he digs his slate out of his pocket and begins poking around on it.

"Just follow my lead and walk through the gate, they'll likely stop you and try to detain you. I'll try to cook up a distraction." He says with a not so reassuring shrug, still not looking Silas in the eye.
23 Nov 2021, 4:38pm
Maul Montresor
"Just follow my lead and walk through the gate, they'll likely stop you and try to detain you. I'll try to cook up a distraction." He says with a not so reassuring shrug, still not looking Silas in the eye.


Silas can't help but furrow his brow.

"OK, fine... hold this..."
He reached into his jacket and pulled out his trusty sidearm and, holding it by the barrel, extended the grip toward Maul.

As maul reached for it, Silas retracted it just out of reach, prompting the two men to make eye contact.

"Don't get me fucking killed." he said, lowering the pistol's grip gingerly into Maul's hand and walking over to the security checkpoint.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen!" Silas says with all the confidence of a politician on campaign, as the profile for 'Mrs. Lilith Garcia of the Inara Independents' pops up on their screen with a happy little chirp...
23 Nov 2021, 5:40pm
The largest of the two men working this security gate got up from his seat causing the chair to squeak and squeal.

"Whoa whoa whoa there." The words poured out of him at a rate so slow that it'd test anyone's patience. The gate slammed closed to prevent Silas from moving any further and red lights flooded the area.

"Okiedokie 'Mrs. Garcia', we're gonna have to see another form of identification." The large man waddled towards Silas, a name stitched on his security jacket, 'Carver McArthur'.

Maul checked Silas' pistol to make sure that the safety was on before 'holstering' it in his waistband at the front of his pants. He watched from a distance with all the signs of an anxious person. Couldn't stand still while and was poking away at his dataslate, periodically glancing up at the situation.

Carver breathed heavy as he stood near Silas, the smell of noodles radiating from his somehow always slightly gaping maw.

"We've had this happen before and it just so happened to be that a fella had a lot of cosmetic surgery done." McArthur said at a snails pace. Taking four deep breaths before speaking again "Is that your case as well?" He said with a half hearted grin.

The other security guard standing nearby who was armed with a rifle and was quite a bit more fit than McArthur, stood facing away from the gate looking out at everyone as if he was prepared for combat at a moments notice.

Maul was now pacing back and forth at this point. He'd hoped Silas could stall long enough while he worked on an angle to get them out of here.


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24 Nov 2021, 5:27pm
Silas realized what he had to to, but the epic sigh he let out could not be contained.

He made an effort to make his voice sound a little bit higher and put on his best play-nice smile.

"You know... Carver, was it?... Carver, that's really not a very polite question to ask someone. But if you must know, yes, one of the best reassignment surgeons in the galaxy actually operates out of this exact station. Unfortunately I'm still waiting for my credentials to be processed... this is really very embarassing."

McArthur stopped in his tracks, his left eye giving a twitch as if he was temporarily short circuited. He looked over to the guard with the rifle, who looked back at him over his shoulder with a shrug.

McArthur's brow furrowed again, and he cracked his knuckles while taking another step toward Silas.

"I think you're taking the piss out of me." he said, even slower than last time. Silas could feel himself growing older waiting for him to finish speaking.

The two looked at each other for a moment while Silas thought about what to say next.

He opted for the shock option:
"He did a fantastic job, want me to show you?" Silas said, and made a move as if he was about to undo his pants.

McArthur's eyes got wide and began to short circuit again, before his brow furrowed even more than before and he leveled Silas square in the chest with his brick-shithouse of a hand, knocking Silas on his ass.
24 Nov 2021, 6:22pm
The sound of Maul's palm slapping against his own forehead was quite loud. It was hard to make out what Silas and the guard were talking about because of the roar of from the crowd walking by going about their business, but Silas was now planted ass first on the ground.

"Fucking hell." He muttered to himself as he began poking frantically at his dataslate and jogging towards the security gate.

McArthur stood towering over Silas.

"We have a situation here." He said, after bringing his left hand index finger up to his ear to activate his comms device. "Yep, gate 14. Near the docks."

Maul approached the gate with dataslate in hand. He started shoving it in McArthur's face.

"Hey what the fuck man, I recorded that, ya know! We're sick of authority around here treating us like shit!"

McArthur swung his hefty arm around in an attempt to grab the dataslate out of Maul's hand. Maul had what felt like a decade to react and simply stepped back. The armed guard turned but consciously chose not to point the rifle at Maul.

"Sir, please step back from the gate or we will have to use force." The man was stern but fair.

Maul turned to look at the man and threw his hands up as he took a few steps back. He gave Silas a brief glance in the process. During the process of stepping back, the armed guard noticed the pistol holstered in Maul's waistband.

"HEY!" Shouted the armed guard, finally pointing the rifle at Maul. "Hands behind your head!"

Maul's hands were already up. His dataslate in hand made a loud "ding" which caused him to smirk ever so slightly.

"You've got it, Sir." Maul slowly started to put his hands behind his head when suddenly both guards began shouting and trying to pull the comms device out of their ears.

Maul quickly pulled Silas' pistol from his waistband, grabbed the guards rifle to point it up in the air and busted him in the nose with the butt of the gun. The guard reacted by squeezing the trigger of the rifle shooting a few kinetic rounds into the very high ceiling overhead and grabbing his nose with his other hand. The crowd that was once here hurriedly started to disperse and all that could be heard was screaming.

Maul tossed the pistol to Silas who was still sitting on the ground and pulled the magazine out of the guards rifle, throwing it into a random direction.

"Safety is on!" Maul shouted as he ran past the guards and into the security gate control room to open the gate.

They didn't have long before the backup McArthur called would arrive.


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24 Nov 2021, 8:41pm
Silas, finding his breath, holstered his sidearm and rolled to his feet. He ran over to where Maul had tossed the rifle, picked it up and ejected the remaining round from the chamber and looked to its owner who was getting to his feet, holding his nose.

"...Now it's safe" he said with a grin, tossing the cleared rifle with some force at the guard's face, knocking him down a second time before running off after Maul.

He finally caught up to Maul at a crossroads and waved for him to slow down a second.

"Hey... where are you... docked" he managed to get out. Silas was in fighting shape but still a little winded from the heavy blow to the sternum.

Before Maul could answer, a klaxon began to sound and the emergency lights began to flash.

"I swear every time I am at this damned port..." Silas said, trailing off into cursing and gibberish
24 Nov 2021, 9:09pm
Maul put a hand on Silas' shoulder and leaned on him a bit to hold himself up and catch his breath as well.

"I...uh..." Maul looked around. "....hangar 18!...the lift is this way!" He said, pointing at a flickering screen that displayed an arrow pointing with the words "Hangars 10-20 lifts" underneath it.

Maul and Silas' arrive at the lifts a few moments later. Maul frantically presses the button for the hangar 18 lift and leans against a wall to catch his breath again.

"Like old times, huh?" Maul said with a smirk.

Maul looked at the screen above the lift, showing that it is coming back up from the hangar.

"Weird, the lift should have still been on this floor." Maul mumbled between deep breaths.


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26 Nov 2021, 7:17pm
Silas' grin at Maul's mention of nostalgia vanished in an instant, and he got that look that anyone who has spent enough time with Silas would recognize. It was time to hurt people.
Not kill anybody, if it could be avoided... but if the lift moved under lockdown it could only mean one thing.

"Back away from the door, Maul."
26 Nov 2021, 8:04pm
Maul looked over at Silas and raised an eyebrow. The look Silas was giving him, Maul had seen it a handful of times before.

With a nod, he stepped away from the door and stood a few feet behind Silas.

"This is what I get for leaving my weapon on my ship." Maul said quietly to himself, shaking his head.
30 Nov 2021, 6:23pm
Silas did have a weapon, but generally he didn't like to kill anybody who didn't have it coming, and in this instance he knew he was kinda the asshole.

He scanned the surroundings with the small window he had available. Seeing the lift control panel gave him an idea.
The lift had a small fusion reactor powering the inner controls, so that it would be able to independently function in the event of a station power event.

Silas reached into an inner jacket pocket and retrieved his sunglasses.
"Hey Maul, you ever seen a fusion transformer explode?" he asked, putting the glasses on and drawing his sidearm.

He removed the magazine in his pistol, removed the chambered round, and replaced it with one with red tape on it.

"It's bright."
30 Nov 2021, 7:44pm
Before Maul could put together what Silas was doing, he felt compelled to shield his eyes. His cybernetic eyes wildly attempted to adjust to the sudden brightness.

"Shit!" Maul exclaimed as he blinked rapidly and rubbed at his eyes.

"I think 'It's bright' was a bit of a fucking understatement!" He said, finally looking at what he hoped was Silas and not an inanimate object.

"Well, that probably shot the power to any neighboring hangar lifts as well."

Maul looked around, spotting a maintenance tunnel door within the wall near the array of lifts.

He approached the door to inspect it.

"Well..." He said as he pointed up above the door at an oblong device installed in the wall.

"Thing probably scans the security clearance level of a persons profile and opens when they're within range of the scanner and they press the button on this screen." Maul finished, pointing at a currently blank black screen.

"But since you dropped that mini nuke a second ago, I reckon it's defaulted into some sort of manual lock mode."

Maul retrieved his dateslate from his pocket and uncoiled a wired from the bottom.

"If this is the model of security door that I think it is, that should mean that I can hook my dataslate into the bottom of this screen here to power it just enough to prompt it to ask for the security code that they set for situations just like these."

The screen lit up with a simple keypad appearing. Maul pressed an icon of a yellow rubber duck on his dataslate with the word 'CodeQuacker' underneath. Within moments the door made a slight click sound.

"Sweet." Maul said with a grin.

He unplugged the cable from the screen to allow it wind back up into his dataslate before pocketing it again.

"There was a solid 50/50 chance that I was talking out of my ass there."

Sliding the door open manually, Maul looked back at Silas and smiled.

"You a big fan of long hallways and ladders, by chance?"


Last edit: 30 Nov 2021, 7:51pm
02 Dec 2021, 6:53pm
"Oh, yeah, my favorite." Silas said, laying the sarcasm on as thickly as possible.

From there the two men ran through the hallways, turning, twisting, climbing, and hoping they wouldn't run into David Bowie. It was difficult using only the red emergency lighting, Silas' flashlight and the light on Maul's slate, but they finally reached the hallway that led to the correct hangar.

Silas, catching his breath, dropped his posture in relief and walked over to the door just to find it was another security door.

"Looks newer than the other one, what do you think?" he asked, turning to look at Maul who was now beside him next to the door.

Before he could respond, the main lights came back on and some ambient mechanical things began to hum and whir as if they were starting back up. Then the camera next to the door beeped and a red light came on.

Silas looked at it. It looked at Silas. It turned to Maul. Maul looked at it. Silas looked at Maul who looked at Silas, who said, simply and flatly, "Fuck."

Silas had good combat instincts, and in this instance his instinct was to rear back and deck the glass orb of the camera eye, which shattered and sparked.

"GAHWHATTHEDAMNIT!" he shouted, looking at his hand and trying to shake it out.

Silas had good combat instincts, but not everything should be engaged in combat. And that really, really hurt.

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