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

General Roleplay Etiquette:

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.

2. Don't brute force your way into another persons RP.
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.

4. Accept constructive criticism gracefully and politely.
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.
16 Dec 2022, 11:50pm
Precentor Martial Vandal Stormovik walks down to the docks and casually posts an open proposal on the grimy bulletin board he finds there. It reads:

On the Unification of the Far God Worshipers

We wish to open negotiations regarding the following proposal:


“Our numbers are few, and we cannot hope to make a difference if we remain divided now that the Apocalypse is upon us.” - Protector Timothy Dalin 16 DEC 3308



Note - This document is meant as a final attempt to gather all the Far God worshipping factions and CMDRs into a single force that can effect change on a galactic scale and hasten the Apocalypse.



What This is Not

This is not a power grab by the Pleiades Concordat.

This is not a dictate on how to worship / revere / support the Thargoids.

This is not a request to be more active in the Elite universe.



Background

6 years ago, In 07 Dec 3302 the Pleiades Concordat faction stepped into the spotlight when its leader began writing Galnet articles for Frontier relating to a faith that worshiped the Thargoids and were welcoming the apocalypse to come with their arrival. (At the time, Frontier was starting to allow “Player Minor Factions” to be created, and part of the requirement was to develop a storyline to make it fit into the wider story of Elite Dangerous. Frontier accepted the backstory of the Pleiades Concordat, and the faction was created.)

2 years later, on 16 June 3304, Frontier decided to run with the storyline we had created, and it became the Far God story we all now know. It was identical to the backstory we wrote, and they added a name for our deity, the Far God.

Since that storyline started, a significant number of CMDRs decided to join this side of the fight, many creating other factions or groups through Inara. It has been fleshed out over the past 4 years and now is a prominent storyline for the game. This has led to a grass-roots development of this identity we now own, Far God Worshipers, but it is divided and only exists as tiny pockets of resistance.



Assumptions

The Far God worshipers of this galaxy need to be unified to affect any change, and our scattered members only serve to make our efforts futile.

All of us are fighting to make a difference, and struggle to keep our faction members active and effective in the face of other human factions.

This needs to change or we as Far God Worshipers will remain irrelevant.



Proposal

As the original Far God faction, the Pleiades Concordat wishes to propose a merging of all Far God worshiping factions under their single Inara Faction. This would look like the following:

Far God worshiping Inara factions that are not represented as a Player Minor Faction within Frontier would move their membership over to the Pleiades Concordat. Their leadership would become top-tier leaders in the Pleiades Concordat faction, continuing their efforts as they have but under a unified faction, and coordinated with all the other CMDRs in the Pleiades Concordat.

Far God worshiping factions that are active and that do have Player Minor Factions associated with them would keep those Frontier factions (we know it cost money for you to make them), but would merge with the Pleiades Concordat within Inara. It would mean that the Pleiades Concordat would be an Inara Faction, but that its sub-components would divide into their respective Player Minor Factions for Frontier. Leaders of these factions will have top tier positions in the Pleiades Concordat, representing their investment in their Player Minor Factions, and utilize the Inara faction to coordinate and cooperate together. If a Far God worshiping faction that has a Player Minor Faction is willing to merge it totally with the Pleiades Concordat, we would encourage it to do so, however. Joining them together is something we could propose to Frontier once we know what our demographic looks like.

Leadership from each faction merging with the Pleiades Concordat will be strongly represented within the Pleiades Concordat, and would each represent an aspect of the whole. The top position within the Pleiades Concordat is the Precentor Martial and it is held by CMDR Vandal Stormovik, and this would remain the case. Top leaders from each faction would take up the rank of Precentor within the Concordat, with all the like privileges and authorities. Vandal governs the faction with a very collaborative type of leadership, and does not make decisions unilaterally (just ask our members!).

There will be no mandatory support to a particular Major Faction or Power.

The executive of the Pleiades Concordat (including all of the new leadership the Concordat inherits from our many factions) will work on and approve all the governance regulations for our faction, with the Precentor Martial retaining a veto to ensure it is created in the spirit of the Role Playing we are all apart of in-game.

Recruiting and missions will be centralized within one effort.



This effort to consolidate our efforts to support the Thargoids and worship the Far God had been piloted by the merger of the Pleiades Concordat and HALT factions a few years ago. It is time to make this a galactic effort.



Timeframe

If this is going to have any lasting effect, we need to complete the unification by 1 Jan 3309, though we will still make efforts to unify with other factions as they crop up or decide to join.

Time is of the essence if we are to make an impact on the current Thargoid invasion.



Who is Vandal Stormovik (ooc Steve White)

Vandal is a Player who has been committed to this story since the original game came out in the 1980s. He is a published writer, and is very familiar with law, the military, and administration as a retired officer in the Canadian military. He loves writing lore, creating videos within the role-play, and owns a game store in New Brunswick running everything from Bolt Action, to Warhammer 40k, to D&D and Pathfinder.

Vandal has also led other factions, clans, etc. on various video games such as World of Tanks (Royal Canadian Dragoons), and Elite Dangerous. He has nearly two decades of experience in this field of work.



How to Accept / Reject this Proposal

Contact CMDR Vandal Stormovik through Inara and let us know by asking for an initial coalition with the intent of further merger processes.



More Information

https://www.elitedangerous.com/news/galnet/initiative-outfit-far-god-megaships

https://inara.cz/elite/squadron/1568/

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Io97R9t6_yA&t=9s



The Precentor Martial then leaves as quickly as he entered, satisfied that his message will be heard.

Precentor Martial Vandal Stormovik
Pleiades Concordat
27 Dec 2022, 4:48am
*** continued from the Galactic bar.

I make my way to landing pad 02 and look for the chief ship tech. As I make my way around my ship to I find that the left side main engine is disconnected from the ship and a second main engine is sitting in front of it. I had not paid much attention to the status of the ship when i had changed into my party attire, as I knew repairs like this take time.

I see the chief tech sitting next to the pad looking at his data pad. I walk up to him angrily.

"I say sir what is the meaning of this? I was told 4 days."

The crew chief startled drops his data pad shattering the screen as it strikes the corner of a steel plate.

"Ma'am please remain calm it is only a minor delay. We are nearly half way through."

"You told me 4 days! I don't have the time or the patience for impudence. You gave me a timeliness and I had expected you to adhere to it tightly.

"Ma'am the holidays made things difficult. We didn't have a say in the matter."

I punch the man as hard as I can in the face. I was beyond furious with him there was no excuse that I would accept. I hit the man a second time then a third and a fourth. He drops to the floor striking his head on the steel plate.

He looks up at me in a dazed state and tries to call for station security.

"Help! Security needed at pad 02! Commander......"

I draw my pistol before he even has a chance to finish his sentence and fire two shots into his chest and one to the head. I was irate. My ship was due to have been completed by this time. I shoot the other 3 techs in the hangar knowing station security would be responding quickly. I hastily equip my dominator armor as well as both my manticore intimidator and manticore executioner. I run to the Galactic as fast as I possibly can.

As I leave my prized ship I hit the self destruct button a pain in my chest knowing this was going to be one hell of a claim if I survive that long.

*I return hastily to the Galactic bar.


Last edit: 27 Dec 2022, 5:46am
27 Dec 2022, 8:50pm
** continued from citi gateway and the Galactic bar.

"Right time to get the hell out of here." I proceed to the mission board and make a hasty posting requesting transportation from Citi Gateway to Mackenzie
Relay, Cemiess. Offering 6 million CR. Contact name (alias Jenna Marquez). I duck into the passenger lounge sticking to a dark corner ensuring to remain out of site of any and all cameras around the area, and where not possible I ensure my face is covered in a way as to not draw attention to myself. Now to wait and hope someone takes my request.


Last edit: 27 Dec 2022, 9:42pm
08 Jan 2023, 7:57am
Location: Garay, Deciat (Odyssey)

We finally got the bugs out of my ship' systems, even though we did not find out whether this was caused by caustic damage on one essential bit of programming still stored on ssd, or if it was some ancient imperial data virus. We had to dock to some stations that were struggling with maintanance, no wonder during war time.

We did some critical analysis of the whole war situation with respect to our fleet. There's no way we can take damage at the rate we are taking it. Our ships are not fast enough to take less damage when encountering thargoids, save two or three. The only way to get speed past the A-rated engines and using less hull reinforcements is to get access to the superpowers' engineers, who have studied these improvements and can tailor A-rated engines and other components. This on mind, I set out to Pleiades to get some meta-alloys for Farseer Inc. They want to unravel the improvements from those Thargoid-materials that can be applied to our engines.

At Pleiades I didn't have any troubles obtaining the materials, it is highly prized of course, but Tiffany said "get it, don't worry of the cost", so I got what they had in hand and set out towards Deciat.

One fricking pirate tried to steal the meta-alloys on the way, maybe he/she had some use for them. I hope these loners stalking explorers and the few freigthers still operating to the Pleiades from the Bubble will see the error in their ways and join the war, they might make for good scouts or spies.

Now in Deciat, so I did not get killed on the way back. But I had to change course twice on the way simce the straight route to Deciat from Pleiades goes BETWEEN two warzones. There's only a narrow passage of mainly brown dwarfs that allows pilots to use the straight route. Maybe thargoids are building a wall of warzones between Pleiades and Bubble?

Soon I should meet with Farseer Inc. personnel, and see what they can do to let us escape faster. No way our freigthers can get to the disputed systems bringing war supplies otherwise.

Cmdr Kyyttö Yür-Smith
11 Jan 2023, 8:24am
XxD3M0N3SSxX** continued from citi gateway and the Galactic bar.

"Right time to get the hell out of here." I proceed to the mission board and make a hasty posting requesting transportation from Citi Gateway to Mackenzie
Relay, Cemiess. Offering 6 million CR. Contact name (alias Jenna Marquez). I duck into the passenger lounge sticking to a dark corner ensuring to remain out of site of any and all cameras around the area, and where not possible I ensure my face is covered in a way as to not draw attention to myself. Now to wait and hope someone takes my request.


"Six million to Mackenzie. Solo traveler," Rubes says. Her dad looks at her.

"That can't be right. Million?" Remiet looks up at the terminal. Rubes points. Remiet considers. "Whatever. Tag it. Maybe we get lucky."

Rubes shrugs. "It's on the way," she points out, eagerly contemplating the biofilters she'd be able to replace with the windfall. She searches for the same thought on her father's brow. She thinks there's a hint of it.

"I said tag it," Remiet repeats. "We have the free cabin. Six million is suspiciously high, you gotta admit." Rubes purses her lips at him, though she's not disagreeing. "You handle it if it comes in. I gotta get the galley in order; it's long overdue. Trust your gut, though, please."

Rubes is already adding their bid in the mission terminal. She waves absentmindedly as her dad disappears into the throng at the docks, off on whatever errand he'd been referring to. Something about a gallery? She's fixated on the six million--and the story of whoever's willing to spend that in lieu of an Apex shuttle.

They only have the berth for another six hours, and Rubes knows there's no guarantee "Jenna Marquez" will see their bid in time to take them up on it. Regardless, she decides to ensure the empty cabin on Unrest is prepared.


Last edit: 11 Jan 2023, 9:17am
21 Jan 2023, 9:20am
As the last pallet of supplies clambered onto the loading ramp leading into the main cargo hold, I checked the manifest on the data pad one last time; the journey ahead will be long and perilous, so everything needs to go as planned. I can see the scientists scurry about with their various equipment, hauling it inside the ship as fast as they dare. Than, there is the regular crew, intermixed with the scientists, completing the remaining checklists in preparation for the gargantuan research vessels departure.

The vessel itself was nothing more than a repurposed Beluga cruiser liner, refitted for deep space exploration. All expenditures came from my own earnings; along with the crew and now the scientists as well. Though, the research team, specifically their head researcher, was very adamant on a specific name for the ship: the Magic School Bus is what they wanted. Now, with it's freshly painted yellow hull, it stuck out like a sore thumb amidst the dull flat colors that was Bracewell Station.

"Commander!" An overly zealous females voice rang out behind me.

"Professor Frizzle," I said calmly, barely looking away from the busyness of the landing pad.

"Oh, no," She responded jubilantly, "it's just Valerie!"

"Noted," I replied flatly, finally turning to face the red haired women, "Almost ready?" I tucked the data pad under my arm, "Final preparations are being completed as we speak, than we can be under way within the hour."

"yes, just about, I say!" She chimed, placing her hands on her hips. The professor paused for a moment to watch watch was happening on the launch pad. She than inhaled deeply, held it for a moment and than slowly exhaled, "As I always say," she leaned towards me, "nothing beats a good round of chaos to keep things in order!"

I opened my mouth to protest her calling it 'chaos,' but before I could, she bound off towards the yellow beast of a ship.

"Liz! " she called out, "to the Bus!"

"Wait, whos Liz?" I began to ask, but I got my answer almost immediately; a green shape darted between my legs and scurried up the Professors back and onto her shoulders. It was a green Iguana of all things. She than reached the ship and stood next to one of the loading ramps, cheering to everyone who walked by and ushering them to board the ship.

"This is going to be a long trip," I muttered, massaging the bridge of my nose, "And I don't think there will be enough headache medicine for this."
01 Feb 2023, 2:46pm
On Board at Tarach Tor
"This will be my last visit here for a while at least. Got things to do elsewhere. The 15 Hambly Hub citizens are now safe. Can you believe, many indeed wanted to stay on the station. I would have had room for 10 more refugees, but no group in there wanted to split, there some fighting spirit for you."


Last edit: 01 Feb 2023, 3:36pm
25 Apr 2023, 10:56am
Damran waddled into the hanger late, politely shuffling his way to his crew at the back of the crowded hanger and updated his team assignment on his pad. As expected, the other team chiefs had left him with the dregs, that’s what he got for being late. His fellow chiefs smiled their satisfied smiles knowing what Damran had just discovered, so he flipped them a lighthearted bird to share between them.

The Citi orientation seminar was almost finished, and by the blank looks on the faces in the crowd, no one cared about the orientation, and no one was listening. They just wanted to know what they would be doing, when they would be doing it, and where the bar was when they got paid. That’s roughnecks for you" thought Damran as he read his team’s personal reports.

“Shit! You damn boot lickers left me with a university boy, and a girl, but ya tossed me a bone with the agency man. You takin’ pity on me with that last one?”

Damran was from Earth and had an accent that was hard to understand till you got to know him. It was the kind of accent that knew what Gumbo was, and where to forage for everything that should go in it.

“Turning up on time isn’t boot licking Ridge” said an older, large framed chief with a full head of salt’n’pepper hair “and everyone got an agency man. Heck, some crews are almost all agency”

“Damn, management must be payin’ out the ass for that many contracts. They want this shit done” observed Damran simplifying the dynamics to station management.

The seminar was coming to an end and the poor girl from HR was not getting the sort of response she imagined from the hanger full of people used to manual labor and dangerous work environments.

“Put ya friendly faces on boys. It's time to greet the new guys”

Damran sent a ping to his team’s Citi-issued work pads so they could find him, and waited for Mark, Ephrain and Willow to make their way to the EMU work crews area.
25 Apr 2023, 1:17pm
Following the holo-signs, and the arrow on the pad Citi management had given her, Willow made her way to the EMU operators area and found herself standing in front of a real fat guy. One of his eyes was covered with a big old school cyber-optic, and some sort of burn discolored his tanned skin, pot-marking the right side of his face.

She was curiously examining the guys bald, scared head and odd implants along his right jaw line when she was joined by a tall guy wearing clothes not usually seen on engineers, and one of the blue and orange jump-suit guys that had come into the waiting room with the Imperial escort.

The nicely dressed guy had a shaved head; he looked to be thirty-something, but the tidy goatee beard he was wearing made Willow unsure. The jumpsuit man was wider than goatee guy, but shorter with a full head of black wavy hair that contrasted his pale skin and ruddy cheeks. Although there were three guys here, they beardly had fifteen real fingers between them, making Willow think about her own brush with having her first replacement.

All three of them were looking down at Willow as if reassuring themselves the attractive goth girl was really there. Glad the pale white Altairian Skin was hiding the blush she could feel heating her cheeks, Willow decided to say something.

“So hi, um like, I’m Willow. Willow Thorn, here for EMU ops and whatever else needs doing, I guess”
25 Apr 2023, 3:50pm
“Right, that’s a good place to start. Intros. Ok I’m your team chief Steeridge. When I was younger, people called me Steer, but now I go by Ridge. I have no idea why” said the round man stroking the underside if his impressively large belly.

“Right here we got mister Ephrain Sykes with a whole alphabet worth of letters after his name” said Ridge turning to the guy looking like he was applying for a management position. “No idea why you’re here to push tools, but welcome aboard”

Ephrain shrugged and nodded offering no more than his slight movements in way of introduction.

“Well ok, moving on then. This here is mister Mark Weekly, an agency man” Ridge moved his eye from his pad and looked hard at Mark “You a vol-en-teeer, agency man?”

Ephrain inhaled as if he was about to say something, but instead rolled his eyes and looked away as if he had a better place to be.

Mark shuffled, obviously a little unconfutable but recovered and answered quickly with messy Imperial accent, as if English wasn’t his first language.

“I am yes, but before that, I worked for a..”

“Ok Mark, that’s all I need to know” interrupted Ridge “I got the rest of your work history here and it’s all lookin’ fine. Welcome to the team. Pleased ta’ have ya”

Turning slowly, Ridge had to move his pad from its resting place on his belly so he could see the little raven-haired girl on his team.

“Willow Thorn huh? You sure you're 25? You look younger than my granddaughter, and she’s just started high school”
25 Apr 2023, 5:29pm
This is about what Willow had expected. They always gave the weak link a hard time, and the weak link was identified as the smallest guy on the team. Willow wasn’t even a guy. If she didn’t give as good as she got, she may as well not bother unpacking, Ridge would make her life hard just for being there. She clasped her hands behind her back to stop herself nervously pulling on her fingers, and took a moment to level her breathing ignoring her wish to hide until the fat man picked on someone else.

“Yeah, totally 25, and like, I’ve been working engineering for like, 11 years at least. And I was a labourer before that, you know?”

None of the men looked like they were buying it.

“Ok so, my mom and dad ran a salvage company from their ship while I was a kid, and like, instead of employing people, they just had more kids. So, if I wasn’t doing the work, I was living the job right? And hey, I must be good at it coz all these are mine” said Willow wiggling her real human fingers under Ridge's nose.


Last edit: 25 Apr 2023, 6:05pm
25 Apr 2023, 8:39pm
"Yeah ok, alright" chuckled Ridge nodding like something that should be sat on the dash. "But maybe your mom'ma didn't let'choo do the dangerous stuff, and we don't got EMUs in kiddy sizes"

Damran rubbed the side of his face where stubble still grew eyeing the little woman. She had spunk and may not be a total waste of time.

"Tell you wut, I don't get around so good, if'un you're ok at fechin the tools'n'parts I need, maybe I'll let'choo make us coffee and bring lunch when it's time. How does that sound lil lady? Can you make a good cup-a-joe?"
25 Apr 2023, 9:32pm
The chief was going for all the soft spots, but fortunately Willow had a few brothers, and an older sister or two that had helped her deal with the boys, and other guys on work sites.

She wanted to say something about them not making suits for big old tubbers either, but that was beyond her social courage on a first meeting with someone that was her direct superior.

"Like that's ok, I got my own emu, like a custom job you know? It's got built-in extras I found useful that I added over the years. Because I'm so small and weak I guess"

She was working up to it, and her breath was starting to feel short, but she needed to land something just sassy enough to count as standing up for her self. Not something Willow was very good at doing with strangers all around her, watching. Especially when those people were in her line of work.

"And yeah I can make a good coffee. How do you take yours chief? One squees of cold piss or two?"

She'd done it now. Holding her breath and stuffing her fidgeting hands in her pockets, Willow waited to see if that was pushing it too far.
26 Apr 2023, 8:02am
"Well ok, looks like we got us a team" he pressed his hands together with unexpected enthusiasm "So, tomorrow well meet the rest of the crew and get our work assignments, but I can tell yoou we'll be on power management systems, you can bet'ur ass on that"

"We'll be inside prepping for more solar collectors, but that's tomorrow's bid'ness, an you better get some sleep too, coz we're up before the roosters"

Damran pushed a few screens by on his pad, and the new team got their personal quarters locations, and timetable updated.

"Ok that should be all you need to know, ya'all get any questions?"

Ephrain hardly left a beat between the offer before he enquired in his self-assured unidentifiable accent.

"Yes, where do I go to apply for a different team?"

Damrans face started off angry, but slowly turned into a smile.

"Well here's the thing Ephrain, I was late to the meeting so all the other chiefs filled their rosters before I did. That means you guys are the dregs no one else wanted. And that means you have already been rejected by all the other teams. But heck, you can feel free to quit. No one will miss ya, coz we don't know ya yeet"

In answer, Ephrain just went back to swiping through his personal pad as if this meeting was beneath him.

"So, I'll give ya say, an hour and a half to settle in and then meet ya'all in the Galactic. An for'in you ask Ephrain, it's mandatory. I'm puttin this one under, team building exercise. I'm sure you can quote me wut paragraph of your contract that's under"

Going back to his cheerful disposition, Damran cracked what few real knuckles he had left and waved back as he left.

"See ya'all in the Bar"
27 Apr 2023, 7:20am
Desdar had stopped at some shops before arriving at the docks.

He let go of a big sigh as he entered his ship. A lot had happened and he didn't manage to shake his nervousness after getting shot at the bar. Only now that he was back in his ship that he could relax. He removed his sunglasses and takes out his datapad. First to request to reactivate two ships, the Shinybigemptybox, adding the retrofit order to prepare it to be bait in an ambush, and the Farseer. The second was sent to an old collaborator.

Desdar moves up into the cockpit and plots his course to Kamadhenu.

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