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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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.

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6. Perfect characters are boring.
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Other Notes:
It should be noted that there can be exceptions to these points. For example, good grammar when a character is speaking is actually rare. Few people in real life actually speak with perfect eloquence after all. Or previously arranged actions during a fight scene, such as someone stumbling back after a punch. What's key to remember is context.

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In fact, some users have even gone to the trouble of creating "alts" to RP with. If you read back far enough, it's usually pretty clear who has and hasn't, and which ones are the "alts". It's therefore not unheard of to see the apparent seizing of control of other characters. If you do spot one, point it out in the OOC section. If intervention is needed, it will be sorted quickly and (hopefully) politely.

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22 Mar 2024, 8:36pm
I waited for Kasumi to finish whatever she was doing so we could board the Phantom. As we made our way towards the cockpit, I heard her talking about the ship’s capabilities in terms of combat and speed. My eyes fell on the ship's armament, the burst lasers and plasma accelerators.

"Pretty decent armament," I said. And added, "I don't know what I was expecting, maybe more Guardian technology. But such weapons don't make much sense for an explorer... although the current equipment is also quite unusual for such a role. What do you need this for?“

Suddenly, just after the airlock, my host stopped and raised her hand. And then, despite her subsequent warning… things suddenly became strange. My eyes were fixed on Kasumi as she took off her hood, and although I was used to a lot, the sight of her surprised me. Not so much her blue crystal-like eyes, which I thought were implants - eyes were often one of the first parts of the body to be replaced back home. Instead, my gaze immediately went to the terrible scar on the side of her head which looked like it was the result of some extremely botched surgery.

"What the hell...." I exclaimed and instinctively took a quick step backwards as the distance between my host and I suddenly seemed to shrink considerably. Although it wasn't actually the distance that had narrowed, but rather space that had filled up when the person in front of me changed. Despite the warning, I was completely surprised by the massive figure appearing in front of me.

"This... oww... is... unexpected," I groaned, feeling quite awkward while trying to find the right words. The situation wasn't made any better by the fact that I had hit my right elbow on the frame of the airlock during my spontaneous retreat. It was probably not clear to my counterpart whether I was performing such a monkey dance because of her or my own clumsiness.

When the stabbing pain in my arm eased a little and I regained both my breath and my composure, I thought it appropriate to apologize. "That was.... pretty stupid. I'm sorry."

Next, appropriately or inappropriately, a lot of questions popped into my head. What world did the person in front of me come from? And to what extent did her current appearance correspond to her original form? At least the scar suggested an accident or something similar in her life. But the first, and unfortunately not very intelligent, sentence I uttered was: "You are way bigger than before."

Fantastic. I must have sounded like a complete idiot now. The sentence was quickly followed by another.

"Again, I apologize. I think I should just shut up now." My people were probably rightly not famous for their social sophistication. At least I would feel less uncomfortable in a gunfight than I do in this situation. Too bad you can't shoot social awkwardness.
22 Mar 2024, 9:21pm
"Where ..."

I hesitated, thinking... taking a few steps back at the same time, as if to show I wasn't actually clumsy or unused to walking with this body. I didn't know where to start. The scar maybe, and it would be easier to address than the socially awkward thing. So I pointed at it.

"This is... it was a wound. I don't remember how I got it well, but it was in a fight. A knife ..." I drew a rapid line through the air, right along that scar, more or less central on the right cheek. "But that's all I can say about it. For... now."

"And... the body... it was an accident. But I would rather explain in the cockpit. Somewhere... more comfortable, than standing, here. I think you can understand why I hid it? And ..." I blushed a bit more. "... it is why the 'bump' actually happened ..."

I went quiet, feeling terribly awkward myself... and began to question if showing this already was a mistake. But at the same time, it felt better to get it right out of the way now, than to let it linger at the back of my mind. Or only halfway through any kind of conversation in the cockpit, where I intended to go.

An idea came to me. Quickly, I went through a folder on my wrist computer and pulled up an image showing me 'before', with the same thin body structure but much more proportionate - though still well-formed - "features", and a more natural pale skin, not outright snow-white. The same scar still adorned my face, in it, however. I pulled the device off my right arm and held it out, at a safe distance to my enlarged form, to let my guest view that picture. And, hopefully, let some of the stupid awkwardness leave the room. Or corridor, at least.
23 Mar 2024, 3:28pm
"I'm sure it wasn't easy for you to switch off your... device... that projection, or whatever it was. Thank you for your trust, I guess... though not every part of my body wants to join me in thanking you." Maybe a joke helped to ease the situation a little. I grinned and massaged my elbow, which was still somewhat sore.

"About that scar... I thought it was from something else. It reminded me of some kind of... surgery. But your explanation makes a lot more sense. Not that you owe me any explanation at all."

I stared curiously at the device Kasumi was holding out to me and which seemed to show an old picture of her. Her injury must have been quite a while ago, because it was clearly recognisable in this picture. Which is why I was willing to believe that this actually showed an earlier version of the person standing in front of me. Her body had changed a lot since then.

"No idea what the hell happened to you. I assume this change was not voluntary? Did you lose your memory in the process?" My eyes wandered from the device back to my hostess. I was curious to hear her story, and ready to follow her into the cockpit.
23 Mar 2024, 3:52pm
I put the wrist computer back on its intended spot, then answered.

"It was... not really, my choice. But I accepted it. I will explain more, in the cockpit. Come on."

I turned back in that direction and began to walk, the adjusted walk cycle making it apparent I was already quite used to this, rather disproportionate, form. I gestured at a co-pilot seat once in the cockpit. It at least offered comfortable space for two people to have a bit of distance between them, not crammed in like would be the case in something such as a Vulture. Which, really, was just a box with engines and two big guns attached to it.

"You can sit in one of those. I don't mind."

Me, I of course took the main pilot's seat, quite adjusted to take my shape, with additional space to the sides of the hips to account for... 'deformation'. It was somewhat reinforced as well, due to the oddly placed mass in two areas of my body. I turned the chair around after settling in comfortably.

"So... this ..." I threw a look down at myself. "It was... an accident, like I said. I needed a... unique neural implant, but, something weird happened once I did. My body began to change, becoming like... this." I gestured from top to bottom with my right hand. "The skin, too."

It would do as a cover story for now, rather than revealing that entire Thargoid mess I was dealing with. Or that it was because I nearly died - technically, what I was saying wasn't even wrong, just not telling the whole story. Perhaps, in time ...

"I decided to accept it. I have lived with this for... two, maybe even three months, already. And maybe, I like it, even."
24 Mar 2024, 1:35pm
The cockpit of a Phantom was a place where I felt at peace in every situation, which was probably due to the fact that I had spent a lot of time travelling in one. Apart from the unusual main pilot's seat, at first glance everything looked like my own Phantom, right down to the midnight black colour scheme, which I personally favoured. I sat down in the co-pilot's seat with a swagger - as if I was at home here - and listened to my hostess talking about her transformation.

"Blimey, that's tough stuff. Do you happen to have the medical files or schematics for the treatment? Must have been one hell of an unusual implant. I have heard of some strange incidents, but only in connection with experimental research for the military, and never anything like what happened to you." I paused for a moment, not sure how much of my own background I wanted to reveal.

“I don't even want to imagine what you've been through… and I don't know what practical... err... impact... this has had for you on everyday life, but it's good to hear that you're coping. I suppose it must have taken quite a while to get used to the remodelling of the body.“
24 Mar 2024, 3:13pm
"It... took a few weeks. Maybe around two months, but... I got used to it without... too much problems. And it happened in a few days, maybe a week and a half. Rather than... just waking up and being like this."

I stopped talking for a second and tugged at my shirt.

"The most annoying thing... needing to replace all my clothes. As... you see. And it's still... difficult to run. But at least, I can walk normally."

"And I don't have the files, sorry. At least... not on the ship computer. But it is private."

The part of 'not on the ship's computer' was certainly a lie, but the part of not wanting to share it - at least, yet, while I wasn't sure if and how much I could trust this person - was definitely accurate. Part of me wanted to ask why there had been a mention of "sins" earlier, but social awkwardness and being shy was stopping me from it. Both of those also contributing to the "Why I don't show my oversized body in public" sentiment. And me not mentioning I actually really liked this body, or that I was - indirectly - responsible for those female features growing to such oversized proportions.

I couldn't even imagine what walking around would have looked like to my guest as I'd gone ahead to the cockpit. At least it was making for good conversation subjects at the moment. I shuffled around in the seat a little, then leaned forward for a second to undo something on its underside, dropping the foot rests so I could let the legs dangle. And I checked to make sure glove and (hoodless) hoodie sat properly around the forearm - those hiding two rather telling things I didn't intend to show. For the time being.
25 Mar 2024, 8:34pm
"Well, as long as you are okay and healthy, I'm sure the rest will work out." I smiled encouragingly.

"And regarding the... well, size and shape... The fact that you can move around normally, even if slow, is a good thing. I probably would have had a harder time dealing with... changes, like yours."

"But yeah, the clothes... that is a nuisance. It's not just the fact that everything has become too small. It's also..." I gestured vaguely towards her chest. "That. You're going to need custom-made." And big and wide at that, I added in my mind.

"As for the files, I understand they are private. I was curious if any documentation existed at all. It’s not something you hear about every day."

I folded my arms behind my head and stretched my legs, casually kicking my boots against the sides of the foot rest, my eyes closing for a moment. After a brief pause I opened them again, looking out of the cockpit window.

"My life was woven with the threads of adventure and peril, and of the camaraderie that only those who live on the edge could understand. I come from an insignificant area that you may only have heard of because of Salomé's Requiem, a sparsely populated system near the Pleiades Nebula. Designation is HIP 17519."

The silence of the cockpit was a canvas for my thoughts, a vast expanse where memories of my past adventures painted themselves in vivid hues.

"But you know," I continued, my voice breaking the stillness, "it’s not just about where you come from or the changes you endure. It’s about where you’re headed. And right now, I’m headed towards something big, something that could change everything."

"So, uh... you mentioned earlier you've been exploring the Formidine Rift and are heading there again soon?“, I asked.
25 Mar 2024, 8:56pm
"I only explored it to... explore, apparently. To find systems where nobody was in before. Or not registered, at least. And, I found... a lot, apparently. A lot of worlds to terraform or which could already be lived on."

There was a very good reason for that, even if I didn't know... yet.

"But I have not heard of your system. I did find the name of that 'Salomé' person when I tried to find what the 'Zurara' megaship is. And... apparently, there are a few more places connected to it, out there."

I pointed off in a random direction, then another. Not so much toward the Formidine Rift as just to say 'Various spots in the middle of nowhere'.

"So I will know about it all soon, maybe."

And talking of this reminded me of a reply I wanted to make but forgot in the awkwardness of revealing the body to make future interactions... less awkward.

"This ship is not just made to explore, but to help me travel... around the Bubble. Or near it. I have reasons to want to be defended, not in... something weaponless and which has very little shield or armor to get destroyed in a few shots. But I might go out there in a carrier, which I had from before... the 'incident'. I don't feel like flying that far all by myself right now... with just the ship."

"And there are... files. Kind of. It is a very unique implant very deeply connected to the brain ..." Or what was left of it. "... and it is not a normal processor. But I don't want to share, and it would not be useful for anyone else."

That was about as much as I felt comfortable with sharing for now, so I diverted.

"As for, clothes... maybe it is annoying, or expensive, to need custom size. But you can see... I already have it, all. And I had enough money to get it, or... 'other modifications'" I threw a glance at the seat I was on. "without needing to worry."

I still had to wonder what kind of impressions being of a figure like this was leaving on my counterpart. I was struggling to really properly discern any, here.
25 Mar 2024, 9:34pm
Of all the chatter between pilots on the secondary flight channel, one statement grabbed Vasil’s attention.

“That lily white, fat-assed gal ain’t gonna fit.”

Vasil recognized the voice as Robert Jacobs, one of the ERS supply contractors and an old trading partner. He laughed and said, “Bobby, you know full well Gutamaya calls this color “Imperial Pearl.”

“Whatever, Vas. You’re gonna need auto docking to squeeze that wide-body cutter in without scratching up that pretty paint.”

“Said every unskilled pilot everywhere. Don’t hate me because I am a better pilot.”

“Prove it. Five grand says you can’t get in manually. No rubbing, no bumping.”

“You have a bet. And thanks, that should just about pay for fuel and ammo.”

“What are you doing out here in the Alpina, anyway? Where is the Long Road?””

“It is getting patched up after some Thargoids munched on her.” The incoming direct communication alert started blinking. “Gotta go Bobby, Flight Control is on the line.” Vasil shunted the secondary channel to text only and switched the open flight control channel to voice.

“ERS One Alpina, this is Control. You are cleared for landing. Pad Three-Seven, over.”

“Copy, Control,” Vasil acknowledged. ”Pad three-seven. Manual approach, over.”

Vasil eased the Cutter into its approach vector and matched the station’s rotation. Once aligned, he cut main engine power, using only the maneuvering jets to correct rotation and forward drift. Eyes focused on the slot, the station slowly filled the cockpit canopy until the distraction of the rotating starfield moved out of his peripheral vision. Only then did he glance left and right as the ship entered the slot. The starboard proximity alarm sounded an immediate collision alert. He was twelve meters off centerline with a ten degree starboard drift. Already in the slot and too late to correct, Vasil throttled up mains, managing to get enough forward speed to miss the wall by only two meters.

A message, “Lucky bastard,” appeared on the text-only channel followed by a confirmed transfer of five thousand credits.

The cutter moved at a confident but leisurely pace to its assigned pad, settling like a feather. Vasil closed all comms and had started final shutdown procedures when Sgt Lydko entered the command deck geared in a dominator suit bearing the red and gold livery of ERS Private Security.

“The squad is ready, Sir,” said the Sergant.

Vasil looked over his shoulder to Lydko. “Good. Maybe we can get this business taken care of without anyone getting shot. Carry on, Sergent. I’ll see to the cargo and passengers.”

“Don’t worry, Sir,” said Lydko affixing his helmet. “If there is a fight, we’ll make sure it is over quick and that someone else gets blamed for it.”


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26 Mar 2024, 3:07pm
I recalled the days on Pirate’s Lament, the place that was my home, nestled in the crevices of space that government reach seldom touched. In the lawless reaches of space, one’s survival hinged on wit, luck, and sometimes, the blasters at one’s side. At other times it hinged on not getting close to other people. Which didn't work particularly well in this case.

In the quiet space between us, Kasumi's presence was a gentle contrast to the boldness of her curves. These were not just striking; they were a statement, a declaration of her presence in a world that expected women to take up less space. In contrast, she sat there like a picture of shyness, her eyes occasionally meeting mine before darting away. Her clothes, tailored to such a unique stature, hinted at a life less ordinary — a life to which the term ‘standard’ did not apply. In that moment, it was clear to me that despite an unintended transformation, this person wore her curves not as a burden, but as a testament to her individuality. And as I watched her, I felt privileged to share this space with someone who defied convention and embodied the extraordinary, and I felt connected to that person.

"As I said, my home system is insignificant. Though it is a place that’s eaten more ships than I’ve had hot dinners. But who knows, It is quite possible that you have heard of it... and have forgotten it again." I shrugged.

"And while I sincerely hope that you will find out more during your upcoming journey into the black, I much doubt that you will find out... ALL." My cheeky self had to pick up on that and I couldn't help but grin.

"Be careful you’re not being left with just enough bread crumbs to follow them right in front of the damn bus. But may I ask you a favor: IF you find the Zurara again - could you get me the data of the megaship's log uplinks?"
26 Mar 2024, 4:09pm
"Oh, I... don't expect, to find... everything. But maybe enough to know some things."

As usual, my curves were... drawing quite a lot of attention. But this didn't just look like the same, blunt stare of shock, disbelief and lack of understanding I saw from most that saw me walking around. Instead... there seemed to be a hint of admiration in the woman's eyes. Maybe more than just a hint. I appreciated that, and, leaning back a little, caused the chest to be presented a little. Not that it really needed to be - those big bags of 'fun' already did that by themselves.

"And I will send that data, when I have it. I think, there are some records of the location somewhere. If they are buried... I can dig them up."

'And don't care much if it could get me in trouble', I added in my thoughts.

Do you really trust her already? You don't know what she wants this information for., the 'other me' in my brain questioned.

No, but she does not look like she wants to shoot me. Or use it to do me any harm. So I will share it when I get there., I retorted, and, figuratively, pushed the 'Kira' part of my mind aside. For now. There was no resistance to it, so it was unlikely to leave that much of a negative impression.

I made an attempt to cross my legs at the knee, relaxing a little bit more now. But it couldn't be called much more than an attempt, due to the way the excessive, sheer mass of my thighs interfered with the movement, and keeping the pose.


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28 Mar 2024, 5:10pm
I noticed the change in position of my hostess and smiled. Then I remembered something she had said earlier.

"You said you need your ship armed and armored to not be an easy target. Is there someone who is after you? Have you made enemies?", I asked, genuinely concerned. I hadn't thought about the possible consequences of this. But it was an important question, and needed an answer.

"And I had no idea that you've got the means to dig up buried or even classified data.", I said surprised.

"...which is interesting... but the information about that ship shouldn't be that difficult to obtain. The difficulty lies in something else. The Zurara has piqued the interest of various parties by now. Competing corporations, independent agents, and even government entities might be on its trail." I paused for a moment and looked her straight in the eye.

"Therefore any expedition will have to be cloaked in the mundane, a veil of obscurity to shield us from prying eyes. No grand gestures, just whispers and echoes in the vast expanse."

I paused again, glancing over my shoulder as if expecting a shadow to detach itself from the wall. "You see... the Zurara isn’t just a ship; it’s a crypt of untold stories, a silent witness to the sins of the past. Finding it is akin to awakening ghosts, ghosts that are restless and yearning for vindication. We’ll be threading a path through a labyrinth of deceit, every turn fraught with peril from those who lurk in the shadows."

"Now after you heard all this... are you still with me? I would understand if you changed your mind."
28 Mar 2024, 7:59pm
I shrugged.

"I... don't plan on doing this publicly. It will just be me. And maybe my carrier, because I am a little lazy."

'Or maybe a lot.', I added in my thoughts.

"But I am curious what I will find there, and on the way, anyway. And maybe, you should explain what your interest in it all is. Because you haven't said."

I definitely wanted to know a bit more about this woman's motives for having such an interest in this matter. But corporate creeps or whoever else might've been after that ship was really not going to discourage me. Not after what I'd - allegedly - survived already. At this point, it would probably take dropping a nuke right on my head to take me out for good... if there was no secret Thargoid cloning program in existence somewhere, that threw me back out into the galaxy every time I supposedly 'died', but with no memory of that actually occurring.

... which was something I definitely would doubt.

"And I am not getting chased. But with pirates, or people who are sent to kill you because you transport data, outside of a war ..."

I gestured at one of the - closed - weapon mounts rather than finish the sentence. Because it said what the thought behind the more armored and armed ship was.


Last edit: 28 Mar 2024, 9:55pm
29 Mar 2024, 12:28pm
I leaned back in the copilot's seat, a smirk playing on my lips. "Curiosity, my dear, is a lady’s prerogative. And in the vast expanse of space, it’s the siren call neither you nor I can resist.", I said, my voice a melody of confidence and flattery.

"As for that ship, let’s say it’s personal. For me, it's not just a relic from the past, it’s a breadcrumb in a cosmic scavenger hunt. A breadcrumb that leads to something bigger, something that could unravel the fabric of reality itself. And I’ve been following those crumbs for longer than I care to admit. If there’s a sliver of a chance it holds the answers I’ve been chasing... then I HAVE to find them."

I turned my head to the cockpit window, my presence becoming a wraithlike figure against the light coming in from the hangar.
"There are a lot of rumors and myths out there. Legends, hidden agendas, mysterious messages and more. But almost nothing is concrete and verifiable, if you get my drift. However, occasionally there are incidents that are concrete enough to ring a few alarm bells in your heart and soul. Like this one."

The truth is, I’m not just a scoundrel with a penchant for danger. It’s about scratching an itch that’s been gnawing at my soul since I first stepped onto a starship. It’s about answering questions that have haunted me across light-years and parsecs. I’m a seeker — a tracking dog with a nose for secrets. The kind of secrets that can rewrite history, topple empires, or make me richer than a black hole’s event horizon.
29 Mar 2024, 1:45pm
“Those are… a lot of big words. But is it really that important?”

I definitely wasn’t sure exactly what I was going to drop myself into seeking out that megaship, and those old sites out there, in, the middle of nothingness. But I was already getting a feeling it had a good amount of significance rather than being a ‘simple’, failed exploration journey. So I decided to be straight about that.

“I mean… I, kind of, feel like it is more important than an old, stranded ship. To be that far out… I would at least like to find out what it is doing out there.”

I paused momentarily.

“It would be… a lot easier, if I had kept the logs. So I don’t… wouldn’t, need to go out there. Maybe I can find the location in navigation data, if it is not publicly available. But it might be already?”

Thruthfully, I hadn’t yet searched for the Zurara’s location. Only sites that - apparently - were somehow tied to it, scattered around various regions bordering the one where the Bubble was located, and one of those in the Formidine Rift itself.

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