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.

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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.

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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.


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.
05 Sep 2016, 5:36pm
Jubei looks to the mailslot and smiles to himself.

"Ya know... I like that guy. He's got pizazz and style." he laughed and then turned his attention to the issue at hand.
05 Sep 2016, 5:38pm
Heathen stepped out of the bar and looked around. "Ahhhhhhh fuck sake Muninn. Why the hell did you leave that grenade? Now Marras gonna be pissed one of her muscle men is involved."

Muninn raised his hands in defeat. "How was I meant to know he was gonna pick it up??"

Heathen shot him a glare then looked back. "Let's watch from here. Not our fight right now and I don't want to attract Fed attention."
05 Sep 2016, 8:04pm
The moment he realized what was dropped, Coragon turned away and braced for the impending explosion.

Getting caught in the shockwave his body was hauled backwards and into the wall, pressing the air out of his lungs and making him fall to the ground.

Dazed, he remained on the floor, trying to collect himself.
05 Sep 2016, 8:40pm
Jubei looked at the dazed man lying on the hanger floor. He wasn't moving but he was breathing. Thus, Jubei ran to the man's side and knelt down to check him over.

"You ok bub?" he asked the man, seeing he was conscious. "Do you want me to call the medics?"
05 Sep 2016, 8:53pm
Calhoun flinches as the gun is pointed toward him "Okaaay then, that's how you thank a guy who just saved you from turning into a ball of fire," he points to Lynn, "and your friend over there a shitload of paperwork."

He maintains a staunch posture. "Now are we going to resolve this or just keep pointing guns at each other, because I am getting a little tired here, and someone might wanna call the medics. I would do it myself but the lady here pointing a gun at me seems a bit jumpy."
05 Sep 2016, 9:39pm
"N...No...I think I'm..fine..." Coragon got out, though the voice coming through his helmet was less then reassuring.

Leaning up on one elbow first, he put his back against the wall and remained seated for a few more moments.

"What the hell is going on here?" he got out, looking up to the man who tried to help.
05 Sep 2016, 11:00pm
Ryan watched tensly as things began to unfold. Then he saw the grenade go flying up through the air from the big guy's claw hand. Immediately Ryan drops to one knee, flips the lever on the underside of his belt buckle, and presses the button. But instead if the faint flash of the shield activating he gets the high pitched whine of the capacitors charging up.
Now Ryan starts to panic. "Seriously?!? My life is going to depend on the quality of these capacitors? Come on! That grenade is going to go..."
*FOOM* A faint green bubble surrounds Ryan. And just in time. Because a split second later the grenade explodes sending razor sharp shrapnel and a blast wave on all directions. Ryan instinctively ducks and covers his head with his forearm. He hears the static sparks from his personal shield as it deflects all of the shrapnel. As the smoke clears he looks around surveying the situation.
"Holy cow! How is everyone else still alive? Are they 100% cybernetic? That grenade should have killed them all!"
He looks down and recognizes Hersilia from the bar. She warns him to make himself scarce. Ryan helps her to get to her feet. "It's ok." Ryan says. "I don't think they know who I am or that they're here for me. Besides. They seem completely caught up and arresting those two."


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05 Sep 2016, 11:23pm
As Cartlidge waits for the woman's reply he notices Stryker raise his hands to his head, followed by the metal plink of the grenade hitting the floor. Naturally it stopped rolling just before Cartlidge was outside the blast radius.

"Fucking shit Stryke-" The detonation cut him off, sending him flying backwards, where he landed just to the left of the masked woman behind him, the same one that had shouted "Fucking grenade!" moments before the detonation. She was saying something, but he couldn't tell what or to who, since the detonation had knocked his hearing out.

The first thing he noticed was the instant headache of landing on the hard metal floor, the second was the sharp, hot pain emanating from his left shoulder. His first thought was shrapnel.
"Great. I always get hit with shrapnel." He thought, but unfortunately that wasn't all. His left shoulder was on fire.
"Fuck! Not the jacket!" He shouted as he pulled it off of himself, pulled out the thing he had been hiding in his pocket, and started trying to suffocate the fire to recover the jacket. Hopefully it was salvageable.

Surprisingly enough, the thing from his pocket seemed to be a simple personal defense weapon, a stun pistol to be exact, but appearances can be deceiving.
06 Sep 2016, 12:42am
Stryker instinctively hit the deck raising his arm to protect his face. The explosion knocked him backwards, there was a sicking crack as back of his head smacked hard on a sharp metal protrusion sticking out of the wall. It ached something fierce. The protective arm and shoulder twanged with pain from shrapnel that embedded itself in his meaty flesh.

His vision started to blur; he vaguely heard one of the women call orders at him, but nothing made sense. He touched his head, and inspected the hand and noticed it was covered in blood. The sicking aching pain from his head became all consuming and he slumped over into a heap.

In his dimming vision he saw a vibrantly purple Fer-de-Lance fly overhead with pink fuzzy dice dangling from the canopy. It was too ludicrous to be real. This must be it... He thought. I'm dying... And the chariot to the afterlife was an asshole-mobile, painted purple of all things.....Figures.... His thoughts became more fuzzy. He watched it land through watery vision and saw a man in a panda fur coat crip walk down the gang plank. You got to be shitting me? Death is a fracking pimp, and hes coming to collect? Irony...... his eyes rolled up, blood seeping from his ears and nose collecting into pool on the hard metal surface produced from the head wound. He slipped into the cold embrace of unconsciousness.


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06 Sep 2016, 1:07am
"Damned if I know. I was hoping you'd have a better idea than me." Jubei said. "My name's Jubei Himura. I was rather hoping for some relaxation after my travels."

He looked toward the two federal ladies and squinted, seemingly in thought.

"Hm, one of those ladies looks familiar to me..." trailing away, Jubei mumbled something about "...six years...".
06 Sep 2016, 5:49am
Ryan looks around surveying the aftermath of the blast. Several people are laying on the ground. He watches the big muscled guy reach around and feel the back of his head. The hand he pulls back is covered in blood. He looks at it, then slumps over and falls to the floor.
"Awe man... he wasn't the nicest of guys but he doesn't deserve to go out like this."
Ryan runs over and kneels by him. Feeling his neck he searches for a pulse. He finds one... but very faint. One of the Federal officers is still pointing her gun at the downed man. "Seriously?!" Ryan shouts at the woman. "Put your damned pistol down and help me here or you 'll have a lot more paperwork to fill out explaining why someone you tried to arrest ended up dead!"
Paperwork... funny how THAT is what prompts her to lower her weapon. Having to deal with the bureaucracy.
"Ok muscles... you look like a fighter. Well.. time to fight for your life... literally." Ryan pulls a small needled vial out of a tiny first aid kit on his belt. He jams it into the man's arm.
"Hopefully that will buy you enough time."
Ryan taps a few numbers into his wrist communicator. "Hello?! Yeah we need a med team to the docking bay right now. There are several injured here due to some kind of blast. What kind? Uh... I don't know. Something went boom and there are injured people here! We need a med team now! Yeah... thanks."
The med team was on its way. But so was station security.
"Hang in there big guy." Ryan says.
06 Sep 2016, 5:59am
When Hersilia got back up to her feet she surveyed the damage which the grenade had caused. People had been flung in different directions, luckily not many were hurt but when she caught sight of the huge man her jaw dropped slightly at his condition. Ryan quickly ran over to his side. As her ears stopped ringing she heard the shouts of the two women towards a man she thought she had seen before...the blast had confused her some.

"I'll try my best to sort those two out.." she started to walk over towards the women who were still shouting and giving orders, leaning a bit more on her cane now. Several more people seemed to be watching from the outskirts, she felt uneasy. As she approached the two women she spoke and flashed her Federal ID towards them to try and ease the situation.

"What's this man done?" she said in a stern tone. Her face was scorched from the grenade blast and as she moved to put her Federal ID away she noticed she had a huge piece of shrapnel sticking out of her left forearm. She ignored it for now, keeping her attention on the man who had been forced to his knees by gunpoint and on the two seemingly trigger happy women.

"..and where the fuck did he get that grenade" she murmured to herself with a quick glance over her shoulder towards the now bleeding man in white.
06 Sep 2016, 7:13am
Calhoun looks toward Ryan, shaking his head. Did that guy really just take my paperwork joke?
06 Sep 2016, 7:31am
Lynn lowered her gun for a second then she aimed it at Stryker again. Several warzones had teached her to expect the worst, even from injured people.

"Sadly there isn't an option for 'The suspect attempted to throw a grenade after the arresting officer.' on the paperwork, so I'll just tick the option 'Resisted arrest.'." Lynn sounded pissed a lot.

Rebecca lowered her gun aimed at Nickolas and turned to Hersilia. She showed a federal ID in her direction.

"Ma'am, it wasn't planned to arrest him originally. But now we're having him for 'attempted assault' and a variety of other charges. We're just waiting for station security and their technician to disable that ... thing he has instead of an arm there.

Rebecca looked over to Cartlidge and saw him being occupied with the burn holes in his jacket, holding something her eye identified quickly as a stun pistol. She turned her attention towards him, and raised her pistol a bit.
06 Sep 2016, 7:58am
Heathen slid his axe away and produced a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. Lighting up a smoke, he watched everything with interest. "Well, well, Feds making an arrest in Independent territory. What makes them think they have a right?" Spitting on the floor Heathen grinned. "Muninn, get Little Crow to have some fun, I hate the bitch, but them more so."

Muninn smiled and tapped on his headset. "Hey, May, leave the ships and find Fed signatures, play with them."

Muninn turned and nodded at Heathen. "She'll find something."

Heathen snorted and spat again. "Let's go introduce ourselves shall we?" Picking himself from leaning against the wall, Heathen started to stride as best as he could up to the group, taking his hands out of his pockets to show they were clear.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems we have a misunderstanding here and a couple of Feds that have forgotten where their jurisdiction ends!!! Now I always have a nice bottle of Cubeo Gold on ice in Huginn, maybe a bottle of Pegasi Moon for those less inclined to Imperial Whiskey. What do you say? Get big guy here patched up, breath and get to know each other?"

Nodding to Jubei, he continued. "Sir Jubei here can attest to the fact I always have a nicely stocked ship, and brute as I may be, it is my custom to be welcoming." Bowing at his general audience, he grinned his smokey and slightly tipsy grin.

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