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.
21 Jul 2021, 11:31pm
Horza Harklops perches on a packing crate, head leant back against the wall. The man does not look well. Greyish skin and sunken bloodshot eyes, his cracked bleeding lips sucking at the dirty aerosol infused air of the small hangar bay looking up at the 'Jovian Storm', the ancient Cobra mk3.

The ​registration number and the ships name were just visible over the paint that had peeled and cracked, or been burned off by weapons strikes. Crude additions were slung from its underside and trailing edges, additional sensors and plumbing for the heavily modified internal modules. This is how the Jovian Storm normally looks. A ship that few but its captain would call beautiful.

However like its owner currently looked like something a dredger would scoop up, rather than a something that came home under its own power. The canopy is all shattered. The weapons where they weren't completely ripped off, were smashed and hanging limp. The thrusters would require a complete over haul as does the scanners. The shielded powerplant had took a beating but thanks to the extra armour and redundant systems it had managed to get Horza back to the station.


Horza had crash docked the smashed up ship then stumbled towards the nearest cheap lodgings he could find. Deciding the repairs would have to wait, Horza had paid for his 'bed pod', climbed in, struggling with the broken ribs and the searing pain from the burns on his leg. About an hour after he'd injected it he knew something was wrong. Sick, from a bad reaction to black market combat stabilisers bought from a girl next to a fried cricket stand. He was feeling his 149 years age all of a sudden. Four days he lay getting worse.

But today he'd dragged himself to the hangar, he was meeting someone.
02 Aug 2021, 10:31am
(Continued from Citi Gateway...)



Once aboard the Smelly Egg, Veronica changes into her Remlok flightsuit and heads to the bridge. She performs a standard pre-flight check, then begins a more thorough diagnostic on all main systems.

"Can't be too careful, right, Toby?"

Presently she catches sight of Michael Ridge striding across the hangar towards her. She gives him a wave through the canopy.
02 Aug 2021, 3:02pm
Michael waves in return, in full Maverick suit, his helmet carried under his arm. He boards the ship, striding through the main corridor, into the lower seat. He settles in, linking his suit's comms to the ship's, holographic instrumentation flickering to life around him.

"We good to go, V?"
02 Aug 2021, 4:41pm
Veronica arches an eyebrow at hearing Ridge address her as 'V', but passes no comment

"Yeah," she replies to his question. "Just waitin' on the signal to come through from our genial 'osts. Should be any moment now."

As if on cue, a wing invitation appears on Veronica's comm panel. It is from Yolanta Púrpura. Veronica accepts the invitation, and not one but two wing icons pop up on her HUD.

"Well," says Veronica to Ridge, "our genial 'osts ain't sharin' a ship."

The comm panel beeps for an incoming audio call.

"Travesura Pùrpura to... Smelly Egg. This is Commander Pùrpura. Take off and exit the starport, por favor. Do not deviate from your exit heading. Proceed until you are outside the no fire zone, and set your wing navlock to my signal. Do you understand?"

Veronica rolls her eyes.

"Understood, Trevor Sarah. Will comply." She switches the comms to internal.

"Bossy cow, ain't she. Right, let's be off."

The Smelly Egg lifts off from its pad and heads for the access corridor. Seconds later the black Asp Explorer is spaceborne.
02 Aug 2021, 5:40pm
Michael shifts in his seat as the Smelly Egg accelerates. The sleek lines of not one but two Mambas streak past them, both dark, one with a red thruster glow and the other with violet. Ridge grunts.

"Fancy, aren't they? And just how long is this trip supposed to take?"
02 Aug 2021, 7:43pm
Raglan put his ship down on the pad and waited for the docking procedures to complete.

He flipped his comms screen up and sent off a quick message to Descartes:

"I'm at CG now, bay 34. Blue Cobra called Avenger. If I'm not on board I won't be far away"

He went to his cabin to rest for a while.

Something told him he would be needing it.
02 Aug 2021, 8:03pm
"Dunno," replied Veronica, "but we'll soon find out. NFZ perimeter in ten seconds."

As soon as the Smelly Egg reached the edge of the starport's No Fire Zone, the slaved wing navlock engaged the ship's FSD.

"Right then, 'old tight, 'ere we go."




(Continued in Off Station...)
08 Aug 2021, 6:37am
Her message had said a couple of days.

Raglan had used the time wisely, getting the Avenger upgraded with all A grade weapons and shields.
He'd bought a new flight suit and stocked up on supplies, and was currently in his cabin listening to music and planning.
There was the usual assortment of missions available, but he had no desire to kill any more pirates for a while, and the deliveries bored him.

No more messages from Descartes, but she always did do things her own way.

It didn't matter to him, his life was always like this.
Long periods of waiting, then bursts of action.
14 Sep 2021, 5:57pm
Continued from End User Disagreement


The orange and black Diamondback Scout made its way through the air lock. The access corridor lights engulfing the ship to reveal the worn paintjob and barely legible ship name scrawled across the side "Gh0ul's Nest".

Maul lowered the ship down to the designated landing pad and immediately requested to enter the hangar. He sat for a moment with his thoughts. It had been a couple years since he'd last visited Citi Gateway and that visit wasn't even by his own choice. A lot had changed since then.

Shaking his head, as if to shake the thoughts, he stood from his seat and began gathering a few things to take with him to the galactic bar.


Last edit: 14 Sep 2021, 11:09pm
14 Sep 2021, 7:46pm
Continued from End User Disagreement

"...it was about that time when I told her, 'honey, if you don't get that thing under control it's gonna crawl right down your britches!', and I tell ya..."

Silas was only listening just enough to insert the bare-minimum of polite nods and 'mmm-hmm's so as to avoid hurting this Apex shuttle pilot's feelings. After all, it was himself Silas was frustrated with. He had gotten all the way to Inara before remembering that his Krait Mk. II 'V.G.S. Arbiter' was blacklisted from Citi gateway.

Only fair, he supposed, since last time he was here he had literally had to kill a guy, a ship exploded in the docking bays, and then he had damaged the mag clamps blasting away from the station while it was on lockdown. So, an Apex from Koontz Port was the best he could manage.

"...hoo boy, that was quite the scene, you wouldn't believe! OK, picture this... ope, just a sec let me focus on touching down here... aaaand we're good, so anyway..."

"Thanks man"
Silas had never been so relieved as when the ship's engines shut down. He interrupted the pilot, wired an above-average tip and hurried off toward the galactic bar.
16 Sep 2021, 2:52pm
After putting down the big plastic bag, Creamy was tempted not to pick it up again. Normally when he travelled, Creamy had Luggage, not whatever this thing was. People that travelled economy carried this sort of bag; the kind of people that kept on the same set of clothes for the pest part of the day carried their belongings around in this sort of thing.

Now, he supposed Creamy was that kind of person, at least for the time being. He had a bit of cash in his account; enough to rent a tiny hab for a while, or buy a small second hand ship to give himself a chance of changing his situation. It was something that was going to need a lot of consideration. The line moved and Creamy picked up his bag, shuffled as few steps forwards in the economy disembarking line, waiting for his turn at the station admissions desk.

Putting the bag down again, Creamy started imagining the cool taste of something lightly sparkling and mildly alcoholic. Perhaps a bite to eat wouldn’t go amiss either. The Galactic didn’t make good food, but it was a relabel kind of edible that would keep a chap fed and somewhat satisfied. The line moved again and Creamy bent his knees to pick up his bag. It was gone.

“Oh I say, come on now” Said Creamy to no one in particular. “Welcome to Citi bloody Gateway I suppose”

It looked like Creamy would be keeping this 'off the rack' travel heavy suit on for the rest of the day. Now Creamy felt he deserved a heavily alcoholic drink that didn’t really need to sparkle.
16 Sep 2021, 5:46pm
A weather-beaten Dolphin makes its way to Bay 12 under the remote guidance of the dock's master. From the observation deck of the bay, the damage is apparent. Iridescent sunburst paint is missing along sharp and leading edges, but worse are the numerous indentations and carbon scoring of blunt impacts dotting the entirety of the hull. Some panels are loose. One engine cowling is missing.

"Alpha Uniform Victor, Zulu Delta," the controller announces to the dock master the ship's designation as the computer searches the galactic database.

"It's registered to an August Davenport. Astronomical Union. Declared Missing nine months ago. Last docking of any kind: almost a year ago."

"That explains why it looks like hell. Idle rich bastard got caught exploring without the knowledge or skill. Bring her down."

"Aye," the controller taps a holographic interface and the ship descends into the belly of the dock.

Time passes as the ship remains motionless for minutes.

"Commander, are you still on comms? We don't see you leaving."

"Um," comes a strained voice over the modulated comms. "Starting to feel... swimmy. Can't stand up."

"Say again, Commander."

"I, uh, can't stand up. The gravity is too high. Starting to go black."

"Hold one."

The dock master nods to the controller as he presses a button.

"ATTENTION: Medical personnel: CODE BLUE- Docking Bay 12," echoes across the near-barren metal walls of Citi-Gateway's docks.
16 Sep 2021, 7:34pm
Jaime Ward wore a slight scowl as he moved through the Citi Gateway's main concourse, flowing between people the way a riptide might course through an inlet. He hated crowds, and the docks seemed particularly busy for some reason.

The hunt for Michael Ridge was on, and the best lead Ward had was Ridge's whereabouts from several months back. It wasn't much, but he'd found trickier marks with far less to work with. It was simply a matter of finding a thread - no matter how small - and unraveling it.

Except he wasn't hunting Ridge to kill him. Ridge was just a means to an end, a link in a long chain of people leading to one Gideon Hathaway of the Chapterhouse of Inquisition.

Ward had been engaged in a campaign of toppling corrupt and unscrupulous political figures for the past several months, toppling Senator Tancred Vanderhorst with a recording of the Senator rigging a secession referendum vote in Prism. Hathaway's own moral bankruptcy and disregard for ethics and morality had put him high on Ward's personal hit list. Killing them was easy. Destroying their reputation and removing them from power was a much harder ask.

Ward stopped moving for a moment, glancing back at Jubei Himura, who wasn't far behind him. When Jubei caught up, Ward leaned in so Jubei could hear him over the crowd.

"I'm going to check on the list of ships docked here at the station. It's a long shot but we might get lucky and find Ridge here. At the very least we can check the logs for when he last passed through."
17 Sep 2021, 4:12pm
Medical Staff bring a pale, gaunt woman out on a stretcher and head to the medical wing.

(Continued here


Last edit: 17 Sep 2021, 6:32pm
17 Sep 2021, 6:16pm
"Right," Jubei replied. "I'm gonna go a little old school, and grab a drink."

His hair had grown out since they were last at the station, and he had taken the time to hide the scar over his eye. The change in appearance wasn't drastic by any means, but it would be enough to throw any would be trackers off of his back for a time. Anyone looking for the former inquisitor would easily pass over him, unless they were taking a good hard look at his face. Jubei even changed the colours and ID tags he wore, now sporting a brown and tan flight suit with tags that read 'Howlett, J.'

"I'll send you a signal if I find something. Otherwise, come to the InGaBa."

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