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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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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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.

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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.

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.
03 Sep 2016, 9:45pm
Ryan wakes up in his ship after a much needed rest. Just in time too. He gets a message that some 'union' dock workers will be there in about an hour to load his ship with 10 special cargo canisters. He proceeds to exit the ship and head back to the little food service shop where he had eaten a little while earlier. Time to get something to go. As soon as this cargo was loaded Ryan and his Asp were headed out.
He turns the corner and proceeds in the direction of the food shop. That's when notices the big guy with the claw hand he had an awkward exchange with earlier and some other guy with a mechanical eye staring at each other. They both look tense. Then Ryan notices they have their hands near their weapons and he slows down. "Uh oh... this could get ugly."
"Oi! I don't know who you are...." Ryan hears one of them call out. It's only then he notices the third person standing a little off to the side.
"This has all the makings of a bad stand off." Ryan thinks. "Not something I prefer to be involved in.."
He starts to move on... and that's when he sees them. Two women. One of which is unmistakably wearing a Federal Navy service uniform advancing on him and the other 3 men. Both have their weapons drawn and laser sights on.
Ryan's hand darts to his concealed micro railgun. "SHIT!! They've found me!!


Last edit: 03 Sep 2016, 9:55pm
03 Sep 2016, 10:57pm
Nickolas eased his hand away from his holster.
"Easy, buddy," he said. "One-eye bandit ain't one of mine, but if he's going to start shooting, best make sure I can defend myself right?"
He looks Cartlidge who looks like he could snap at any moment. "I ain't looking for trouble."
How did muscles get the impression I work with One-eye bandit?

He turns his attention toward Rebecca and her companion, noticing a red dot on his torso.
Great... Now the Feds are involved.


Last edit: 03 Sep 2016, 11:23pm
03 Sep 2016, 11:22pm
Hersilias pace slowed as she heard one of the men start to speak. Her eyes flicked towards him then back to the advancing women, then to the huge man in white. Back to the man speaking.

"..best make sure I can defend myself right? I ain't looking for trouble." she overheard him say. She stepped forward a bit closer.

"I don't think any of us are looking for trouble and if you are, well you're a fool to try anything in a station like this." she gestured to the two women making their way over to them, weapons drawn.

"If this carries on station security..or those two.. are going to put us all is in a iso' cell. That means impounded ships. I for one don't want to pay the credits to get her back." she sneered slightly at the other two men.  

"I suggest you, take your hand away from your holster and go about your business elsewhere.. and you..." she looked up at the huge man.

"I don't know about you.. You need to learn how to use that." a gesture towards his claw-hand.
03 Sep 2016, 11:40pm
"Hey, big guy. You with the metal arm. Move your hands slowly behind your head.", Rebecca called out to Stryker while aiming her pistol.

The red point jittered a bit as it moved from his upper torso to his neck.

Lynn aimed at the blonde guy but a moment after he took his hand from, the red dot of her laser sight wandered to One-eye.

Rebecca had a ungood feeling about the person with the cane and the nervous looking black haired guy, but decided that metalarmguy was the bigger threat and kept her pistol aimed at him.
04 Sep 2016, 7:02pm
"Hey, big guy. You with the metal arm....." Ryan heard one of the advancing women saying. He quickly looked from one armed women to the other. Both of them had their weapons drawn and pointed.... but not at him. Maybe they weren't here for him. Maybe they didn't know about the bounty.
Ryan kept very still and watched the two of them. But he also reached into his pocket and closed his hand around the grip of his micro rail gun. He would hate to destroy his favorite jacket. But he would fire if he had to.


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04 Sep 2016, 8:51pm
The Umbra Vorago went through the mail slot slowly, guided by the Docking Computer and landed with not much more then a gentle nudge to the landing pad. Using it was grounds for jokes and snide comments by others, but he didn't give a damn.

Specially not in his current state of mind.

He had to get away from it all, from the thoughts that slowly turned him into something hideous. And where better to do such a thing then in a System ruled by anarchic powers? A place he barely knew though, it had been months since he last docked here. A smile crossed his face as he remembered how he met Judy.

"I wonder how she's doing out there, wouldn't mind sharing a drink or two and listen to her stories..." he thought to himself as he left the ship, wearing his EVA suit. He still retained the habit not to take off the helmet until he'd reach the bar. Also he wore no personal sidearm.

Considering the complications that could arise when he'd be exposed to another sudden mental breakdown it wasn't a good idea after all. And should he get injured or even die, that would take care of several problems at once.

He snorted. Yeah, it would take every problem away.

Nodding towards the docking crew he was still in deep thought and continued to walk on, paying little to no attention to his surroundings. Thus he didn't notice the people gathered in one area until his shoulder made contact with one of them.

"Sorry, didn't mean to..." he got out and then froze in place as he noticed the others and how tense everyone seemed to be.

Then he saw the two women with their guns.

"I swear, I paid my tab the last time I left here..." he thought to himself and waited how things would develop, crossing his arms before the chest.
05 Sep 2016, 12:34am
Cartlidge immediately took a stance upon noticing one of the women aiming at him. No longer able to resist, his arm was back in his pocket again, and as far as anyone could tell his attention had transitioned almost entirely from Stryker to the approaching woman. He hoped that now Stryker would finally realize he wasn't the threat.

His stance was refined, like that of a practiced fencer, with his right hand in his pocket and his left up, as if to express his intention not to cause harm. "Ladies," he addressed the two federal woman, "I am merely trying to go home. Neither this man nor I have commited any crimes here. We simply had a misunderstanding is all. If you would step aside I will gladly take my leave, and we can all go about our business without resorting to violence."

He was nervous. One man was easy enough to deal with, but half a dozen was a problem. What was worse was that a warning was going off in his ocular implant. One of the two women had a similar implant, meaning she would be a problem if it came to it.
05 Sep 2016, 1:01am
"Hey, big guy. You with the metal arm. Move your hands slowly behind your head..."

Stryker turned and saw the woman in the Federal Navy uniform. He took note that her sight was aimed at his neck. Moving slowly Stryker, obeyed.

"Okay, okay" He said to her, seeing that he could easily be the recipient of a metal slug.

As he raised his mechanical hand one of the talons hooked accidentally through the pin of the grenade hanging from his engineers utility belt. The one he picked up from Muninn earlier and had completely forgotten about.

A look of horror filled his expression as he watched the incendiary device arc up. The pin dangling from the claw. The grenade clanked on the ground with bounce and rolled to a stop at Rebecca's feet.


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05 Sep 2016, 1:12am
"Oh shit, that ain't good."
Nickolas makes a dash toward Rebecca, pushing her over and out of the way of the impending incindiary explosion. The grenade errupts into flame sending a wave of heat outward. Calhoun looks toward where Rebecca was standing.
"Shit Muscles! What the hell are you doing?? Last thing we want is to have to explain a dead Fed to a group of more Feds! You ought to be more careful, buddy," he exclaims to Stryker.

He stands back up, offering his hand to help up Rebecca.


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05 Sep 2016, 2:29am
A military green Imperial Courier glided through the mailslot and proceeded to land softly on the small pad next to where Stryker and Muninn sat. On the sides of the elegant ship were decals showing a shield with the Imperial bird in front of a sword and a set of scales, on the top and bottom were decals brandishing the symbol 天. The ship hissed as it depressurized and adjusted to the atmo in the station.

       After about a minute, a lone figure walked down the stairs from the ship's entrance. The male pilot wore a dark, lightly-armoured flight suit with a pacific-styled sword on his left hip and a pistol on his right thigh. The Remlok's helmet disengaged, revealing a lightly bearded face with blue eyes and a scar cut across his right eye.

       "That was quite the lightshow." Jubei said looking around. He spotted the crowd around the commotion and, resting an arm on the sword handle, he strolled over the people standing around the area.  "I came for a little R n' R and I land to find stuff explodin'. Anyone wanna fill me in on what's goin' on?"


Last edit: 05 Sep 2016, 3:02pm
05 Sep 2016, 2:48am
The most pimp-tastic purple Fer-De-Lance with pink fuzzy dice in the cockpit floats into the hangar bay and lands. It's bouncing on hydraulic landing gear and blasting NWA so loud it drowns out the sound of gunfire.

Cass, dressed in a knee length panda fur coat and purple suit, crip walks down the gangplank and across the battlefield, ignoring the shrapnel buzzing past his head. At the far side of the bay, he stops and picks up a cowering dock knocker.

Waggling his eyebrows, he says, "I'll show you the bubble if you show me your bubble."

Not waiting for a response, he crip walks back to his ship and up the gangplank, cackling like a maniac all the way, the dock knocker still in his arms.

A couple seconds pass before Cass sticks his head out the window of the Pimp-De-Lance to look at the dick measuring contest below, shouts "Ha! Gaaaaaaaayy," takes off, and boosts out of the mail slot, the bumping sound of gangsta rap trailing behind him.


Last edit: 05 Sep 2016, 6:28pm
05 Sep 2016, 6:12am
Hersilia observed silently as the two women approached and went through the actions of an arrest. The smaller man, Hersilia had now seen that his eye was augmented, took a defensive stance as the two women drew even closer. He said something about just wanting to go home. She'd heard that before, too many times. The huge man seemed to comply, slowly raising his arms behind his head. As he did so a slight sound of metal on metal caught her attention. She looked up towards the man's metallic hand, instantly her eyes widened in panic. Eyes darted straight down the the floor.

"Fucking grenade!" she shouted as she instinctively rose her left arm to her face as the heat blast knocked her from balance. Her body slammed into the ground and skidded along the station floor eventually stopping at a pair of feet. She looked up and recognized the face to whom the feet belonged. It was Ryan from the Light Horse Brigade. A brief smile crossed her face and she struggled to stand up.

"I suggest you make yourself scarce, lad. If the Feds are after you, they're about to find you." she wiped a little blood from her mouth and smiled.
05 Sep 2016, 10:36am
Maniac was just about to enter his ship to make some repairs when he hears an explosion nearby. He turns to where the sound was coming from & starts to make his way over there.

"Explosions going off on a station, not good." he said to himself as he began to run past a few of the docking crew.

When he got there, he immediately stopped to scan everyone. He noticed that most of the people near the explosion were from the bar & some that he hadn't seen before, which confused him greatly.

"This place just got a little more interesting." he thought to himself while carefully watching everyone in the vicinity.
05 Sep 2016, 2:16pm
A large clang reverberated through the floor, the Pilot before us didn't even acknowledge it. He could identify ships from their echo alone, and an Imperial Cutter always carried friends. It was rumoured that he could tell the exact troop composition, their entire on board arsenal, where they carried their pistol and even whether it had a round in the chamber in the places where medieval equipment was commonplace.

It is a long story how he came to have this ability, invariably the Federation were involved, their policy of labelling the children of enemy spies as PoWs had allowed them to use techniques on them, that many Federation citizens would complain if used on a dog. All above board of course.

The clang however, had set off a long buried memory in a distance part of the Pilots head, kept behind many locked doors, that were simply not designed to repress those kind of memories. The Pilots eyes widened ever so slightly, his hands chilled colder then death. A small bead of sweat formed on his head and rolled down, dripping from his brow to the 20th century style newspaper he had been reading. PTS is one of the most interesting conditions of the mind, requiring an absolute force of will and years of therapy to even partially resolve.

The Cmdr had access to only one of those, hence the stream of liquid running down his leg. His nano-circuitry sprang into life, cleaning and batheing him under the layers of his jumpsuit so profusely he wouldn't know it happened himself. A small advantage of having been rebuilt and remade in many images as the decades or centuries passed. He truly did not know his age. Had he sat there for a year or 5 minutes he couldn't tell you. He simply digested information and waited whilst his human aspect occasionally pissed itself or had an epiphany. That and it is quite possible, that the only human remnants of him, his heart, brain and lungs, were his driving force. Machines don't often move without cause.

The machine parts of him often referred to his human tendancies as annoyances. His human brain quietly thought to itself that the machine side of the equation was actually becoming supportive and making allowances for human errors or decisions. The truth of the matter is that indecision is the greatest thief of time, and by acceding, their efficiency would be increased. The machine did have a name, but they rarely dwelled on it. The memories on how he had become part of a machine was sadly tied to the Cmdrs destiny itself. Their entire lives having been little more then a dance around each other.

Today however, the machine, "Needles", was excited. Being able to plug into any ship with the right modifications allowed for a reaction speed thousands of a second faster then other pilots, whilst not sounding large, the percentage difference was important, and truly terrifying . However the additional weight often offset this slightly into the opponents favour.

Today they were taking a delivery, Needles being unable to travel without a scan identifying him in short order, had been underground for, well, was it 5 minutes or 5 years?

The station shuddered, a much smaller one from before. A particular ship being piloted remotely, landing on Platform 45 thousands of meters above his head. The echo of it coming down was unmistakable, the huge front mounted beam, capable of rending any shield that dared to attempt to use an SCB. 4 medium Multis carrying ammunition which was micro grams heavier then their usual counterparts, corrosive ammunition having extra thick housing.

The elevator shifted, thousands of meters shifted in a split second.

Still he didn't look up, he didn't need to look to see the jet black craft, with white wing borders and loadout to know it was there. But beneath the steely exterior, a smile briefly flickered and petered out. Thoughts of vengeance began to cloud his vision, and burn deep into whatever soul remained in his husk.
05 Sep 2016, 5:34pm
Instead of her hand the barrel of Rebeccas pistol shot towards Nickolas.

"Move back. Now." Her voice was icy as she said it.

"Get on your fucking knees and keep the hands up there, metal freak!" Lynn screamed. She pointed her pistol at Stryker now and the red dot visibly jittered on his chest.

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