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.

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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.
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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.
31 Jul 2021, 7:08am
Sam Slept for what felt like days to him. When He awoke he found Descartes meditating. He smiled and though to himself,

Even with all the bickering we've been doing for the past few weeks its nice to know I can count on someone. Descartes is a good person. I hope she sees me the same. It's been a rough couple of weeks, but we're both alive and still flying.

Sam sat up gritting his teeth, bearing the pain of his injuries.

"Hey, Descartes. Help me to the cockpit. Let's get out of here. Do you want to go back to the gateway or do you want to head off from here? Look, I know it's been a rough couple of weeks. And I really appreciate you helping me. You could have left me for dead."

Sam tried to bow, but even standing was pushing his limits. His bandages were slowly filling with blood and would need replacing soon.

"Thank you."

Sam straightened and took a few steps unassisted before catching himself on the wall.

Breathing heavily he said, "He- Help me get to the cockpit and I can fly us where ever you want. I may not be able to walk very well at the moment, but my hands still work. And I really don't care if anyone is after you. Salvage jobs are salvage jobs I get it. Sometimes people get mad and want petty revenge for you getting to the salvage first. Do you have any idea why the imperials would be interested in you? This Kohatu guy seemed pretty serious. At any rate I'm here... to pilot, to fight, hell just to listen if that's what you need. By the way what are you doing? Meditating? Can you show me how? I hear people talk about it, and talk about how it's good for body and mind and soul, but usually those people are a little out there ya know?"

Sam found himself rambling.

"Sorry, I'm talking too much. Help me get to the cockpit and we'll egress. And this time you'll be right next to me. No fish bowl this time haha"

He let out a small chuckle and then began coughing from pain in his stomach.

"Oh Shit, laughing sucks... anyway, c'mon help me up there."

Sam held his hand out and waited for her to respond, open her eyes, or even move from her seated meditative position.
31 Jul 2021, 6:38pm
Sam was still out of it. Best thing for him, but sooner or later he would wake up hungry.

I tried again to meditate and for the second time I opened my eyes to find him trying to say something, bleeding again, rambling about getting him into the cockpit and flying his ship to Giti Gateway.I supported him back to his bunk. He was rambling again.

"You're not going anywhere 'till you stop bleeding all over the place. Can you imagine the mess in zero-g." I don't think he heard me.

I changed his dressings. His shorts were stained with blood and urine. I managed to get them off and clean him up. Lucky for me his bowels hadn't opened.

We needed fresh food. More medical supplies. I needed to get my few things from the Viper. I would have to leave him and go out. Dumping our clothes in the auto-mat to be washed and sterilised I took another shower and forced myself into my remloc.

My comms buzzed blue - banking. I had to double check the balance, surely a mistake. I had suddenly become wealthy, a transfer from a number I recognised. The Old Man. Seems I received ten-percent of his 'estate'. It was unexpected and I was stunned, but then he always had been generous. It put my future in a new light.

For once in a long time I checked the rest of my messages, something I rarely did - they went back months. Trade runs, contract offers, the usual. And some unusual, personal contacts. Those were rare. One from Regan, no, Raglan. Doing well for himself - I knew he would. I have fond memories of our few weeks together. He was on his way to Citi Gateway for some R & R.

Gateway again. I noted the coincidence and went to shop.


Last edit: 01 Aug 2021, 12:07pm
01 Aug 2021, 8:49am
Sam woke suddenly in searing pain. His I.V. had run dry and the pain medication finally wore off.

"AGH!"

He sat up and removed the I.V. Wrapping his arm in some gauze and medical tape he searched the cabin for Descartes.

She was gone.

A sudden pang of hunger struck his stomach and he grabbed his gurgling, aching stomach.

Maybe she left to get food...

He caught a whiff of his under arm and recoiled. Looking around the room he saw the closet open, a shirt and some boxer shorts taken off the rack. On the ground next to some food wrappers and empty containers, the medical kit lay open with packages of gauze, tape and other medical supplies strewn about the bedroom of the cabin.

Shower first, then I'll see if I've got any food stuffs in the emergency rations kit.

Wait - did Descartes change my shorts?


He looked down at newly applied bandages, only slightly bloodied, and a clean pair of shorts.

Huh... I'll have to thank her for that.

Sam stood up...

Then fell to the ground hard.

"Oooof. Dammit!" He slammed his fist against the ground. After a moment of heavy breathing and psyching himself up to the pain he was about to endure he crawled to the bathroom. A towel hung on the rack, still damp, and another lay folded on the bathroom counter.

Alright, let's do this.

Sam made into the shower after what seemed like a century of: crawling across the bathroom floor, using the toilet, and dropping himself into the shower. He sat himself against the shower wall and just stared at the opposite wall; His mount Everest, three feet, the shower controls. As he sat forward Sam noticed the blood trail he made from the bedroom to the bathroom.

Shit... She's gonna kill me for that mess. Sill, I need to clean myself up.

He rolled forward, trying to catch himself on the shower floor only to slip from the residual water from Descartes' prior shower and slamming his face on the ground.

A muffled, "Oww," came from his face. After some pained groans and piercing cries from pain Sam sat up and achieved victory! He reached the shower controls. As the water finally fell on him he made his way back to the opposite wall to enjoy the pressurized water. Cold, then hot, then the perfect in between water temperature was splashing over him. He didn't care about the blood washing down the drain. He didn't feel he was bleeding heavily, but he was still bleeding.

A sigh of relief, "Ahhhhh...." and relaxation washed over him.

That's so nice....

Alright, now to...

get clea-


Sam fell to one side in the shower, the water splashing on his unconscious body. Too much blood loss? Shock from the pain? He didn't know, and wouldn't know until he woke up again....


Last edit: 01 Aug 2021, 9:42am
01 Aug 2021, 4:48pm
Picked out the first one as soon as I left the docks. Making no attempt to be discreet in an open jacket and loose tie he walked almost parallel to me. They always knew exactly where I was. The second was better, I heard his voice close behind me.

"Nice suit Descartes, getting a bit tight around that pretty little ass."

'Still an arsehole watching butts, 'nani mo kawara nai'. I kept walking but couldn't stop myself responding to the taunt over my shoulder.

"You're Japanese is getting better! For you, my friend, 'subete ga kawaru'."

'You're not my friend Kohatu." The suit was alongside me.

"Don't be so hasty, you' lost all you're friends in high places now the Old Man's gone. A great loss, he was always so generous. And polite, unlike his whore. A shame she didn't get to his funeral in time."

I breathed deeply, unsuccessfully trying to calm my rising anger. "Get to the point shit-head, what do you and your new boyfriend want?"

"We could forget everything for fifty percent of everything. We could all make a fresh start."

They were either side of me now. Kohatu in his habitual leather jacket. I kept walking. 'Sounds like a deal' I said. Then they were gone. There was no chance of a deal, he would keep coming back for more. Until he was dead.

I eventually regained my composure, found everything I needed in the way of food, medical supplies and clothes. It would all be delivered. Hurried back to Sam's ship.


"Oh Shit!"

He was unconscious in the shower, it was still running. Pink water flowing down the drain.

"I don't need this."

Dragging him across the blood-splattered floor to his bunk, I changed his dressings again. Cleaned him up again. Got his wet shorts off again. Plugged him in again, gave him another shot. Left him on the floor with a cover over him and a pillow under his head. Cleaned up the mess, showered myself and put on the last pair of his shorts.

Kohatu was right, I need all the friends I could get. Squirted of a message to Raglan - maybe we could meet-up at Gateway.

The ship ladder rattled. The delivery. "Can you bring it up?" He could help me get Sam back onto his bunk. Got a top on just in time.


Last edit: 02 Aug 2021, 6:41pm
02 Aug 2021, 2:36am
"Dareda to omoimasu ka?" Kohatu and Anderson came walking up the stairs holding boxes.

Kohatu in an obvious faked jovial tone, "Special Delivery!"

He dropped the box of supplies and chuckled, "Saw the delivery guy and paid him double to let me take over this one!"

Sam stirred by the boxes dropping onto the floor.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing here? Get off my ship Asshole! Oof."

Kohatu gave him a kick, "Fuck off, I did the nice thing and decided to deliver Descartes' order for you two to your ship. And this is the thanks I get? You know what? You don't need all this do you? I'll just take some of it for 'Our Deal.' How's that sound sweetie?"

He nodded his head towards Descartes and took a box of food and pointed to some medical supplies for Anderson to take. Anderson stuck staring at Descartes, who was still wearing Sam's shirt and shorts, was shaken out of his adolescent stupor by Kohatu's snapping.

"Till next time!" He called as he walked off the ship.

There was plenty of boxes remaining, but Kohatu made his point, and he was gone.

Sam sat up against his bunk, "Why were those two assholes here? What did he mean by 'our deal?' Level with me Descartes, I literally put my life on the line for you, why are these guys all of a sudden so chummy and talking to you like they've known you for years? I understand if you don't want to get into all the small details of your past, but I need something. I like you Descartes, but I need to know about the skeletons in your closet that are following us. Look, we're two peas in a pod, we work well together, I see us being great friends and flying into the black to make new discoveries, or even just flying out there to get some time away from all this political bullshit. Point is I need more to go on hun. I'm here, 100% but I need to know more so I can help more."

During his rant Sam managed to get onto his bunk with Descartes' help and he was gently holding her face with one hand before he slowly drifted back to sleep on his bunk. His arm falling as if gravity suddenly overtook it. The shot finally kicked in and he was sleeping heavy.


Last edit: 02 Aug 2021, 3:32am
02 Aug 2021, 3:55pm
Raglan's communicator beeped and he flipped on the main screen.

It was a message from Descartes which took him by surprise. He hadn't expected a reply.

"Could do with seeing a friendly face, maybe we can meet up at CG"

Why did he feel something was wrong?

He responded
"Currently docked at Webb City, will be heading to the Gateway later today. I'll send the dock number once I arrive. Hopefully see you soon"

(Will continue in Roleplay: The docks)
02 Aug 2021, 8:50pm
(continued from The Docks)

The Smelly Egg jumps repeatedly, first traversing and then leaving the Bubble, each jump taking it further and further away from human-settled space. Michael is silent for the trip, a look of hard concern growing upon his features with each new star. The hollow rectangles of Andor and Purpura's Mambas flew by, the trio of ships taking on stellar fuel to prepare for the next leg of the trip.

Mambas... Fast. Deadly. But not exactly an explorer.

Michael glanced upward, to where Veronica was sitting in the command chair.

It's got to be driving Vayle crazy to be making these short jumps.

He turned to his side, the navigation holopanel shimmering into view.

And where the hell are we going?
03 Aug 2021, 11:22am
"Where the ruddy 'ell are we goin', Toby?" mutters Veronica to herself. "It definitely ain't lookin' like Colonia, which is just as well. I don't think I could be arsed with goin' all that way just now. But we are outside the bubble, though, an' still movin'. We ain't pointin' towards the Pleiades, neither. I 'ope these two ain't leading us into some kind of trap. That would really piss me off. An' you know 'ow I get when I'm pissed off, don't yer."

The FSD spools up for another jump, slaved as it was to the command from the Travesura Púrpura. Veronica shakes her head in frustration as the Smelly Egg enters witchspace once more.
03 Aug 2021, 2:11pm
At last the Smelly Egg arrives at it's destination, refueling at the final star, it's instruments updating as new coordinates are transmitted from the Travesura Purpura. The trip of vessels bank away from the stat, travelling at superluminal speeds across the system, creeping up in a remote planet with a methane atmosphere. A spot is designated on the planet, Michael and Veronica straining to see any landmarks of significance as their ship glides into the thin atmosphere. At last it throttles down into cruising speed, a desolate alien tundra stretching out before them.

In the far distance, sickly green insectoid lines reach into the sky, a familiar, city-sized pinwheel jutting up from the soil. Michael blinks.

"Mother of God," he breathes. "We were here?"
03 Aug 2021, 2:41pm
I 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.


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03 Aug 2021, 3:56pm
"Apparently so," says Veronica. She follows the pair of Mambas as they guide the Smelly Egg towards the ominous-looking structure. It appears eerily still and quiet. Veronica barely blinks her eyes, watching the alien complex for any signs of movement.

The voice of Yolanta Púrpura suddenly rings out on the comms, startling Veronica.

"Do not be concerned about the structure ahead," says the Iberian woman. "There is no one home. We are quite safe for the time being. Approach to a distance of five kilometres, then commence a circumnavigation of the complex at a height of five hundred metres. Keep your speed low and your eyes open. Tyrran and I will monitor the progress of your search."

"Search?" asks Veronica. "What are we searchin' for? What 'as this to do with Ridge's ship?"

"Follow my instructions, por favor. All will become clear soon."
03 Aug 2021, 5:14pm
Michael chuckles.

"Should have told them that you're not the order-taking type."

He peers out the canopy glass.

"I do wonder what the hell we're doing out here..."
03 Aug 2021, 7:07pm
"Yeah," replies Veronica. "Me an' all."

The Smelly Egg continues its lazy lap around the alien city, the vessel's distinctively guttural computer-generated engine noise reverberating around the flight decks. Above and behind are the two escorting Mambas, shadowing the Asp Explorer with an easy precision.

"I think," muses Veronica, "that this place 'as got to be where you an' me came to with that piece of alien tech. You know, the thing the Inquisition wanted you to destroy. Which implies that this is where we was nearly killed by someone wantin' the tech for themselves, an' where our two amigos up there appeared in the nick of time to save our lives. But that can 'ardly 'ave been a coincidence, given 'ow far away we are from 'uman civilization. No, it only makes sense if--"
03 Aug 2021, 8:44pm
MIchael's eyes widen as Veronica expounds. He leans in his seat, seeing a mass in the distance that shouldn't be there.

Oh, hell...

"Vayle," he interrupts. "There's a crashed ship at our two. This just got interesting."
03 Aug 2021, 9:16pm
Veronica turns her head to the right and peers out of the canopy to the surface. She checks the course, gently yawing the Smelly Egg to starboard.

"I'll take us lower for a closer look."

Descending to hover within one hundred metres of the scattered wreckage, the Asp Explorer kicks up dust from the surface just below. Veronica flicks on the ship's headlights. The beams pick out the twisted and shattered sections of fuselage ahead. Veronica frowns.

"Ridge..."

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