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.
12 Jul 2021, 2:41pm
Captain Mount got ready to address the passengers; he took a breath and reached for the mic. He caught his co-pilot out the corner of his eye pretending not to be interested in what Mount was doing. Sighing to himself, Mount leaned back and gestured towards the mic. The announcements were a part of the job he enjoyed, but he had to admit that the co-pilot the company provided had a voice like velvet gloved fingers intimately flirting with his ears.

The man didn’t hesitate in taking the mic and slipping into character, leaving Mount to monitor the autopilots’ navigation of the nebular.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. With the windows calibrated to filter the current stars' light, you will see we have arrived at the nebular. The dome on the solar deck is in the final stage of calibration and will be ready for star bathing poolside by the time our attendants have tamed the waters for zero gee”

“Tonight’s entertainment has a star-studded cast for all the family, and is just as stellar for the after-hours show. I personally am looking forward to the teeny weeny bikini and limbo evening on the observation deck”

“Your cabins are now entering the opening stages, and passengers are welcome to leave once the light is green. Aurora Stellaways would like to thank you for flying with us, and the crew of the Dawn-Chaser is pleased to be at your disposal”

Creamy put the announcements mic back in its slot and waited for the relief shift to arrive. The two crewmen that would be taking care of the Beluga while it drifted in the nebula logged onto the bridge and informally took command. Captain Mount left the bridge without dismissing Creamy, so he was forced to follow the captain. It was clear Mount had forgotten that Creamy was not allowed off duty until he was formally told to report to the personnel manager.

“A smooth if somewhat long flight, Captain. I should imagine you are looking forward to later lunch sir?” said Creamy in way of reminding him.

“I am Barns” answered Mount. Creamy had taken yet another alias. “You going to join us in the officers mess before going back on duty this time?” Mount snapped his fingers and stopped.

“Sorry Barns, I keep forgetting you’re a slave. You are dismissed, report to personnel”

“Thank you Captain” answered Creamy with a salute before turning on his heel and walking quickly but casually as possible to the slave’s quarters.

Cap in hand and jacket half off, Creamy bowled into the changing room to get changed for lifeguard duty. He overheard some new guys talking in whispers about having never seen someone in an officer’s uniform in slaves' changing rooms. Before Creamy could politely remind them that anyone can fall on hard times, a woman shouting his assumed name bellowed from the doorway.

“Johnathon Barns, get those ridiculously tight trunks off and get ya PJs” declared an official looking woman in skirted suit and data-slate cradled in her arms.

Creamy had never seen Shraddha without the slate in her hands. If she did take anyone to bed, he thought it was only so they could hold the slate for her while she personally took care of business. She was in charge of the slaves the company had supplied to Aurora Stellaways.

“Why, Miss Pannu, it is illegal to proposition people in your stable. Heavens, I may think you are taking advantage of me and feel intimidated into acting inappropriately in fear of a bad report” Said Creamy covering his groin and nipples after turning to face Shraddha Pannu.

The woman returned his cheeky smile with a flat, unamused death stair.

“Not in a thousand years Barns” Her Indian accent came through very strong, letting Creamy know she had noticed how what she had said could be interpreted, and saw the funny side. “No no, you have been reassigned to waiting tables tonight. So your rest period is starting after you have eaten; and you are eating now”

Creamys’ heart sank. If he was waiting tables, he was going to miss the real show “But I was down for pool duty. It’s the bikini and limbo night tonight. The best night of the flight”

Shraddha held her slate up and looked at it “Oh I see then. Don’t worry Johnathan I will change all the shifts to suit your desires”

He knew what was coming and Creamy cringed a little waiting for the ear bending.

“Oh, I just remembered, you are a slave and should do as you are told by your manager and I happen to be your manager. Isn’t it funny how things work out when you have no credits and need work agencies to keep you until you can look after yourself? Hmm”

The new men that were surprised to see an officer in the slaves' changing room were quiet, but everyone else was enjoying a stifled laugh at ‘Johnathans’ telling off.

“Yes Miss Pannu, I’ll get changed and join the lunch line post-haste. When am I to report for duty?” asked an obedient Creamy. Keeping your manager happy was always wise.

“Be at catering for six. You are on the captain’s table by request of some guests” said Shraddha with her noise back in her slate.

“Oh no, it’s Dame Argo-Rutherford and the Ladies of the Mulberry Bridge Club isn’t it. They are .. ..handsy to say the least” Replied Creamy with real worry tainting his voice.

The slate came down slowly revealing Shraddhas’ impatient shining brown eyes angrily glaring at Creamy once again.

“Do the nice old ladies scare you Johnathan? Maybe you would like to stay in the dorm tonight and add an extra few months to your contract while we find you a placement where old biddies won’t slap your delicate bottom. Oh do you know what I just realised Johnathan?” asked Shraddha casually.

“I just remembered, you are a slave and should do as you are told by your manager”
“I just remembered, you are a slave and should do as you are told by your manager” resighted Shraddha and Creamy together.

“Alright alright I’m going to lunch right now Miss Pannu, and then I’ll get in my cot and sleep” Creamy placated while he hopped towards the exit putting on a pair of trousers. Shraddha followed him out, still bending his ear. She liked Johnathan but he was a real handful.

“See that you do J Barns. You look over worked on the reports and I don’t want an investigation because of the hours you log”

Creamy was eating some sort of meat flavoured supplement with preserved vegetables when the two new men joined him at the table. They had opted for better food, but Creamy had time in a proper gym as a benefit in his contract. Things like better quality food and personal quarters would add even more time he would have to spend working for a slave placement company. Still, it took a bit of control for Creamy not to look longingly at the real meat and fresh vegetables they were going to have. The men were going to question him, so Creamy saved a little procrastination and went first; after all, he had to be in the dormitory cabin in ten minutes.

“Johnathan Barns, a pleasure to meet you” he said offering a hand across the table.

The new slaves mumbled their names and shook the offered hand. It was obvious to Creamy they were new to this and not yet found their stride. From the looks of their clothing they were on the care taking staff; cleaning and basic maintenance, meaning their contracts were probably going to last years. At least they were on a ship, if they were planet-side the contracts may never end.

“I know what you’re going to ask, and I ended up here through a conglomeration of calamities, poor timing and bad luck. Let me give you’re the headline events to shorten the tail. At the head of the line of disasters was my kidnapping and rescue. After that, I was fired from a prestigious job for being a risk to the company. Thankfully, they did agree to refurbish and send me a ship I had in storage with them, along with some personal effects and a small sum of credits in way of an apology. My Cobra didn’t arrive; it went missing between Robigo and Inara leaving me without even a shirt on my back. That had been taken from me by my kidnappers, don’ch know?”

Creamy checked the time. Keeping to schedule was very important for a slave, and to his manager. If Creamy missed his check-ins, more time would be added to his contract and add nothing to his release package. His manager would get it in the neck from the company that owned Creamys’ contract, and to many missed check-ins or complaints would earn a visit from the Imperial Slavers Association, and that was good for no one that obeyed the imperial slavery laws.

“Fortunately, being an imperial citizen, I let the closest labour management company know of my predicament and drew up a contract. After a bit of manual work, I was fortune enough to have my Pilots Federation qualifications as a Liner Pilot verified, and a co-pilots position was found soon after. That doesn’t mean I don’t put my name down for any shift I’m qualified for. Remember that chaps, the more you do, the sooner the fiscal side of your contract is fulfilled. If the company can find me a Captains' position, I’ll be contract free in a few months. Fingers crossed ay?”

Creamy jammed the last few green beans into his mouth and gave the new guys a little bow before jogging out of the small dining hall. He had a little over two minutes to log in at the dorm.
12 Jul 2021, 4:02pm
Sam shaken awake by Descartes he winced at pain all over his body and began inspecting all the tubes and wires on him.

Descartes said, "Sam, I have a funeral to go to. I have a fast Viper at Jameson, do have anything fast closer? If so, I need to borrow it"

Good, I can trust her. She could have just dumped my body and flew into the black. I'll have to thank her somehow for this.

Suddenly realizing he was asked a question

"What the hell are you talking about? No I don't"

Descartes headed for the door of the hospital room, "I'll explain when I get back," she said

Smirking a little Sam said, "So you're coming back."

"OH WAIT!"

She stopped a moment and looked back into the room.

Sam tossed a set of keys to her.

"Sell the asp and buy a Viper. Tell them it's for me and they'll charge my account; outfit it for as fast as you need."

She caught the keys and walked out.

Hopefully she gets back soon. I hate hospitals...

Sam laid back into the hospital bed and let himself rest. Blackness again taking his consciousness.

This time though he had a smile on his face as he fell asleep.
12 Jul 2021, 6:07pm
"I ain't so sure about that," replies Veronica as the FSD engages for another jump. "About it bein' GL's mistake, I mean, not about the clown suits. Knowin' what we now know, I wouldn't be at all surprised if the transfer of your ship to Colonia 'adn't been arranged by the Chapter'ouse of Inquisition. Managed, like our memories."

Veronica consults the navcom and keys in some commands.

"We'll go to Mildeptu," she announces. "It's another couple of jumps from 'ere. An independent system, industrial economy, medium security. One coriolis, Buchli City. An' no Imp factions present."

She locks in the course and engages the FSD.


Last edit: 14 Jul 2021, 10:18am
12 Jul 2021, 7:54pm
Buchli City looms before the Asp Explorer, the ship making its way toward its entry slot. Michael shifts in his seat, eyeing the passing vessels.

"Not a single one of Gutamaya's snobjobs," he remarks. "I like this place better already."
12 Jul 2021, 8:35pm
Veronica guides the Smelly Egg onto its allotted landing pad, then powers down as the ship is lowered and positioned in its hangar.

"I'll just get my jacket," she says, rising from her seat, "an' we can be off."

Several minutes later, Veronica and Ridge disembark from the ship and stride across the hangar to the row of lifts. Vetonica kicks a discarded plastifoam coffee cup, sending it spinning slowly through the air in the low gravity environment. It hits the bulkhead with a dink before fluttering down to the deck once more, landing neatly on top of a flattened pizza box.

The lift takes Veronica and Ridge up to the terminal concourse.
12 Jul 2021, 9:59pm
The lift doors open. Michael and Veronica step through, looking for all the 'verse like the rogues they were. Michael gestured to a far office front.

"GL is right over there. Let's get some answers."
12 Jul 2021, 10:12pm
"Ooh!" says Veronica, affecting a tremble in her whole upper body. "I don't 'alf love it when you go all masterful an' macho."

She squares her shoulders and puffs out her chest.

"C'mon, Vayle," she drawls in an approximation of Ridge's accent. "Let's get some answers and then get the hell outta here."

She gives Ridge a quick salute, then giggles and follows him to the service desk of Galactic Logistics.


Last edit: 13 Jul 2021, 8:16am
13 Jul 2021, 9:39am
Michael exhales as he walks, controlled and slow. Veronica's giggle echoes in his ears.

Hell, maybe I'm the one who opted to have my mind wiped after working with her.

Man and woman arrive at the Galactic Logistics counter. It is a simple affair, with a few pilots conducting their business at automated terminals, a bored-looking clerk behind the counter. Michael walks up to her, pulling out his Imperial identicard.

"Name's Michael Ridge. Needed to check up on a ship transfer."
13 Jul 2021, 11:19am
Veronica remains silent, merely giving the GL counter clerk a pleasant smile.
13 Jul 2021, 2:05pm
The clerk accepts Michael's identicard and slides it into a car reader, typing on a holo-keyboard, her eyes darting from one holoscreen to the other. She purses her lips and continues typing finally ejecting the card and handing it back.

"I'm sorry, captain Ridge... but I'm showing no record of your ship ever being transported by us. In fact, you don't even seem to have an account. Are you *certain* that your records are correct?"

Michael opens closes his mouth, glancing at Veronica and producing his dataslate. His pulls up the correct message and slides it across the counter.

"It's all here. Or at least it *seems* to be."

The young woman studies the message for a moment, her brow furrowed. Finally she looks up.

"I'm sorry, captain... But this didn't come from us. We, well... we simply don't make mistakes like this. And if we did, we certainly wouldn't force a customer wait an entire month! I honestly don't know what to say."
13 Jul 2021, 3:03pm
"No," says Veronica, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully. "No, I'm sure you wouldn't. So, when a ship is transferred, the receiving port authority always sends a notification to Galactic Logistics to confirm the delivery. But if GL didn't arrange the transfer, as seems to be the case 'ere, any notification would show up as a mismatch. Is it possible for you to check the records for such a notification for Captain Ridge's ship? An' if there is one, where did it come from?"
13 Jul 2021, 3:10pm
The clerk again scrutinizes the message, shaking her head.

"Oh, I'm confident that this didn't come from us. It's an utter breach of policy to handle a mistake this way. Captain Ridge's ship would have been returned in a matter of hours, not weeks."

She looks up, concerning her features.

"I can't be certain of what's going on, but... have you tried contacting Authority about this?'

Michael is silent for a moment.

"We, uh... didn't have much luck with them."
13 Jul 2021, 3:32pm
"So... you can't check for a mismatched notification of receipt?" Veronica smiles at the clerk. "You know, just to be certain, like?"
13 Jul 2021, 3:37pm
The clerk types the relevant information into the computer screen. She frowns.

"A search for a Krait Mk II named the Misadventure comes up with nothing. No receipt, no manifest, nothing. I'm sorry. There's simply nothing that can be done."

Again, she furrows her brow.

"It seems like Authority could pull up recordings of who has entered you ship and when it's departed its hangar. I really do recommend that you speak to them."

Michael rolls his eyes.
13 Jul 2021, 4:00pm
"Okay," replies Veronica with a nod. "We'll do that. Ta for yer 'elp, love. Come on, Ridge."

Veronica wanders away from the GL counter and sits on a nearby bench, next to a large artificial potted fern.

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