Elite roleplay: Off station

OFF STATION

Your ship, deep space, anything that is not happening inside the Citi Gateway or Ingaba...

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.

2. Don't brute force your way into another persons RP.
Approaching with a conversation starter is fine, or indeed some other small action. However charging in, guns blazing and disrupting the flow of another person/pair/groups conversation/arc is about as rude as doing so in real life. If something is going on that you'd like to participate in, be subtle about it. Put out a gentle hook for someone to take, but again, be aware that said hook may not be taken. If you fear it was simply unnoticed, PM the person or people it concerns. Or even leave a message in the OOC forums.

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.

4. Accept constructive criticism gracefully and politely.
If someone spots an issue with your writings, they may wish to help you improve that writing. They may do this through PM or even publicly air their thoughts on the OOC forum. If they have taken the time to be polite and explain what is wrong with your writing, the best way to behave is to respond in kind, using the same manner they have approached you with. It means they have taken an active interest in what you have written and wish to see more. Basically, you have a fan!

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.
04 Aug 2021, 10:16pm
Aboard the Travesura Púrpura, Yolanta keys the comms to open a private channel with Tyrran Andor. She speaks in an urgent and irritated tone.

"¿Una grabadora de vuelo de respaldo? ¿Cómo fue que nuestro equipo de salvamento no pudo encontrarlo?"

("A backup flight recorder? How did our salvage team fail to find it?")
05 Aug 2021, 3:30am
DescartesI found a home for the supplies, everything in its proper place, collected all the rubbish I could find. It would have to be put off the ship for a refuse bot. At the bottom of the ladder Kohatu had emptied the food and medical supplies onto the dirty dock decking. I added it to the container.

Checking out Sams flight deck, found what I was looking for and reclined in the pilot seat. Tears came to my eyes as always, as the 'Pearl Fishers Duet' swelled to fill the flight deck.

Sam slept through several repetitions before I went to check on him. The I.V. was almost MT, had been running too fast. I figured one more litre over twelve hours should do it. Then he would no longer need gravity and maybe we could leave. I was about to plug in a fresh bag when my over-sensitive nose wrinkled. Had no choice, would have to shake him to wake him.

He was confused. "You need the bathroom. I can get you there, then you're on your own. Let me know when you're through. Try not to fall off the toilet this time." He was too dazed to be embarrassed. It didn't take much effort to get him back on his bunk afterwards.

Getting out of Sam's shorts, I pulled on a new pair of my own. Kohatu was right. I'd put on a little weight.

A message from Raglan. He was nearly at Gateway, sooner than I was expecting. Sent a reply to delay him for a day or two, trying not to make it sound important or urgent. Maybe I could fill him in with the bare essentials at the same as Sam.

I re-joined Bizet on the bridge.


Sam woke up lying on his bunk, his pain less intense than before. Manageable. Sitting up he realized music playing on the ship.

Opera music? Pretty

Sam looked around a bit gathering his bearings. A pair of crutches stuck out of a bin labeled 'Medical Supplies,' and next to his bunk Sam spotted a glass of water and some pills in a small cup.

Must be more pain meds, glad to know I won't be getting a shot anymore.

Sam took the medicine and sucked down the water as if he hadn't drank in a week. Refilling the glass and drinking two more cups of water Sam realized he had gotten up from his bunk walked across the room to the bathroom and was filling the glass again. He had used the crutches which now leaned against the bathroom sink.

Huh, would ya look at that. Well I'll shower and throw a suit on. I'm sure Descartes will be pleased she won't find me lying on the floor bleeding anymore... and she won't have to help me change anymore.

Sam showered and made his way back to the bunk, pulling on some clothes and his flight suit he made his way to the flight deck. Sitting in the co-pilot seat he looked over to a tear streak faced Descartes.

"Hey, you okay? Where we headed?"
05 Aug 2021, 12:29pm
From aboard his Mamba, Tyrran scowls, zooming in on the grainy image of Michael retrieving the backup from within his commander's chair.

"Mierda," he says. "The datacore was ruined in the blast. That backup is where the escape pod's life support module should have been. Does this man not care about his own life?"
05 Aug 2021, 1:27pm
"He has a tendency to be reckless," says Yolanta. "It is the quality which made him useful to Hathaway."

Yolanta follows Ridge's progress on her own monitor screen.

"This is an unexpected development. Ridge will almost certainly have told Vayle about the significance of the item he was carrying. It will all be on that flight recorder. It is imperative that we recover it before they can access the datacore."
05 Aug 2021, 1:48pm
Tyrran narrows his eyes.

"A pity. They seem a decent sort."
05 Aug 2021, 3:05pm
"Si, mi amor. They remind me of us."

Yolanta stares at the image of Michael Ridge on her screen. The image is fuzzy, despite being enhanced. She adjusts the field of view to include Veronica Vayle, still standing a short distance from the wreckage.

"Let us hope that we can take the datacore in time," she says. "Its contents must remain a secret. I do not wish to have to resort to a more drastic measure to ensure that they do."
05 Aug 2021, 3:37pm
Tyrran nods. "Let us set down, then. This should be done in person."
05 Aug 2021, 5:34pm
Sam came on to the flight deck, sat in the co-pilot seat and looked over.

"Hey, you okay? Where we headed?"

He was ghastly white.

"You're in no state to pilot a ship. Get us clearance and I'll do it. Do you like 'Madame Butterfly?"

It was fast, I managed to get him a ticket. We buckled up leaving the no-fire zone and mass-lock. I hit the frameshift drive, he was about to say something when it kicked in and I blacked out.

By the time I recovered the ship had made an emergency-stop. We were too near the sun, starting to cook, warnings wailing. I was breathless, aching in my chest and groin. I would have bruises.

"Where did you find that eff-ess engineer?" I shouted.

Yawing towards empty space I looked across at Sam. He was out of it. I unbuckled, half-floated over to him, flipped up his helmet and boosted the O2 'till he woke up."

This trip was going to take some time. He was worse than I thought.

"Your fuckin' FSD nearly killed us!" I shouted again. "Why didn't you warn me?"

I didn't wait for an answer, he was breathing heavily. I needed to get food and drink into him. Fresh cabbage soup for starters.

"We'll cruise in hyperdrive on autopilot for a while." I called back over my shoulder. " Get some rest, then I'll fill you in on Kohatu if you haven't figured it out for yourself out yet."


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05 Aug 2021, 6:29pm
"And take it by force, at the point of a gun? No, patán. I have no desire to cause harm to these people unless it is absolutely necessary. We must manage this situation with care."

Yolanta taps a button on her comms panel.

"Púrpura to Ridge," she says, speaking on the wing channel, "it is possible that the flight recorder suffered latent damage from the attack. The datacore may be corrupted. Attempting to access it without specialised equipment may only result in destroying its contents permanently. I recommend strongly that we take it to a starport which has the appropriate facilities."
05 Aug 2021, 6:34pm
"Yeah," says Veronica. "Sounds reasonable to me, Michael. We don't want to risk buggerin' the datacore by messin' about with it. Bring it back aboard the Egg, an' we'll be off. Besides, this place is beginnin' to give me the willies."
05 Aug 2021, 7:43pm
Michael considers, placing the datacore in his backpack. He looks up to the purple-tinted Mamba. A certain wryness enters his tone as he switches to general frequencies.

"Generous of you," he says. "Name the system and we'll be there. But I'm holding on to it."


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05 Aug 2021, 10:00pm
"Of course," replies Yolanta. "We will go to Cinder Dock in the Shenve system. Shenve is relatively close to our present position, and Cinder Dock is the base of the engineer, Chloe Sedesi. I know one of the technicians there. He will have the equipment we need to download the contents of the datacore in safety."
05 Aug 2021, 11:04pm
Michael nods.

"Cinder Dock it is. See you there."

He turns to climb down the wreckage, taking care to not tear his Maverick suit. Once he's down, he eases through the same entrance that he cut with his plasma torch, walking up to Veronica.

"Get all that? Things are looking up."
06 Aug 2021, 2:50am
"I was trying to warn you, you have to ease in to the jump. She's a quick one."

I tried to sit up straight in the co-pilot's chair, but winced in pain. After some shuffling I was in and reclined.

Alright, I definitely should rest. Descartes ain't a bad pilot, but I understand her frustration with not flying her own ship. The Serenity will treat her right if she show's some love to her.

"Okay, Descartes fill me in. I've picked up some of it, but what's really going on. Does it have to do with the funeral you had to run off to?"

I looked over at Descartes who was choosing another opera to play over the flight deck. She tilted her head and began to speak.

"Well Kohatu and his lackies...."

I tried to stay awake, but the pain meds were kicking in and my eyelids were getting heavy. A sweet Italian voice filled the flight Deck and I lost the battle over my tiredness.

Sam fell fast asleep reclined in the co-pilot seat. The crutches had fallen and were lazily floating around the flight deck near the co-pilot's seat almost dancing with the music. If it weren't for the five point harness Sam too would be floating around as well.
06 Aug 2021, 8:23am
"Definitely!" enthuses Veronica as Ridge approaches. "Come on, let's get back on board. Commander Pùrpura, give us a few minutes to get the black box safely secured, an' then we'll be on our way."

"Acknowledged," replies Yolanta.

Veronica and Ridge return to the Smelly Egg at a steady, almost nonchalant, pace. Once past the airlock they remove their helmets. With the wing comms link broken, Veronica's manner immediately becomes more urgent.

"My stateroom, quick! We ain't got long."

Without waiting for an answer, Veronica dashes along the corridor.


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