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.
13 Apr 2022, 8:08pm
Lamb was greeted with the smiling faces of the stars and crescent moons on her socks, her right sock at least. The left one was missing. It was hard for her not to admire her dainty toes, narrow foot and high arches, but it was pointless. Waking up in a strange room was disorientating enough, but waking up in a strange room in space was worse. Not only do you not know where you are, you don't even know what way round you are orientated.

It was a narrow room, so Lamb put her feet on what was hopefully a floor and stood, what she was tentatively calling, 'up' until clarification. Feeling around her wrist, Lamb found her computer was gone, and her gloves were missing too. Further inspection let her know her suit's life-support unit and her collapsable helmet had been removed too.

"Air Lock" said Lamb quietly.

Turning around, a small but thick porthole looking into the ship confirmed her suspicions. No wonder she was so cold. Still, it was only fair; Lamb had prepared to space every last one of the Seekers. At least killing their other pilots had saved her life. It was worth trying the door, sometimes.. .. No, locked.

Now her senses were returning, things started to hurt. Probing her lower lip with her tongue reviled it was very swollen, and at leat two teeth were missing from the lower front.

"Shho much for looking my beshht for Shhilashh" whistled through the new gap in Lambs teeth.

A mostly transparent reflection in the little window let Lamb see her fat-lip covering its higher partner, a black eye and dried blood matting her white hair, sticking her fringe to her forehead.

With a dejected sigh, Lamb was a little comforted to know she still had a sock. If she could just find something heavy to put in it, she would beat the first red robed bastard she saw to a pulp. For now, she would just have to wait for her friends to rescue her.


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14 Apr 2022, 7:15pm
EvilCreamsicleSilas left the SMG to float, pushed the vests under his arm away from him, and carefully tucked the whiskey bottle into a wiring harness on the wall, before leveling his carbine at Soak.

"Step back, Fleischberg!" he shouted.


Maul began to recover from the heavy hit to his abdomen and straightened up, holding one arm on his stomach. Unaware that he'd nearly been hit by a spray of bullets, he spat a wad of blood that floated away and smiled at the sight of Silas.

"Meet DJ Beardy, asshole." Maul said to Soak, who had briefly stepped back to reevaluate the situation.
15 Apr 2022, 6:42pm
"Soak, do it quietly. We don't want to panic the seekers" hissed Napoleon into his mic "Soak, how many have you engaged?"

All the Seeker's head of security could hear in replay was the sound of a fight. He punched the wall after thinking for a few seconds and pulled him self through the ship to reach Dorons' room. The airlock linking the two ships was being guarded, so if anyone without a Seekers' Robe came down, they would be turned red another way.

"Doron, open the damn door, and get the umbilical controls up"

If Soak and his men couldn't deal with the threat, then Napoleon would just let cold vacuum into their ship and jump away.
18 Apr 2022, 3:49pm
The large man in the pressure suit seemed unfazed.

He crouched, and launched himself toward Silas. He must have deactivated his boots temporarily because he sailed freely across the cockpit at a high velocity. Silas tried to dip out of the way, but was clipped by the shoulder of the suited man and thrown into the corner of the floor as Soak crashed into the doorframe and reattached his feet to the floor with a 'thunk'.

Soak wasted no time in walking toward Silas as he struggled to get back in a fighting position from the lateral one he currently floated in, a couple inches above the floor.

Silas fired his carbine at Soak, the recoil pushing him back into the floor. And again, four shots in total. Each bounced off the pressure suit, save for on which left a superficial crack in the visor.

"I hope you're ready to get remixed, DJ!" Soak shouted as he raised his heavy booted foot to crush Silas' head. Suddenly, a blue sphere of energy erupted between the men, throwing Silas' head into the cupboards and launching Soak across the room into the wall, where he bounced and floated motionlessly.
Silas was able to reach his underbarrel EMP before having his head crushed. He reached up to grab the surface of the counter and lifted himself up.

Looking over to the dent Soak had left in the wall when he charged Silas, he saw a wet spot, right where his Old Sol used to be.

"You sonovabitch" he mumbled, placing the battery pack from the EMP into his drop pouch and replacing it with a fresh one.

"You good Maul?" he called out, returning his attention to the floating Soak.


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18 Apr 2022, 5:25pm
Maui stood completely still as his eyes failed to scan the room.

"I can't see shit!" He shouted, as if shouting helped somehow. He then began reaching out to feel for anything within reach.

"Is...did....was that a fuckin EMP!?"

He took a few steps and got tangled in Fullex's robes and nearly fell.

"This is like the third time this shit has happened!" He was reaching down to feel what he was tangled on.

"Gross." He mumbled to himself.

Maul then looked towards a wall an continued speaking to a first aid box.

"Silas, I'm down for a good like 30 minutes while these cheap ass implants try to reboot...that is if they reboot at all this time."

"How about you? You good?"
18 Apr 2022, 7:35pm
Maul Montresor
"How about you? You good?"


Silas was holding his head. It ached from where he smacked it on the side of the cupboard.
He reached around the back of his head and felt something familiar. He checked his hand to be sure. Yep, blood. Awesome.

"Eh... yeah, I'm uh... good." he said, taking a second glance at the blood on his fingers before wiping his hand on his pants.
"...as long as I don't go to sleep for 6 or 7 hours."

Silas took a couple steps over to where Maul was still facing the medical cabinet, grabbed him by the shoulders and rotated him so they were face to face.

"Well shit. The rescue is going well..." he said sarcastically. The two scanned the room for a few silent moments; Silas looking for inspiration, and Maul likely wondering what it was he was even scanning.

Silas' eyes caught the dead man at their feet and he got an idea.
"Hey... man uh... d'you think you can play dead? Like convincingly?"

Before Maul could answer, the cabin was filled with a sudden loud hiss, which any spacefarer would recognize as rapid depressurization.

Silas hurried as fast as he could across the bridge, grabbed Soak's suit by the foot and pulled the floating man's body so that his head was within reach, and pinned him to the copilot console. Drawing his sidearm, he pressed it hard into the soft spot under the man's chin, between his suit's armor, and with his other hand he pulled up the ships comms on his slate and held it up to Soak's face.

"You know what I want, and I don't have time to ask nicely."
18 Apr 2022, 8:03pm
Soak wasn't a clever man, but he did know getting shot and then watching cold hard vacuum pull is insides out the bullet hole would be bad. With as much haste as he dared, Soak slipped his hand into his robe and pulled out what the DJ demanded.


Holding his wallet up, soke squeezed his eyes shut, and prayed to the Unseen Eye.
18 Apr 2022, 8:13pm
Silas was awestruck that a person could be this daft.

"No fuckwit! Speak into the thing and tell them to stop spacing us!"

There was a brief pause while the atmosphere continued to hiss into space. A pause during which Silas did, in fact, take Soak's wallet and pocket it before returning the slate to Soak's face.

"You have 17 seconds to make the hissing stop before I scramble your brain. Not that it'd make much difference."
18 Apr 2022, 8:26pm
That made much more sense. Soak did think now was a bad time for a mugging.

"High Guardian Napoleon, I have cleared the ship, it's safe. By the Great Eye, they are both dead, please don't open the seal" begged Soak in hopes the thin slither of light at the end of the tunnel wasn't the final path.

The hissing stopped just as the Ghouls alarms started to sound.

"About time Guardian Soak" Answered an impatient and set upon High Guardian. Orwell was in his ear about the situation. "Get back on board and disconnect that ship. Once it's clear, we're jumpin. No telling if those two have friends coming"

The com went dead and Soak looked at DJ Beardy wondering what was next while the Funkmaster walked into a locker.
19 Apr 2022, 4:15pm
Maul winced and rubbed his knee after smacking into the locker. He mumbled something to himself before speaking up.

"Quick thinking, Si. To answer your previous question; Yes, I do think I could play dead pretty convincingly. Considering that I'm fucking blind right now, I may as well be dead on my feet anyhow."

Maul turned around and smacked into a console, hitting a few buttons that caused operatic music to blast full volume out of the internal sound system. He quickly fumbled around and smashed a few more buttons to turn it off. A few more snippets of random songs could be heard before he finally got the music to stop.

Maul stood silently for a moment, resting his his hands on the console.

"....Okay....maybe I'll just stand here....and not touch anything."


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19 Apr 2022, 5:27pm
Silas just stared at Maul for a moment in silence.

"Eclectic taste, Funkmaster." he finally said, sarcastically.

Silas holstered his sidearm again, tucked away his slate, and grabbed the disabled suit with both hands, flipping it over so he could begin freeing Soak from it.

"That'll do, pig." he said, opening up the rear torso panel.
"Now get out of my disguise."

As the back of the suit opened up, Silas saw something he was absolutely unprepared for, but honestly should have expected.
Soak's bare ass.

"Dude... what the actual fuck?" Silas said, realizing that Soak was completely naked inside the pressure suit.

The man, now a little more free to move, began peeling his skin from the sweaty leather pads lining the inside of the suit. It smelled like a day-old can of tuna.

Silas backed up with a grimace and raised his carbine, prepared to control Soak lest he get the idea in his head to start swinging his hammer.
21 Apr 2022, 10:07am
Leaning over the Orders keyboard guy, Napoleon gazed at the holo-display as if he knew what it meant. Honestly, he was focused on the camera overlooking the connection point to the other ship.

“As soon as Soak is off the ladder and the Krait is clear, we jump”

“W-wel I can do that yes, but I don’t know how to fly a ship and I can’t do it from here, pluse I don’t know where we are going s-sir” Replied Doron nervous now the dreaded Napoleon had been in his securer little cabin for so long.

“I don’t give a fuck where we go, just pick a star in front of the ship and jump” Pushing the skinny man out the way of the interface, Napoleon highlighted stars until on was near enough in front of the ship according to the HUD.

“There, that one. In fact, you can charge the jump drive without jumping right? Do that. I’ll go find someone that knows enough to keep the sticks straight on my way to take the Glorious High Seeker to safety”

Pausing at the door, Napoleon turned to bark one more order.

“And don’t forget to lock the fuckin door”
26 Apr 2022, 4:43am
A inflatable lamb bounced aimlessly off the cabin bulk head. Underwear, the occasional sports bra and other various detritus jumbled around the cabin of the Fer De Lance. Kaisla awoke with a start, a bottle firmly affixed in her hand. She rubbed her head gingerly realizing she had probably smacked it upon a bulk head in her drunken stupor.

It had been a wild party. The pay day had just been too large and Kaisla couldn't pass it up. $500,000,000 million credits for the paltry amount of (dangerous) cargo to the desolate station. Besides, she owed Lambast a good portion of that money for the many scrapes she had bought her out of. Kaisla was a lot of things, a klutz, a drunk and a flake, maybe....but she was loyal to the last fiber of her being to the people she loved.

She had wrapped up her goodbyes, ensured her friends were in good hands and jumped the trip in record time avoiding a fleet of pirates, government scans and other nefarious characters trying to poach her precious load. She quietly delivered the cargo to the buyer in Colonia unbeknownst to her becoming a local legend; apparently news travels fast on desolate outposts. Very quickly, she fell into the usual routine of parties, drinking binges and debauchery. After six months, the parties dried up and very shortly after, her own alcohol stores. Not only that, her long-range FTL communication antenna had been fucked and she couldn't send any data bursts more than 10,000 LY and it had been months since she had talked to Silas.

She thought about him as she floated adrift...he was loyal (as much as can be expected when your girlfriend sucks) as far as she knew and he cared fiercely and put up with her. She missed her friends and her six months in Colonia had ended up like every job. As soon as the local fame wears off, so does your popularity. It left her feeling dirty and spent. Besides, she was out of booze and Lamb was likely to have more and nobody else on Colonia would sell to her anymore.

She shook out of her stupor and floated over to the Negative gravity panel, slapping the one-inch by one-inch switch that engaged the negative gravity polarizing field on the FDL. Herself and everything else floating around dropped to the deck. She uncurled herself from the ball of drunken pain and stumbled to the bridge.

"Otto, dial in Lamb's beacon."

"Stand by, dialing it in." Otto, Kaisla's onboard COVAS ran several seconds of algorithmic tuning before displaying the target system in cyan letters across her navigation pane.

"Madam Lambasts beacon is displayed Commander, and it appears someone has triggered the silent alarm."

Kaisla, head clearing quickly shot back, "How long ago?"

"Five hours Commander."

"We can be there in two days, synthesis more jump juice and overcharge the FSD. I want to be there as soon as possible."

Otto began to protest, "Commander, such jump strain on the FSD could-"

"Shut up computer." Kaisla flipped several switches on her chair which engaged the restraining harness assembly.

Otto sighed, "I don't know why I bother."

Kaisla lifted the empty bottle in her left hand and hefted it behind her, the glass shattering on a nearby console.

"Otto, punch it."

The stars began their clock-wise dance as the delicate structure of space-time was rendered open and the Fer De Lance was propelled forward through the chasm of the deep.
26 Apr 2022, 7:57pm
It was messy business, squeezing into the sweaty, rank pressure suit formerly occupied by the refrigerator-shaped gentleman known as Soak. Silas had gotten it working again by replacing a couple of fuses that were fried by the EMP blast.

As for Soak himself, the naked man was cuffed to a support in the corner of the bridge. The man had no shame, standing as tall as his restraints would allow, watching the comedy of errors that was Silas squeezing into another man's sweat-sock while Maul struggled to blindly don the apparel of the dead man.

Having finally gotten inside and the suit sealed, Silas tested the arms and legs. All seemed to be working well. Soak really was a large man, which worked in Silas' favor since he was able to fit in the suit while wearing his vest and gear. Of course, it meant he was basically swimming in it, so he would be a little clumsy if he tried to use it for fighting.

He carefully made his way over to Maul.

"Looking good, bud." he said, grabbing the hood of the robe that Maul was wearing backwards and flipping it up over his face.
27 Apr 2022, 4:45am
Prefect Ootholo is one of the cults loyalist and devout followers. He worships seven times a day (even more so than the Honorable Grand Orwell!) and maintains his robs in the highest regard of cleanliness and order. Between prayer sessions, he studiously commits sections of the Order to memory. He's finally been summoned by Grand Master Orwell and his time of recognition and glory shall soon be seen! He clambers up from his prayer cloth and starts the trek to the bridge where his great Grand Master has beckoned him.

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