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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Other Notes:
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14 Aug 2024, 10:59pm
Maul hadn’t thought much of his new cybernetics but Willow was right, he’d have never seen the camera before at such a distance. Living with cheap alternatives for so long had been like living with a handicap, one he’d grown used to. It was reassuring to know that Lambasts investment into his procedure was worth it.

“Everyone has secrets, just gotta find where they bury them.” he said with his eyes glued to the screen in his lap. “You mentioned this thing is running on a partial OS, right? With no COVAS?” To him that sounded like an exploitable weakness.

“Oh by the way, I’m sending you guys that French saying Ninette spat at me. I ran it through some translators but even then, I have no idea what it has to do with anything.”

He sent a message out to their individual com devices for safe keeping.

le prisonnier de D'if Amour rejeté.
15 Aug 2024, 12:46am
Vasil read the message appearing on the comm pad attached to his suit’s left forearm. “All I get out of that is something about a prisoner of love. No idea what rejete means. D’If sounds familiar but I can’t say where from.”

Vasil turned his attention to the cameras maul had pointed out. “Hmph. Cameras. They are probably in all sorts of places you’d least expect.”

Unobtrusive security was something often encountered in opulent places. Most people paying for luxury did not want security disrupting the decor but Vasil was not so certain security was the main purpose. His brother, Stefan, an unrelenting hedonist to the end, used cameras more to document his adventures rather than as security.

The one personal recording of Sefan’s that leaked to the public had caused a scandal for the family. It was not that it involved prisoner play bondage but that one of the participants was only 17 at the time.

“A prison,” Vasil said, thinking aloud as memories of the recording and being forced to read old “classics” while growing up collided. “Wait... I think D’If is the prison in the Count of Monte Cristo. You might want to search for references to it or other books by Alexander Dumas.”
15 Aug 2024, 8:34am
"Yeah its like, huge chunks of the ships systems drivers were removed along with the covas for some reason, Em. Ok, so I, I got a maintenance history right back to its purchase at Jameson's Memorial" said Willow reading the report while she searched for Alexander Dumas.

"Er, so long story short, the ship was commissioned and put together by Creamy Goodness the Third. The living quarters were custom built by Saud Kruger's interior design team, and an independent consultant. Those units were delivered weeks later, with an interior decoration team, but here's the interesting part. So, once the living quatres were fitted, Ninette, ordered some real sophisticated surveillance and medical grade scanners; and it ordered a lot of them, you know?"

Looking up from the screens she was referencing, Willow settled on another sofa so she could make her self a little work station.

"So, yeah, it looks like this surveillance system is registered, and from the look of the headwear, its way more then just security, right? I mean the bill for that stuff could buy like, another ship, you know? And hey, since when do you let a covas order expensive shit for your ship?"

Turning on her butt so she was looking at her computer now, Willow look through her search results for Alexander Dumas.

"Huh, this Alexander guy liked to type I guess. That's a lot of titles under his belt. So. er, rejeté, is reject, and like, isn't Creamy's dad a Count? Maybe the phrase is something about his dad grounding Creamy when he was a kid"


Last edit: 15 Aug 2024, 10:04am
15 Aug 2024, 9:34am
"Rich boy with daddy issues, maybe?" Maul said, shrugging at Willow as he looked up from his screen. "Daddy's little reject? I mean, high status dysfunctional Imp families are a dime a dozen." He'd spoken before thinking and now found himself looking at Vasil. An apology began to form in his mind but judging by their previous interactions and the demeanor of the man, Maul had a feeling Vasil could relate on some level.

While Willow was digging up the maintenance history, he had been busy executing an attack on the ships systems. Using the missing COVAS as a weakness, he had tricked the ships systems into believing a COVAS had suddenly been connected by uploading his own experimental AI "A_V4" or "Ava" into the systems host slot. A_V4 was more of a toolset than she was an AI, a hackers wet dream if the program ran correctly. It didn't matter though, the ship immediately rejected the host, it was as though it needed Ninette to have all of it's systems functioning properly. Before rejection though, multiple calls to Ava had been sent requesting specific information and instructions to begin some sort of health monitoring program. Once the requests failed, the ship booted Ava, and by extension, Maul, out of it's systems.

"Well shit," Mere moments had passed since his "daddy issues" remark and now he was now glued to his screen again. "Not only does Ninette have a bad shopping habit, she apparently monitors our missing heirs health to a compulsive degree. She's a glorified fuckin' babysitter."

"I'd wager this is why she attempted to send out that upload I intercepted, maybe she was trying to send medical updates on Goodness to whoever created her, err maybe the lack of them actually..."
15 Aug 2024, 1:27pm
At a dime a dozen, Vasil thought Maul was seriously overestimating the value and prevalence of upper class dysfunctional Imperial families. It was not necessarily how many of them there were, but their degree of dysfunctionality.

“Dumas wrote those books in the 19th century, Willow, so I doubt he typed them. Probably had carpal tunnel from all the scribbling. From what I remember of the Count of Monte Cristo it is about revenge. Falsely imprisoned man spends fifteen years in prison, he escapes, becomes fabulously wealthy and uses the money to take revenge on the men who framed him, one of which ended up marrying the woman he was in love with.”

“I did not like the book. Maybe because I was forced to read it.” He glanced to Maul. “Dysfunctional upbringing and education.” Vasil always suspected it was required reading due to the Vasilescus being forced out of Imperial politics generations ago, and was meant to be a primer on using wealth for revenge on those who slighted you in the past.

“Anyway, if this ship requires nanny Ninette, why not plug it in and see what happens?”
15 Aug 2024, 1:58pm
"Wrote them, like with a pen? No way" The very image of someone writing a book with real writing blew her mind. "I mean, I guess I stll use a marker, or scribe for work, but like, whatever. 19th century is a real long time ago I guess. And hey, now you laid out the plot, it sounds like a pretty good read"

Shifting back to the unit plugged into Creamy's ship, Willow ran a mental checklist.

"You know, now Vee says it, it's like, Ninette could control all the missing functions if it's more than your factory standard covas. I mean, individually, it looks like a bunch of random systems were offlined, but if you think of the covas as a monitoring program, it makes more sense. Good call Vee" said Willow, throwing Vasil a flicked salute.

"You're the computer guy Em, it's your call. Do you think plugging Ninette in is the way to go?"
15 Aug 2024, 10:09pm
"Yeah, fuck it." He said, with a nod after a moment of contemplation. "Maybe plugging her in will give us some sort of tangible lead." Pointing to Vasil as he stood up, he continued. "And if it pops up that stuff from that Alex Dumbass guy again, maybe you can figure it out. That story sounds preem."

Maul had left the lounge momentarily and returned with a case in hand. He'd brought Ninette in the faraday case he'd stored her in but left her outside the ship. "Brought her just in case. That upload from before caused an itch I couldn't quite scratch. Thought this ship would prove a good scratcher." He said smiling as he passed by Vasil and Willow, heading towards the cockpit. He paid no mind to whether they followed him or not.

The cockpit was surprisingly standard when it came to decorative touches. Few things looked changed when compared to any other Saud ship. That said, the pilots seat was certainly custom, the material used to craft such a flashy ass rest looked to have cost more than Maul's entire collection of personal weaponry. Speaking of which, the weapons lockers along the walls appeared to be packed with quality instruments of destruction, that is if your idea of destruction comes in the form of maple or walnut with strings of nickel or nylon gracefully stretched along their length. Various guitars sat where guns were once intended. At a closer look, there were other instruments as well but his attention began to return to the task at hand at that point.

Underneath the front console, Maul had removed a panel to reveal the empty slot for the COVAS. After plugging it in and watching the LED’s on the box cycle as it came to life, he laid his head back on the floor and unsheathed his data slate to monitor any activity picked up from his laptop in the other room.

The small screen flooded with lines of text from the monitoring hardware. Willow, Vasil and Maul’s full names were displayed from some sort of facial recognition scan, as well as various health related notes on theeach of them. Notably, Willows hand that had been rebuilt with Nanotech. It seemed to use the same database as the commonly used Profile Analyzer that most commanders carry, to help build a portion of their profiles. Just as quick as the data compiled, it was gone. Discarded like a junk file. That’s when the upload started.

By this time Maul had already made it most of the way back to the lounge, though his attention stayed solely on the slate in hand.

“Guys, check it.” He said, tossing his slate towards a table near the sofa, causing it to maglock onto its surface, then picking up his laptop to show the two of them what had happened. “I think Ninette just profiled us, she wiped the data but I coattailed the upload back to its recipient and it led to….”

He clicked off the terminal to hide the jumbled strings of text and navigated to a Galnet page.

“…fuckin’ Olympus Village University.”
16 Aug 2024, 4:00am
Vasil said nothing for a few moments. A barely perceptible knitting of his brow and pursing of lips being the only indicator that he was silently flipping through scenarios and actions in his mind, sorting them out, and trying to determine which one would lead to a desirable outcome. In the end, all he came up with was the obvious. “So... whoever designed Goodness’ nanny COVAS is a Fed or at least working for them.”

“I suppose if we can determine who at OVU is getting the data we might be able to contact them and-“ Vasil stopped as heavyr barrage of thoughts landed, clearing another path to the objective. “Or... If nanny Ninette is reading biosigs and profiles looking for Goodness, can we trick it into thinking he is here? If it thinks one of us is Goodness, we might not need the passphrase.”
16 Aug 2024, 4:27am
“I just knew these cameras weren’t the typical but I dunno shit about all this medical grade hardware or how to manipulate the particular biosigs it’s looking for.”

He shrugged, then looked at Willow.

“Do you?”
16 Aug 2024, 10:36am
It sounded like someone had asked her a question, so Willow stopped playing with the remote she had found.

"Huh? What? Oh, right yes, and er, like no" she said letting the remote drift down to the sofa as a small drinks bar silently slid out of a wall behind her.

"So like, if you gave me a week, I guess I could come up with some sort of meat avatar. And if we disabled some of the scanning hardware the covas is using, well" Willow stopped mid-explanation because she had to move.

Three poles were sliding from the top of the small dance floor, and folding out until they hissed into place, looking as if they had always been there.

"Well" repeated Willow trying to work out what the poles were for "Er, I still think we'ed pretty much be ringing the bell yelling trick or treat in a plastic mask, you know?"

That conclusion sounds like it needed an explanation. Willow was a sensor diva, but most people just let a computer tell them what the reading meant.

"So, the data sensors of this grade can collect is like, deep, ok? The set-up on this ship puts a super-max prison to shame. Hell, for all I know the covas is listening to us saying, lol no way looser, your plan sucks"

At last Willow worked out why the little dance floor needed three retractable support struts. They were not for supporting the disco lights above.

"Ohhh" she said swaying side to side on the pole. "Oh!" followed, then she let go and wiped her hands on her overalls.

"So yeah" tuning back to the guys. "I guess, you have read the book with this prison in it Vee, so like, try to guess the passwords? And Em, you got a location for the data, so we could go there instead, and find out why a federal super university would want to know the viscosity of a minor nobels sinus fluid."
16 Aug 2024, 3:37pm
Vasil hoped getting into the COVAS might be as easy as cloning a security profile, but Willow shot down that idea with the facts about how the nanny system was functioning, and while her phrase meat avatar was innocuous enough, it conjured images equally amusing and disturbing. “I don’t think we need Dr. Willow von Frankenstein using her mortuary science to create a Creamy flesh golem. Mad science tends to get out of hand, and you might have to create some meat puppet pole dancers to keep him occupied.”

Vasil looked around the lounge as if some hidden password would be miraculously revealed like the poles. “It’s been a while since I read The Count of Monte Christo, and even after re-reading it anything I come up with would be wild ass guesses that might lock up the nanny COVAS, but I’ll see what I can come up with”

“Maybe we can get the COVAS designer to come to us,” he said, thinking aloud. “The ship is due to be auctioned as abandoned property right? What if we leave the COVAS in place. It keeps reporting that it is not finding Goodness on board and that the ship will soon be auctioned. My guess is that someone at OVU who knows about this COVAS would not want a random stranger getting their hands on it. All I have to do is drive up the bids to see who is desperate to get the ship.”
16 Aug 2024, 4:29pm
Willow was enjoying the mental image of herself in a big leather apron and a stupidly high hair style, commanding Igor-Maul to throw the big, wooden-handled toggle as galvanic machines cracked electric over her secret lab, casing Vasil to cover his shocked face with the back of his hand, and flee the lab screaming. The mention of a bidding war for the ship broke her daydream.

"NO!" bust out of Willow before she cold stop her self. She slapped her hand over her mouth as if she could shove the outburst back in.

Keeping anything like an auction for a ship belonging to someone Vasil was looking for, was imposable now she come to think of it. Of course he already knew the Honour Promise was being sold by Citi Gateway. She had planed on offering Citi Gateway a "fair price" for the ship ahead of the auction. That way, she could own all the soft things.

Oh, the ship was great too. Posh custom interior, and engineered to the max, but she reasoned if there were super soft throws and cushions out already, then there had to be a closet full of super soft throws and cushions somewhere, and she wanted them all.

Feeling real embarrassed, number one for her sudden outburst, and number two, for being on a pole dancers stage, Willow shuffled off hurriedly and hid her face from the guys busying her self with her computer and pad.

"Er, I mean yeah cool. Thats a real good idea Vee. Clever"
16 Aug 2024, 8:32pm
Willow’s sudden outburst caught Vasil by surprise and he took an involuntary half step back as if pushed by a sudden gust of wind.

“Whoa, it was just an idea, Willow. I’m full of them but that does not mean they are good ideas or will work.” In fact, many of his recent ideas had been failures. The biggest was with Lambast, which led to the current problem of needing to find Creamy.

He knew there were times his plans sometimes became so convoluted that they ended up wasting time and effort. Maybe this was one of them. “No ego here, so if anyone has a simpler, quicker plan, I’m all for it.”
16 Aug 2024, 10:32pm
"Your plan keeps me out of Fed space, which keeps me away from the ardent bounty hunters with my name on their shit list, so I'm game." Maul said, making his way back to the sofa to see what all the hubbub about the comfort was all about. He'd paid no mind to it a moment ago when he had sat on it but now taking a moment, he completely understood.

"Besides, if it all goes to hell, we still know where to look for the creator." He finished his statement with a sigh of defeat, knowing all to well that most plans he'd ever partaken in had never went as smoothly as he'd hoped. To say he could relate to Vasil when he spoke of being full of ideas but most not being particularly good ones, would be a massive understatement.

"I mean, honestly, if the creator gets regular updates from Ninette, I'm sure that us simply plugging it into a new ship after roughly a year was enough to stir the pot. This auction might just be the cherry on top that tumbles the tower." His idioms might have been messy but anything spoken with enough confidence is capable of sounding correct and powerful. This however was not the case.
16 Aug 2024, 10:50pm
"Sooo, we gonna take crack at the password?" asked Willow. "Because it's like, the auction isn't for another week, so that gives us time to read Count Monty, and try to work out what's the diff, you know?"

Calling up her audio book account, Willow had a look to see if she could buy...

"What's the book called again? I mean, we could do that, or like, be on Mars campus in like, half a day" And hey, don't worry Em. With your new eyes and my make up skills, We can make you look like a new man. Or a woman if you want. I got a lot of wigs for my other job, you know?"

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