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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We're not asking you to be perfect, but please at least demonstrate willingness. no1 iz gna tak u srsly usng txt spk. There's a wide variety of people here, many who speak English as a second, or even third language. There are even some with varying degrees of dyslexia and/or likely other issues that affect spelling/grammar. We accept them all here. However, people who aren't accepted, are those unwilling to accept polite correction. Remember that even a small thing like the placement of a comma, or the wrong use of there/their/they're can completely change the definition of an entire sentence.

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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.


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3. Be caught up on current events before joining in.
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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.
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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.

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.
06 Sep 2023, 5:23am
A decidedly battered old Gunship slid slowly through the mail slot and jerkily manoeuvred itself down onto a vacant pad. Her not so bright yellow paintwork had clearly seen brighter, more dazzling days, once upon a distant past.

Effie’s only thoughts right now, were if Arthur still tended bar and if he had kept that old bottle of the Macallan under lock and key for her return?

Pulling herself out of her chair, she headed straight for the shower. Two years spent out in the black can take a tole on a girl’s dignity, time to polish up the old visage! On her way to her quarters, she thumped on Kate’s door, “we’re here she shouted!”
06 Sep 2023, 8:20pm
Vasil sat in the pilot seat of the Onoarea, reviewing the ship’s stores and making certain the auto steward was properly stocked for the VIPs.  Even though the trip to Emerald would be a short one and they were not scheduled to leave for another day, Vasil wanted no surprises.

In truth he wanted little do with chauffeuring VIP refugees to Emerald. That was something his brother, Stefan, with his smile and welcoming personality, was better suited for. However, Vasil’s oldest sister, Octavia, now head of the family, thought Stefan was unreliable. She wanted to be sure VIP refugees were picked up and brought to Emerald on time rather than risk Stefan getting distracted by whatever hedonistic pursuit had captured his attention. So, for now, Vasil the Reliable had to be the face of the Emerald Repatriation Society for any VIPs fleeing the Thargoids.

Vasil caught sight of a yellow gunship coming in for a landing. At first he thought it was an ERS contractor bringing in the next set of VIPs from Allied Solace, but the ship designation he heard in the in the flight control chatter was not the one he was expecting. The ship cruised overhead to the landing bay behind the Onoarea.

A stark contrast to the immaculate Clipper, the gunship showed signs of prolonged use out in the void. He knew well the dings and scrapes a ship picked up during planetary landings, and the patches of heat glazing on the hull when skipping too close to a star for refueling. His asp, the Always Lost, looked much the same after long stretches in the nothing.

Vasil sighed and went back to checking the ship’s stores. Maybe, when Octavia had reached her goal, or when he no longer had a duty to family, he’d get back out in the deep void.
07 Sep 2023, 4:31am
“I’ll meet you in the Bar later, Eff”, came the muffled sound through the bulkhead, of Effie’s shipmate.

Effie sighed, walking into her cabin and kicking off her boots. She sat on the edge of her bunk and caught a glimpse of a rather suspiciously immaculate looking Clipper in a neighbouring bay. Wriggling out of her flight suit, she stepped into the shower. As the fresh water cascaded over her body, she wondered if she was doing the right thing…

A contract’s a contract right?!
10 Sep 2023, 6:32pm
Hopping down the ramp wearing what could only be described as a questionably low cut backless little black cocktail dress, Effie was hurredly reaching behind her to pull the strap of her shoe, up over her heel. She paused at the bottom and straightened the dress down over her hips. Brushing her hair back behind her ear she wondered, "Hmm, why not?"...

A few moments later, she was stood beneath the shiny Clipper, pressing the comms panel on it's main hatch...
10 Sep 2023, 11:37pm
While checking the supplies, Vasil found that the ship's supply of Lavian brandy was a little low. He considered having a case brought on board, but given his recent business with those controlling the flow of foodstuffs into the station, the thought of giving them any money, no matter how little, annoyed him. Vasil set the Lavian to the least priority on the auto steward so it would be the last thing offered if someone searched for alcohol.

He'd just finished with the ship stores and was about to start a flight plan when the comm light flashed. He reflexively opened the channel, thinking it was a ground crew arriving for a pre-flight cleaning. "I was not expecting you for another hour, but-" Vasil paused for a second or two to collect his thoughts since the gangway camera offered a rather well-aimed view down the front of the dress. "Oh, uh, hello there. Sorry, I thought you were someone else."
11 Sep 2023, 5:04am
“Someone else?” Do you mean those two slovenly deck hands sitting over there with that crate of Lavian Brandy I ordered over a year ago, playing cards and smoking cheap cigars? If you were planning on heading anywhere soon with a full load, might I suggest you alter your flight plan? I don’t think they’ll be loading anyone’s cargo tonight!”

She paused…

“Anyhoo, I could with an escort to the Bar, my shipmate’s lagging behind as usual. That is, if you have nothing better to do”

As she waited for his reply, she hoped he knew how to handle a weapon. Hopefully he has no idea who I am! There was no untoward attention drawn by my slipping into the Station cold. No ‘wanted’ posters that she could see displayed anywhere! This could be a nice quiet place under the radar, to have a little R&R with Kate and see about a refit and a few upgrades for Thunderbird4.


Last edit: 11 Sep 2023, 1:30pm
11 Sep 2023, 10:04pm
Vasil was not normally a paranoid person, but with Vasil having irritated some unsavory characters on the station, an attractive woman showing up unannounced and asking for an escort to the bar struck him as odd. He would, of course, uphold his end of the verbal bargain and not fund or ship anymore food supplies to the station. In his mind, it was a gentleman’s agreement to do so. However, he had no idea how agreeable the gentleman on the other side of the deal was, and maybe this woman was a way to lure him out and stuff his separated parts into a cargo container.

Then it occurred to him that one of the VIPs he was taking to Emerald had decided they wanted some company.

“If you are looking for someone from von Lowen party, you will find them in the Baronial Suite of the Chateau Dans Le Ciel. No one is scheduled to depart until tomorrow and they are not aboard the vessel.” The gangway camera twitched as it scanned over the woman and Vasil wondered how much ERS was going to end up paying for her to provide company for whichever VIP had called for her.


Last edit: 12 Sep 2023, 3:35am
12 Sep 2023, 3:52pm
The Corvette with the black paintjob and red stripes running along its side gently slid through the mail slot, flying over to its assigned landing pad as gracefully as the vessel allowed.

Burn marks from barely escaping an incinerating blast were clearly visible to anyone observing it, speaking to its, quite literal, baptism by fire, and what its owner had been doing prior to returning to the Gateway.

The ship passed down into the hangar bay, and I stood up from the pilot’s chair, ditching the suit I’d temporarily donned while the other sat out a thorough decon and cleaning cycle, when I got to my quarters. I wrote up a message to Willow before entering the bathroom.

Hey, Wil(low)

We’re back from hell, would you believe it (or not). We’re… well, mostly in one piece. Silvia and her crazy fox are still alive(and her wife too, I guess).

Going to be on the station for at least a few hours from now. I think. If you’re interested in a rundown or something.


I sent off the message and dumped my, definitely not clean, clothes in the washer, then wasted no time getting into the shower and turning the heat up. I’d take a good long time in this.
13 Sep 2023, 6:00am
This guy seems a little cautious, thought Effie, as his voice came through the comms outlet.

“I’m not entirely sure that I know the von Lowen party” She replied. “Are they in the Rag Trade? I just that I fancied a drink, but hate to enter a bar alone. Especially when…”

Just then, Kate Earnshaw stepped down from the Rocinante’s stairwell and called out, “EFFIE TRINKET!!!” she yelled, “What in the name of the Easter Bunny’s fluffy white dangle berries do you think you are you doing!?”

Effie turned to see her shipmate glaring at her and approaching fast.

Kate had been at Effie’s side ever since the day they first met back on Rhea, ten years ago. Their lives had been complicated, and it wasn’t always easy, two girls ‘making it pay’ in the void and on the run from Winters, constantly on alert, but sometimes Kate could scream! Effie, aware first hand, of how easy it is to be taken advantage of, double-crossed and hung out to dry, never failed to open herself up to any manner of danger, simply because she was so darned personable, believing that deep down, everyone is terribly decent! Damn, she loved her, but she could strangle her all the same!

“For heaven’s sake Eff! I don’t want to have to shoot this guy, whoever is!”

Kate stepped up to the intercom next to her friend and pressed the button. “Commander, please forgive my friend for her intrusion. I’ll take it from here. We’ll be on our way. Good night Commander”

She turned to Effie and, placing a hand on her shoulder, turned her away from the Clipper’s hatch. “You’re asking for trouble hun! Honestly, I can’t take my eyes off you for a darn minute!”

As they began to head toward the promenade, she said, “right then” with a grin as wide as Saturn’s rings, “let’s go have some proper fun…”

“Lead on” replied Effie. “Are you carrying?”

“Of course” replied Kate. “Are you?”

Effie smiled, lifting her hem just enough to reveal the tip of her antique 1911, strapped to her inner left thigh.

They both laughed out loud as they passed the two deck hands on their way to the Promenade from the Deck. “Good Evening boys! ” they both chirped. The two men gawked!


Last edit: 13 Sep 2023, 6:07am
13 Sep 2023, 3:19pm
Vasil made no reply and watched the women walk off. Mybe Octavia was right to not want Stefan ferrying VIPs to Emerald. If Stefan had been in the pilot seat, routine ship checks would have been forgotten in lieu of checking out a little black dress. Vasil closed the gangway camera feed and continued with the flight plan. At least he would not have to justify to the ERS accountants a "pleasant companion" expense incurred by one of the VIPs.
14 Sep 2023, 1:32pm
The previous night had been… oddly pleasant, despite the hard-felt separation from Silvia. But, as was always the case when I exposed myself to people, it’d left me so tired that I practically collapsed on the bed once I’d gotten back to my ship. No nightmares, thankfully, meaning that I was a little less drowsy than usual.

After a quick shower, I donned the black Dominator suit again, now that it was no longer stained with whatever vile residues stuck to it after the fun on the Queen Anne’s Revenge, and prepared a message for Willow.

Hey Wil

Nice talking last night. I’ll be hopping off the station for now, might be a month. Or two. Maybe a few. Or I’ll drop by periodically when my day’s over, if I get bored.

If not, see you around when I come back?

Oh, and I hope you kept those pictures you took of me. I probably won’t pose again like that for a long time.

- Kas


I reflected on that evening for a little longer, at how Willow suddenly seemed oddly receptive to me, despite our prior… disagreements. I wasn’t going to argue about it, but I still had to wonder what motivated the change.

I stopped thinking about it and sent the message off, after adding a small piece about the photo shoot I was a part of prior to leaving for Silvia’s rescue. Another message was composed, this time to Meowers.

Hey Ina, going to leave the Gateway now. Will be a day or two, maybe three, that I’m busy poking Thargoid stuff. I’ll be mostly free for whatever you want to screw around with using those VR what’s-it’s, after that.

Providing I survive going somewhere that has gravity.

I probably will. Anyway, heading off now. Messages are always open, of course.

- Kasumi


Hit the send prompt for it as well, only now remembering that I had forgotten to tell Willow the same. Too late now, I thought, so I just went to the cockpit, took off and headed to my carrier in the Phantom I was in.
29 Sep 2023, 2:03pm
The cast on her arm and wrist didn’t impede her ability to fly as much as Willow imagined it would. Her fingers weren't very nimble, and she still didn’t have much feeling in them, so hitting the wrong button was easy. All that aside flying was ok, and so was interdiction dodging she guessed. As long as she didn’t have to fight, Willow felt space-worthy.

The short fly around a few agricultural systems to pick up some decent products for the food court had felt great. Being off Citi had also been refreshing. There was a cloud filling every room and corridor right now, and it was never more obvious after being away for a few days. The loading ramp was down, so Willow grabbed a cargo dolly and started loading it.

Now her crushed arm was on the way to being mended, Willow took every opportunity to get some strength back in it. The gravity was very low on the pads, but just enough to add a little resistance to the cargo pods. The sound of hands grabbing hold of the ramps hydraulic struts caught Willow’s attention.

“Hey guys. Like, I didn’t get much but I did get a bit of everything, you know? Get yourselves a dolly and help me unload, yeah?”

Mag-boots thudded on the deck, and at least two people walked towards Willow.

“You were told to stop. You haven’t stopped. We don’t tell you two times, yes?”

Willow didn’t recognize the accent, but she knew a life-ending threat when it was thrown. Her hand was already on her plasma pistol, but the cast made it hard to grip the handle, and she wasn’t sure how much presser she was putting on the trigger.


Last edit: 03 Oct 2023, 12:26pm
29 Sep 2023, 10:31pm
Arvid hadn't expected the girl to be so quick. She had fired off two shots from her pistol, activated her shield and taken cover before Arvid and Vihan had a chance to react. Fortunately, her aim was crap; the first shot hit the deck not three meters in front of her, and the second plasma bolt burned a hole in a cargo pod a few racks back.

She was only small, so this should have been a quick job. Just enough slaps to put the girl back in the hospital, then take her ship and scuttle it with the cargo on board. Getting shot at was embarrassing enough to anger Arvid, so perhaps the slaps would be delivered with a fist instead. Security was paid not to hear gun shots, but this was the dock on Citi.

His shield cast its blue halo, and Arvid turned up the power on his laser pistol. They better get this done quick in case someone interfered with The Barbarian's business.
01 Oct 2023, 2:33am
Thanks to his massive concussion, it had taken Jim a week after he left the hospital to remember he had stored his python, Gatecrasher, on Citi. He finally realized the ship had to be stored here because this is where the handler was that landed him the Henderson contract, and he had left straight from Citi for the job at Henderson Applied Genetics.

Of course, he only realized all of this after receiving a notice about the storage fee being auto paid.

As far as he could tell, the important things were still in good order. The armory could stand to have a few thousand more rounds for the ARs, but was otherwise well-stocked. The ship’s weapon and defensive systems were good to go. Most importantly, the massive kinetic resistant shields and the retrofitted anaconda-class inertial dampers that allowed the ship to live up to its name, Gatecrasher, hummed beautifully when turned on.

With the ship out of storage, Jim decided up to pay the handler a visit and see if there were any decent jobs. He ended up wandering around the docks and the warehouse areas, the lingering effects of the concussion causing him to sometimes forget where he was going.

He thought nothing of the subtle tinitus ring in his ears. Years of combat, loud helmet comms, and more than a few concussions had made the ringing so pervasive that he rarely noticed it unless he was someplace quiet. Only, the docks and warehouses were far from quiet and the ring had the quality of distant Valkyrie voices.

Jim stopped, closed his eyes and shook his head, confused. The Valkyries had no reason to be waking up here. Then came the gunfire. Plasma, by the sound of it. Close by.

The ringing in his ears intensified. The Valkyries called. Without thought, Jim drew his Zenith and rushed toward the gunfire.
01 Oct 2023, 7:56am
Gripping the damn pistol was hard enough, and aiming was almost impossible thanks to the cast around her palm. Purple bolts of superheated gas scattered around the cargo cylinders the two men used as cover. Looking for a way to escape, Willow peered out from her own cover. A laser bolt struck her shield forcing here to duck back.

Unlike Willow, these guys didn't miss their shots. All she could do was run deeper into her Python and make for the front boarding ramp, but that would give them plenty of free shots at her back.

"Like, what the fuck is your problem?" Shouted Willow as she fumbled around in her tool belt for something, anything useful "What the hell do you think I've done?"

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