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.
15 Jan 2022, 11:39am
It's been days since Riche's fruitless encounter with a rude sharpdresser on INGABA. What was he up to now? Business as usuall. Like many other freelancers like him, taking an odd job here and there, trying to get his credentials higher and the ends meet.

Just as he was getting ready for the first trip of the day, a notification came off from the comms panel. Hightly unusuall, as he didn't expect any further communication from the mission provider. The message however was from another commander. Rich tried to read the sender's name, however the approporiate field only contained meaningless sequence of random numbers and characters. It's content, concise, reading as following:

-" Johnson Defence Outpost, HR 3316."
17 Jan 2022, 9:50pm
Maul Montresor
"So like, gimme the deets. Who is 'Silas'? Why does he do what he does?"


'Well, this is new', Silas thought to himself. He couldn't suppress the amused grin that had crept onto his face as a result of Maul's endlessly amusing behavior.

It made it extra surprising that Maul had decided to ask such a hard-hitting question. Normally he'd make something up and let the high person continue to enjoy themselves, but his sense of Maul was that this is basically what it took for him to come out of his shell and be a real human, so he decided he'd be as honest as he could.

"Well... I come by it honestly." He began.

"My dad was a smuggler. Kind of a freelance freedom fighter of sorts. Always taking jobs with some kind of moral stakes... kind of like Robin Hood or something." He paused for a moment. Maul was swaying like a tree in the wind and hadn't blinked in 2 minutes, but was listening intently.

"He was ever vigilant, listening out for this kind of stuff going on in the galaxy. Until he decided to smuggle in some personal weapons to a crew of escaped slaves trying to get out from Kumo Crew's thumb. Dad is a hardass but he wasn't prepared to stand solo against the wrath of Archon. We were captured... he didn't want to risk anything happening to Mom or I. But on the way to the slave camps one of the shitbags transporting us decided he fancied Mom, and uh... well I didn't know Dad was strong enough to break a pair of handcuffs, and I certainly didn't know a pair of handcuffs was strong enough to break a man's face, but I learned both of those things that day."

Maul's face was hard to read... his expression hadn't changed much.

"Anyway, we took that pirate's Sidewinder and hunkered down for a few years. Realizing he could lose his family kind of caused Dad to chill out... but I had that same desire to get out into the black and make my mark. And I started off in that very same Sidewinder. I've broken some laws, but legality and morality aren't the same thing. I've always tried to help folks that needed it, like Dad used to do. It's why I called my Squadron, and later my PMC, Vigilia."
18 Jan 2022, 1:02am
Maul stared at Silas in silence as if he were waiting on a delay between when Silas' words left his mouth and hit his own ears.

"...Whoa..." Maul closed his eyes and took a deep breath in.

"Your dad sounds like a total badass." Maul exhaled and opened his eyes. His mismatched cybernetic eyes where going wild. The pupils were dilating and constricting, similar to that of a cameras shutter. He rubbed he's eyes and smiled at Silas.

"I bet he's proud of you, man. Out here helping the folks who need it most. That's not something a lot of people can truthfully boast about. I mean, there's a lot of nasty fucks out here doing nasty things."

Maul relaxed more against the ships console and held on to one of the various grip handles scattered around the cockpit.

"So, your parents, they still kickin?"
18 Jan 2022, 4:17pm
"Yeah. Haven't talked to them in a few weeks, though. They're kind of off-grid. Went to one of those low-population ELWs on the edge of the bubble to live in the woods like bush people."

The thought made Silas chuckle.

"Although, I guess its not that different from me, I mean look at us, blasting off into the ass-end of nowhere. I'll be honest... I'm having fun. You don't realize how much you'll miss it when you get into the day-to-day of being in charge. Sometimes you just have to cut loose and be a little reckless."

Silas looked at Maul, still hanging from the grip handle, and remembered who he was talking to.

"...That is probably not advice I should be giving you. I'm pretty sure you were born reckless."
19 Jan 2022, 8:36pm
Maul grinned and twisted the mustache hairs nearest the corner of his mouth.

"Yes." Another awful accent had made it's way into the conversation. This time resembling old spy movies. "Reckless is my middle name."

Maul laughed, holding the grip even tighter. He looked at Silas and dawned a more serious look.

"I wasn't always like this, actually. As a kid I was pretty quite. Didn't really like talking to people."

His posture changed as he dropped his head to look at the floor.

"Growing up on a station with my parents constantly being shipped around to various agricultural settlements for their work. It really sucked, ya know? Don't get me wrong, they're great. I mean, Mom's the whole reason I even took an interest in the tech side of things and dad....well...he..."

"...they probably think I'm dead at this point..."

Maul looked back up at Silas. He looked to have suddenly remembered something and changed gears.

"Ya know, I have this memory I recall a lot. Dad used to have to go planet side sometimes to negotiate pay with upper management. He was sort of the mouthpiece for the team of researchers and technicians that mom and him worked with. He took me to my first ELW..."

He smiled, deep in thought.

"I was just a kid at the time....I remember him driving us through this giant beautiful city. Lights everywhere lighting up the night sky and reflecting off the rain on the streets. That was actually the first time I'd seen rain too. Yeah, I don't think we'd spoke a word to each other since we'd got in the vehicle. I think he was just enjoying watching me taking in all the sights."

Maul closed his eyes.

"All of the sudden this transport truck came around from behind us and over took us. The guy was driving like a madman. Ran us completely off the road. I wound up busting my mouth on the dash..."

"I remember looking at dad as I started to cry. I figured he'd be angry with me because I had unlatched my seatbelt to get a better look out the window. But that's when he reached over with the cuff of his sleeve and wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth. He made sure I hadn't been hurt too bad and reassured me that I was fine. He said something like 'I know it hurts right now, son. But I promise it won't hurt forever.'"

Maul opened his eyes again and looked at Silas.

"I asked him why he wasn't mad at the guy who ran us off the road. He said, "Son, there's far too many idiots in this galaxy to be angry at every single on of them....but the way I see it, as long as the things you really care about in your life are safe and sound..." He then patted my leg and smiled at me. "...then there's no reason to act on those feelings."

Maul shook his head and chuckled.

"Then I asked him if he was mad at me for unlatching my seatbelt. He laughed and said, "Oh I'm furious, you're totally grounded..." He smiled at me. There was a hint of playfulness in his voice. "....juuuust as soon as we get back to the station tomorrow. Now, I've heard ice cream is the perfect remedy for a busted mouth, whaddya say we find us a shop?"

Maul sighed.

"I don't know, man. I've always looked up to dad and the way he handles things. But I just feel empty sometimes. Like, if I'm not targeting someone or fighting for some cause, even if it doesn't involve me. I just feel purposeless. It's why I do what I do. Otherwise I'm just alone in my head trying to sort through emotions and thoughts that absolutely terrify and anger me."
22 Jan 2022, 6:12pm
Continued from

A runny nose wasn’t something Lamb had accounted for. She had padded the cabins' locker with pillows, quilts, and cushions, and she was snuggled up in the middle of it like a chick in a zero-gee nest. Her tea cup started whistling on the little electric stove, indicating the water inside was hot enough.

The thermal drinks cup didn’t share any of its internal warmth with her hands, and Lamb made a mental note to see if the coms would reach Colonia, or even the bubble when the power was back on so she could buy nice fluffy mittens paten for the synthesiser. It had some good gloves already, but she wanted something that would match her big fluffy slippers.

She checked her slate, there was a far few hours before the work teams would be finished with the power conduits and she could power up the ship again to recycle the air. When the power was back, she would take the ship to the systems star and sit in the shallow scoop zone while the people on board recharged their many devices. She had been surprised how much strain had been put on the ships' generator and fuel supply before shut down thanks to the charging frenzy.

Looking at her breath hanging motionless in the air in front of her, Lamb added a chargeable room fan to the synth-pattern list once coms were back on. Being found suffocated to death in a pillow fort would be far too embarrassing. She wedged the lockers' door open .. .. Just in case.
24 Jan 2022, 4:00pm
Maul Montresor
"I don't know, man. I've always looked up to dad and the way he handles things. But I just feel empty sometimes. Like, if I'm not targeting someone or fighting for some cause, even if it doesn't involve me. I just feel purposeless. It's why I do what I do. Otherwise I'm just alone in my head trying to sort through emotions and thoughts that absolutely terrify and anger me."


Silas was silent for a moment, thinking about Maul's last statement.

"That... resonates. There is so much bullshit that goes on every day that seems like people just overlook or don't care about. You break a face or bust a ship out of impound for someone, or get them that big settlement they lost in court in an... unconventional retrial... and you feel better for a while. But after you're done you realize how small of a dent you made."

He paused to sip his coffee.

"Your dad's a smart man, sounds like... but its easier said than done not to be angry at every idiot in the galaxy. I might not be able to punch them all but I tell you something, I feel better every time I do."
25 Jan 2022, 11:34pm
It was as the engine of the "Black Cat" came to an idle, that his shoulders relaxed with satisfaction and he finally sparked that cigarette he had been saving just for this moment.

Sailen eased into the seat of his faithful Diamondback's cockpit and took a long deep drag. He had waited for this moment since the day he first took flight in the milky way, and what was better is that he knew there would be many more like them to come.

The ship went into rest and the seat swiveled around, Sailen casually approaching the cabin's door.
"Blu, would you prepare that movie i found last night, and pull Vadim up on comms. This was a very good morning"
The ship's AI responding in a soft, but formal tone "Indeed sir"

The cabin stood out very differently from the black cat's cockpit.
Casually organized, soft, and dim, warm lighting. it wasn't clean, but it wasn't dirty. it was lived in.
everything seemed to be rigged and wired into the next thing, through some chaotic form of "organized" integration of everything.
Sailen had.. hobbies. he kept him self occupied.

Sitting at his desk, he tapped the light socket with a nearby wooden pencil until it began to spark. a few more times and it caught fire.
a few moments went by before Sailen blew it out. "I really need figure out that short sometime next to never.."

Flipping the switch, a hologrid appears from the still hot desk comms device he threw together out of a lamp he found once upon some Tuesday in his travels.
"Aye ya useless raccoon! got one for ya from over here in the milky way!"
A silhouette appears on the screen, faded behind a snow of static. the stereotypical thing you'd find featured in a movie made over 1000 years ago when a character disrupts some kind of signal. Sailen did always find that comical when talking to Vadim, how some things just always seemed to work just fine as they were.

Sailen continued "So i was prowling around a belt way out in the Wregoe TC-X B29-0 system. Came across a broadcast on the galnet about them discovering the remains of the Alexandria. and well ya know how I'm the "curious" type." chuckling under his breath to him self at the intentionally bad pun he made and no one ever finds amusing.
"anyways, i went, i saw, its scrap metal, nothing there. not the point. So while i was out there i started tinkering with some of the plugin software I've been developing for Blu, and had it analyze my logs. it was supposed to highlight systems of interest based on stuff, ya know, basic intel net, like the stuff we used to use back in the day. Well anyway. It pinged a few systems on the route that brought me out here, and i went to check it out. Guess what my faithful raccoon! an entire system! Unmapped!"

Vadim simply laughed in an approving way, as if pretending to love a joke he clearly didn't understand. a trait he often adapted as a filler for when he had no intelligent response. A trait, he adapted, often.

"this is a good morning my friend! Not only do i get top dollar for these scans, But! it'll be MY name that shows up on the star map for every planet in this system! forever! Thats my first one Vadim! and now i know this new plugin module will work with Blu! So! this is only the first of many!" Sailen said in a sly voice, paired with a cliché wink toward his talking garbage lamp.

Vadim replied with his typical lackluster thumbs up, generic chuckle and "that's awesome" before taking the mic in response.
Well I've had a decent morning my self. Do You remember the days we spent lurking within that wormhole? well i found a way back in, and our old station was still there. Sailen.. the storehouses were still full. there was about 200 million worth in assets there!"

Sailen's eyes lit up! he hadn't heard much report from the syndicate's distant branches in a while, had began to wonder if things were starting to diminish back home.. that would be enough equipment to supply his people on the other side of the gate for at least a month.

Vadim suddenly interrupting Sailen's cheer "But wait! There's more! on my way back, while hauling this gear to "The Morning Star" i came across the remains of another carrier. it had apparently just been struck, as id seen their sigs on grids warping out just as i arrived. lot of coal in Santa's sack this Christmas. and coal is fuckin worth something out here in these skies my friend! about 130 million somethings! guess the raiders didn't have the cargo space for the cash!" He laughed boastfully.

"Well holy shit! good vibes this morning buddy!" Sailen replied with a smile.
"Any ways Vadim, its been a long morning of work, just wanted to spread the good news. Glad to hear things are going even better back home"

Vadim scoffed "yeah yeah, get out of here ya old man, go relax!"
And the comms line cut out.

Sailen retired to his lounge, began the movie he had Blu prepare for him, and sat down with a bag of chips. as the movie began he thought to him self. "you know, now that I'm here in the milky way, and I've gotten my name... somewhere. that's not a bad gig... good money.. cool sights... hmm"

"Hey Blu, Broadcast a request upon an open channel. stating: "Requesting information on notable, interesting, or anomalous sites within the universe. am willing to barter services for the right information" Leave that broadcast in the air and open to a response. Also Blu, alias the identification tag on our broadcast. you know the name"

Blu responded knowingly from the shadows of the resting ship's lounge.
"As you command. Black Cat."

The ship's communication network lighting to life.

==Broadcasting==
=Channel_> Open
=Firewall_> Open
=>Identification<=
--
_>Sai-df-c-fok
--
_>Safbe-gh-
---
_>Black Cat

==Location==
_>WREGOE AD-P B33-2
++++++++++++++++++
Requesting information on notable, interesting, or anomalous sites within the universe. am willing to barter services for the right information.
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Last edit: 28 Jan 2022, 5:38am
26 Jan 2022, 6:14am
Adam,

Hey little brother. We're about 10,000ly from Colonia now, give-or-take. We're at one of the megaships along the Colonia superhighway or whatever they're calling it nowadays. Don't ask me which one, they all blend together.

I'd say we're probably 2-3 weeks out from Colonia, given our current pace. Dr. Agers and her grad student have been no trouble. They even get along with Bug, which may be a first. Rainbow Connection is holding up exceptionally well (we do have Bug, after all). We have yet to suffer any hull or module damage despite over a dozen atmospheric landings. We'll spend a few days at Jacques Station at any rate running Rainbow Connection through her diagnostics. After that we've got six weeks of ferrying those two around before we bring them back. Once we know more about that route and our timing I'll be in touch.

We're still on pace for half-a-billion in profits upon our return. Dr. Agers convinced me to buy an Artemis suit at the last stop and is teaching me genetic scanning techniques, so we may even be able to eke even more credits out of this job once all is said and done. Regardless, it's easily going to be enough to take the Unrest out of mothball and re-configure her. I'll transfer what I can once we hit Colonia. You and Momo should feel free to start that process once the credits hit the business account.

Speaking of Momo, I hope he's doing well for you on the Piedmont. I write him, of course, but he never writes back. I suppose I didn't either at that age. Too many girls to chase. Tell I love him and I miss him, and so does his sister. Keep him in line for me.

I'll transmit again at our next station stop and give you an update. We've seen some amazing things out here, Adam. I know we're only a quarter of the way through this trip, but I already feel like there's too much to tell.

All my best to you and Pam and Len and Sal,

Sly
28 Jan 2022, 8:42pm
EvilCreamsicle

Silas was silent for a moment, thinking about Maul's last statement.

"That... resonates. There is so much bullshit that goes on every day that seems like people just overlook or don't care about. You break a face or bust a ship out of impound for someone, or get them that big settlement they lost in court in an... unconventional retrial... and you feel better for a while. But after you're done you realize how small of a dent you made."

He paused to sip his coffee.

"Your dad's a smart man, sounds like... but its easier said than done not to be angry at every idiot in the galaxy. I might not be able to punch them all but I tell you something, I feel better every time I do."



Maul cracked a grin.

"Me too. That feeling...it's all I've been chasing for years."

Maul paused for a moment before continuing.

"I always say that I don't know why I'm like this but....I think I know. I just...I don't know."

He looked at Silas as serious as anyone could who was under the influence of onionhead.

"I like having power over the people who think their untouchable. They may be wealthier, they may be stronger, they may have more people at their beck and call...but they all have secrets, exploits...and I like being the one who circumvents their security measures and shoves their stinking shit into the light to expose them for the fucked up twisted manipulators that they are."

Maul stepped closer to Silas and continued. His actions become more exaggerated as he continued his speech.

"Because honestly, I'm not so different from them. Neither are you. None of us are really. We're all playing the same game here. Some of us just enjoy the thrill of cheating our way to the top or exploiting the systems at hand and not getting caught. I just enjoy exposing the cheaters to the rest of the players and watching them suffer the consequences of their selfish fucking decisions. Of course....I'm doing all of this for selfish reasons...but people misinterpret that as me doing a good deed."

His body language was clearly indicating a touch of anger.

"I'm a piece of shit too. I got my start by setting up systems that helped local drug dealers in my home system to smuggle their drugs. Then continued on to help slave smugglers and much worse. I was taking any job that The Network would throw at me and didn't second guess it for a minute. I just wanted the fucking creds! Stupid...fucking...credits..."

Maul backed away from Silas and spun around to lean back on the dash again.

"That was until I met Lamb and went through what I did on Hauser's Reach."

He spoke with much more calmness now.

"Seeing the inner workings of the cartel, seeing all of these people die over business....over creds. It was fucking disgusting. It started to make me sick to think about the shit that I'd done up to that point and I was barely considered an adult at the time. If mom and dad knew, they'd have disowned me forever ago...."

"....Ortega was the final straw. The shit they did to me. I promised myself that if I ever made it out of there alive that I'd take down any manipulative, cred-hungry, business savvy, suit wearing, drug pushing, arrogant motherfuckers that crossed me or anyone else. Not because they deserve to be brought down but because I want to watch them be publicly bled dry and see their faces when they realize that they aren't the big shots they thought they were and that when stripped of everything, we're all the fucking same."

Maul finally took a breath and swallowed. He appeared exhausted after his little rant.


Last edit: 28 Jan 2022, 9:15pm
29 Jan 2022, 10:50pm
"Germanium. Check. Arsenic. Check. Chemical distillery. Check."
Sailen slumped in the seat of his diamondback, letting out an exhausted breathe
"Well Blu, the surface harvesting went smoothly, and at least half of the scrap materials. I cant freaking believe that "MeChAnIcAl Components" are the last, non freaking existent piece of Rita's part list.
How many emissions have we been through by now?"

"12 Sir, with a noted encounter of each component known within my logs that contain the word "Mechanical" and each variation of following word. Not including "Component""

"Figures.."

Sailen gritted his teeth as he pondered his frustration. the day had been so nice, so smooth. every part he had set out to enhance now sporting their top tier capabilities. All but his thrusters... held back by a single mechanical component.. he had noted this day over, much to long ago.

"Blu, perhaps we'd have better odds if we stripped this right off of a ripe ship you know... lets see. nothing on grid for extraction sites. nothing much for idle fishing holes here at all. Well! that's unfortunate. but! not for me. Blu, pulse a scan, and read me any distress beacons."

"I have confirmed one, Targeting."

"Fantastic, you know the drill!"

The Black Cat's engines locked hold on its alignment and took path toward the local faction's signal, arriving shortly later to the limply floating hull of Laytra Derell.

"Oi my friend, its good to see you! my thrusters took a bit of a beat up out here and I'm stuck bouncing around. I know ya don't owe me anything.. but ya think you might have some repair limpets on ya you'd be ok with doin a good deed?"

As Sailen casually accepted the open hail from the friendly pilot in distress,
His complexion changed, but only for a moment as he lowered the Black Cat's hull level to Laytra's cockpit. Looking at him directly, Sailen smiled with a cheerful wave.

"G'day bud! i see what ya mean, you do look a bit beat up. See'in some pretty deep dings ya got here. Must've been lucky huh? looks like just a little poke is all that ya had left in that little egg of yours"

"Indeed my friend. a violent wave of asteroid shrapnel. Suppose id be better off to pay more attention on my longer leaps."

Laytra chuckled back to Sailen as he noticed the Identifier of the ship present before him.

"Black Cat huh? Now that's a bit of irony. suppose its not so true what they say huh? I've gotten pretty fortunate today!"

Sailen's tone got quiet, and was short to its point.

"No bud.. id say in your case. it is indeed your final truth. The things that they say about a black cat... one that crosses your path.."

The panels on each side of his cockpit retracting, Cannons primed and already perfect for position.

"I've come to deliver some bad luck..."
31 Jan 2022, 5:15pm
Maul Montresor
Maul finally took a breath and swallowed. He appeared exhausted after his little rant.


Silas thoughtfully contemplated Maul's words for a moment, thinking what best to say to the man.

After a moment, and a sip of coffee, he started.

"We are all selfish, it's true. But its not necessarily something to be ashamed of. It's a survival instinct, its human nature. Your brain craves that dopamine rush it gets when you help someone do something they couldn't do themselves, but that doesn't make you a bad person. That doesn't mean you can't also have good reasons and good intentions."

He throttled down the ship, pointing it in a safe direction, so he could put all of his attention into the conversation at hand, and took another sip of his coffee.

"Look man, we've all done things we regret. What makes the man is not what we've done in our past, it's what we do with it in our future. Relationships are not forged when things are going well, relationships are forged by how you deal with things when they go wrong. You've got a lot of anger and a lot of drive, but you can, and generally do, channel that in a productive and philanthropic direction."

He stopped, and waited for Maul to make eye contact before finishing.

"Listen... you're right, we are the same. When we're done with this... I have a job waiting for you. All the benefits of exposing all the stinking shit you want, plus all the benefits of sanctioned jobs and a steady salary, plus all the benefits of working with me." He said the last part with a grin.

"Plus... well... benefits! Look, don't give me an answer right now, just sit on it for a minute and we'll talk again when you're sober. I don't want to put you on the spot when you're vulnerable."

Silas drained the remainder of his coffee and turned his attention back to the ship's helm, slowly throttling back up and preparing the next jump.
04 Feb 2022, 9:44pm
Maul stood like a statue, silently looking at Silas. He didn't know how to respond to that sort of offer and everything he'd said prior to that had all but left his thoughts. He blinked a few times and took his first conscious step toward the cockpit exit. Halfway towards the door he stopped and turned around to speak to the back of Silas' head.

"I..." He paused.

Hearing a counter argument to how Maul felt about himself was nothing new but he found himself stumped and somehow in some form of acceptance with another persons point of view on the matter for the first time. Perhaps it was the Onionhead. He'd never been around anyone else while under the influence of the psychedelic drug. It was something he'd normally done in seclusion when he felt the crushing pressures of being alone with the self deprecating thoughts that haunted his mind. Loneliness had been something of which he'd had constant struggles with throughout his life. He'd previously thought having a close knit group of friends such as Silas, Lambast, Kaisla, Echo, Raven, Khelan, Omi and Vega had eradicated these feelings, but then when they were no longer around, it only served to make the times that he was alone, worse than ever before. Now being back in action and working with some familiar faces again, he felt almost afraid to get too comfortable with being around people because it was inevitable that they'd go their separate ways again. No, his use of Onionhead was never about seeking a resolution to problems but about distancing himself from those problems, even if only for a short while.

He'd started a sentence which he had no idea how to start or conclude. He shook his head and exited the cockpit to resign to another room. He needed to sleep this off and get out of his own head for a while.
15 Feb 2022, 4:25pm
Happening between the events in Caught Short Again

No sign of him in the entertainment district, and Vodan had spent far more than he was happy about with entry fees looking for the guy.

After that, he had searched the many parks and arboretums this station contained, Creamy enjoyed a stroll through the green. Nothing.

The stations gyms were a dead end too. They were full of tall well-sculpted blond guys, so Vodan gave up and headed for the concourse to grab a drink before checking the docks once more. He should have known. There was Creamy, bold as brass standing around chatting with a couple of women.


An urge to run up behind the guy and shake him caused Vodan to clench his fists. He had to force himself to sit down where he could keep an eye on Creamy. The guy was so close to being killed by Vodans’ ex-flunkies, and there he was out in the open wearing a new suit, acting like he was bulletproof.

Maybe now would be a good time to approach him and talk about a deal that would help both Creamy and Vodan get out of Vengerfields' crosshairs.
16 Feb 2022, 6:03pm
VodanHappening between the events in Caught Short Again
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OOC, just gotta say that those two women are characters that I write and maintain, and they don't look like that, nor does Haley ever use that body language or dress like that. Sara, on the left, is a spitting image of Jordanna Frost, and does not have hair that long, or a forehead that big. Haley, on the right, doesn't dress like that, and she usually wears a tailored suit, velvet for on the job, and a slightly looser-fitting fine fleece for a more comfortable outfit. Haley dresses sharp and comfortable.

However, Creamy is a character who would remember them much like the picture shows.

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