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.


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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.
23 Nov 2022, 6:32pm
“Oh, yeah, I didn’t think of that, so how about I swap ya? I’ll have your pastry and you can have my egg .. pancake .. thing”

Willow had another idea and got up.

“Hey, I don’t mind nuking something else for you if you want? And after eating, we can mosey on over to your ship and talk about the Maul meet. I mean like, I’m ready to deal with that, you know?”

The rusty creek of her pad told both the girls she had another message. What Willow had forgotten was her pad was set on text to speak, and she’d turned the volume right up, so Descartes could hear the hacker’s last message. The boring robotic voice read the new message aloud.

“Message from. Oak.
Hi Wednesday
So I got a fleet alert from Omnipol telling me my Diamondback got broken into, and my pilot was arrested for assault and then released without charge”


Willow made a desperate dash for her pad that was on the other side of the room.

“Something you need to tell me? You ok hunny? Continued the robotic voice “I can grab Birch and Hazel, we’ll be there in half a day”

She grabbed the pad, and fumbled it in a mad rush to shut it up. The pad span back towards Descartes naturally.

“Let us know you’re ok or I’m bringing hell to Betancourt Base. You keep saying you’re ready to deal with it, but you know how this looks. Love Oaky Doke, hugs later xx”

Willow sank to the deck defeated and mouthed a silent FU to the winds of fate with accompanying hand gestures.
23 Nov 2022, 7:08pm
I stood up.

"Oak? So, Willow, I guess you're going to tell me they're your brothers and sisters? This better be good."

I was ready to leave and book a departure slot.
23 Nov 2022, 7:49pm
This was the perfect time to be the worst time possible for Oak’s ‘I’m the boss now’ act.

“I am, I mean, I will, or it is and they are” pleaded Willow holding her hands up like she was surrendering, but that didn’t stop her talking at about five words a second.

“Oak is my baggiest brother, well not biggest, the oldest.. Anyway, there was a thing that happened and I needed some credits quick, so I had to sell the Wisp or I’d lose the Bramble. So I called dad and Oak answered and I told him about it, so he brought my ship using his company’s money so he didn’t have to tell mom I had needed a loan”

Willow stood up and started playing with her hair like a guilty child.

“Like, that means I could keep the Wisp and pay off the Bramble but like, Oak owned it you know? That’s why it’s got such a stupid paint job, coz Oak keeps getting it repainted to tease me. And because it's registered to Oak, he can track it and he gets any fines I rack up and every time I do he calls to tease me some more. But like, this time I was arrested and his, or my ship he brought so he could give me a secret loan was flagged and its ‘on Pilots Federation system’ owner was told about it. So like, now he’s being protective big brother and dragging Birch and Hazel into it”

Willow looked at her feet and trod on the on her own toes to avoid looking at Descartes.

“And Hazel is my sister. Mom and dad have a thing for trees and bushes. And that’s the truth, I promise”
23 Nov 2022, 8:15pm
"I'm leaving now. You can message me with anything you learn from your hacker."

She was talking too much. It might be true.

I left. Legged it across the docks to my ship. In the hold I started on my pod. It looked as if it had been ripped apart rather than systematically searched. That was good. Sitting in the broken seat I slipped my fingers inside the slot that usually held an old-fashioned keyboard that had been discarded by the wreckers/searchers. Running my fingertips over the top of the slot I found two touch-senstive pads. Pressing them simultaneously they recognised my fingerprints, and with a little hiss the bottom of the slot clicked upwards. I removed the small hermetically sealed container and slipped it inside the top of my pants.

I booked a departure slot and transferred Willow her five hundred mill. A deals a deal.
23 Nov 2022, 8:50pm
Willow sat down at the table after Descartes left and picked up the pad to tell Oak everything was ok. That was a lie, because Willow didn’t feel ok at all. She’d managed to do it again; she’d alienated a perfectly good person that was becoming a friend because she was weird and had a weird family.

She felt her eyes getting hot and wet, so she got up and made busy clearing up the first meal she had shared with someone in months. When that was done’ Willow took care of the washing and then messaged Maul.

“Hey, you got time now? A space has come up”

After getting into her Mav suit, Willow wrapped a big dust scarf over her shoulders to conceal a high holster for her pistol. What ever happened this time, Willow was going to be ready for it.
24 Nov 2022, 2:56am
The Insight Hub chirped to alert Maul of the incoming message. He'd normally handle things on his wrist computer, but he was currently laying shirtless and sweating in a dealers living quarters in some anarchy ruled station roughly 300LYs away from Betancourt Base.

"What the fuck were you thinking double dosing using this OH-GO shit for so long? I don't even touch that shit. It's beefier than than the usual stuff." The dealer exclaimed as he rummaged through cases littering the floor.

Maul could barely remember how he got here but was thankful he arrived safely without killing himself or someone else.

"I don't know, man! Sort this out or fuckin end me already!" Maul shouted through various grunts and painful moans.

The withdrawals set in quicker than he had expected. He didn't even know this man's name but he was relying on the dealer to fix him. Maul had already transferred roughly 600,000cr to the man as payment and promised more after.

The dealer was determined to help, it wasn't often he caught a whale like this. He knew pilots were disgustingly wealthy compared to common station folk, his retirement could be laying on the couch right in front of him.

"Here here!" The dealer hurried over to Maul with a case in hand. He opened the case slid three small blue tablets into Maul's mouth.

Maul quickly swallowed the mysterious tablets. He didn't care what it was, he just wanted to stop hurting.

The dealer held Maul down as he slowly stopped squirming over the course of the next 7 minutes.

"You good?"

Maul could see the man's mouth moving but could barely hear him. He suddenly felt more relaxed.

"What'd you give me?" Maul spoke, hearing his voice louder in his own skull than with his hears.

The dealer mouthed or spoke the word "HUSH". He then held up a red tablet and mouthed the word "PUSH" as he brought it towards Maul's mouth.

After a few more minutes Maul could hear relatively well again and felt oddly balanced for the first time in months. He slowly sat up on the edge of the couch with the help of the dealer.

"What the..." Maul couldn't finish the sentence, he just stared at the dealer.

"You good now? The names Connor, by the way." The man flopped down next to Maul with a sigh of relief.

Maul, still feeling in an almost dream state, opened the message within his Insight device.


Willow Thorn
“Hey, you got time now? A space has come up”


Maul looked at Connor, who was staring back at him with a half concerned gaze. He'd just watched a man go from shouting and convulsing to relatively normal in less than an hour.

Maul quickly grabbed his wrist computer off the floor and sent an extra 1Mcr to Connor.

"I gotta go." Maul mumbled, gathering his things off the floor.

"Whoa whoa!" Connor jumped up, reaching Maul what appeared to be the same case he'd fished out the Hush and Push tablets from.

"Take this. Triple dose Hush, single dose Push. Do that for a few weeks while lowering the dosage of Hush every week. Your body isn't going to react to well to all this shit, so just try to take it easy and stay away from whatever strain of OH you were dosing. That shit was scary."

Maul slid on his jacket as he listened to Connor the drug dealer play doctor.

"Yeah, thanks." Maul took the case. He didn't know or care about this man and didn't want to be around him any longer. He was a drug dealer after all. He'd probably got more people hooked on the stuff than he did saving them.

Maul sent a message to Willow as he made his way to the docks.

"Sure, pick a meet. Somewhere public or whatever. I'll be there. Just send me the deets."
24 Nov 2022, 8:35am
Her account looked great, with all those credits, she could pay off her brother and still have enough left over to buy three more pythons just like the Bramble. She couldn’t quite A-grade an Annie, but she could buy one. There was so much she could do with a size seven cabin, but she was pretty close to sending the credits back.

She knew she was upset and angary, not a good frame of mind to be in when dealing with finances, so she hadn’t yet pressed the decline transaction button. Willows pad creaked; it was probably her brother with another lecture about the benefits of working with a team, she wasn’t in the mood, but it was best to get it out the way. He was only trying to help after all.

Maul Montresor
"Sure, pick a meet. Somewhere public or whatever. I'll be there. Just send me the deets."


“Oh yeah, there still that. Great” Her words seemed to echo around the empty room.

It was something to do, and keeping busy was the best way Willow had to deal with her feelings right now, so she typed up a message.

“So the concourse outside the arrivals. I’ll be there”

She stood up and considered leaving her pad behind. That thing had caused enough trouble for now.
24 Nov 2022, 4:30pm
'She doesn't need you.'

My ear-worms, familiar voices in my head, were happening more often now. Concussion wearing off.

Why was I feeling so mad. She had brothers and sisters. They helped her through a 'money-flow-deficiency' period. Now they were concerned with her well-being. All perfectly reasonable, a good thing. Maybe it was her apparently secretive nature that had annoyed me. If she had any sense she would take the money and run.

I confirmed my departure slot and started preparing my ship for take-off. Don't want another fire-extinguisher in my face. I buckled up and winced, still some sore spots. 'Has to be tight to work', went the refrain. The wall in front of me started moving sideways, then down. Into the maw of the huge station. The mag-locks disengaged.

'Leave station 2 minutes'. Auto take-off engaged.

WAIT! Fire extinguisher?

Too late. I was on my way. Don't get a speeding fine.

'Leaving no-weapons zone.' Mass-lock clicked off.

Flashback. A free-floating fire extinguisher moments before smashing into my face.

Memory returning? I tried to remember more - without success.
25 Nov 2022, 10:25pm
Maul messaged Willow as soon as he had arrived. He was late but was hoping she'd still be willing to pay for the data.

He exited the lift with a handful of others and walked out into an even bigger crowd. Downside is, if whoever attacked them before wanted to do so again. Maul and Willow would never see it coming. But at least there were enough people around to maybe help this time.

Maul took a seat at a bench close to the middle of the concourse and sent Willow a message of his location.
25 Nov 2022, 10:44pm
After glaring at the man beside Maul with her large, dark, unblinking eyes until he got the message and moved, Willow sat beside the guy that could be behind the attack yesterday.

She was still upset at the way she had been treated, and her thoughts turned her sower the longer she lingered on them. She needed a vent and Maul happened to trigger the valve. Slipping her hand under her dust scarf, Willow took the pistol out of its holster, and poked the barrel out and waited for Maul to notice it.

"So are you the one fucking with.." she was about to say us, but Descartes had left. "..me? Did you heir those losers from the lounge?"

Her gaze was steady, but the barrel was trembling a little.
25 Nov 2022, 11:07pm
Maul furrowed his brow and turned his head to meet eyes with Willow.

"You think I'd hire someone to beat the shit out of me? Besides, if I hired them to snatch you two, why wouldn't I have just helped them? Nearly got a concussion fighting that red haired chick."

He then noticed the barrel of her pistol pointing at him from under an article of clothing. His eyes lingered on the weapon for a moment before he looked forward again and continued talking.

"You brought back up I see." He shook his head. "Can't say I blame you."

"Alright, now I'm reaching for my backpack, okay? So just watch that trigger finger."

Maul slowly reached into his backpack on the floor and pulled out a portable data drive and presented it to Willow. His hands were steady for once. The drug concoction that the dealer fed him was doing wonders for him it seemed.

"Data is here. Haven't looked at it, don't even know what I'd be looking for. But I would have looked it over for you if you and that mystery woman at the bar would have just talked to me the other day....err...uh...yesterday or whatever."

The last day and a half felt like a month of hell for Maul.

He reached the drive out for Willow to take.
25 Nov 2022, 11:18pm
This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Didn't he see the gun? Wasn't he scared?

And 'I didn't do it' wasn't enough to get him off the hook.

"Yeah, well.. So prove it.. I mean prove you're not on their side" demanded Willow feeling suddenly out of her depth.


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26 Nov 2022, 12:28am
The arm Maul was extending dropped in defeated fashion. He placed the drive on his lap and turned to Willow again.

"How exactly do you expect me to prove that?"

Maul paused for a moment, glaring at Willow.

"I don't know shit about this crew. I'm never out this way. But I've dealt with assholes like them before and whatever it is they want, they seem willing to kill for it and now I'm a part of this shit show whether I like it or not."

"You can't do the things I do without stepping on peoples toes. I get that. I'm going to piss someone off no matter what. Right now, I need you to not be pissed off at me or scared of me or whatever it is you're feeling right now, because both of our lives are at risk here and potentially more."

He picked up the drive again, still looking at Willow.

"Now, like I said when we first met, help me help you. We can figure out who these clowns are and try to put an end to this and stop these guys together....or you can blast a round into my gut with that pistol you've got under your scarf and deal with the consequences of shooting someone in a crowded station concourse."

"And trust me, I'd really hate for you to have to sit in a holding cell for questioning again today."

Maul had a hint of a smile on his face as he extended the drive to Willow for a second time.
26 Nov 2022, 11:52am
Well shit, thought Willow. She was upset and angry, and the junky she wanted to take it out on was being reasonable. It’s hard to maintain a self-cantered argument when the other person won’t engage, and what’s worse, he was right.

“That’s what a conman would say” grumped Willow unable to give up the last word.

She put her pistol back in its holster; the wave of indignation she was riding was subsiding and her bravery was leaving with it. She was also thinking about her behaviour if Maul wasn’t involved with the .. Whoever they were. He had come way out here because she had asked. He’d given her a ships computer core, and then gone to do the job she wanted him to do without being paid a single credit. When they had talked, Willow had greeted him with judgment, apprehension and now accusations.

If she was on the receiving end of all that, she’d show him the finger and FU, I’m out-ed him.

“Yeah so I owe you..” Her pad forked over the agreed amount. “.. That much for the data, and like an apology I guess, but don’t make me regret it ok?” she said with a little press still in her attitude “I’m sorry for being like, a dick, and thank you for the core”

She sat for a moment wondering what to do next. Maybe they could go to a coffee shop and look over the data together. She already had a scarf on, so they could do the whole hipster thing and use their computers from a mega-chain’s cheap sofa. That sounded ok in an ironic way, but Willow wanted off the station.

“So like, I’ve never sifted this sort of data before, and um.. I guess I could use your help you know? So like, I want to go back to the Coalsack to start my search of a lost ship, and like, you’re the only guy I know that can do data searches right? What do you say?”

Now Willow was painfully aware of how badly she had treated this stranger, and was feeling super guilty for drawing on him, and then having the balls to ask for his help. By any metric, Willow knew this was bullshit and he'd have every right to shout at her and maybe punch her in the face before giving her the finger.. providing he wasn't one of the.. who ever they are.
26 Nov 2022, 8:46pm
Maul looked at his wrist computer to confirm to credit transfer was the agreed amount. He looked to Willow again while she asked for his help. Her body language seemed to have shifted and it seemed progress was finally being made towards figuring out what was going on.

Willow Thorn “Yeah so I owe you..” Her pad forked over the agreed amount. “.. That much for the data, and like an apology I guess, but don’t make me regret it ok?” she said with a little press still in her attitude “I’m sorry for being like, a dick, and thank you for the core”


"Don't worry about it. I don't usually meet clients face to face and to be honest, you've met me at a very strange time in my life. So, being a dick was probably warranted."

Being honest with himself, he knew he had a problem and it was becoming evident judging by the few glimpses he'd seen of himself in a mirror. Something needed to be done. But right now, stopping whoever was after Willow and him was all that mattered. He was about to mention the mystery woman from the lounge again until Willow spoke.

Willow Thorn“So like, I’ve never sifted this sort of data before, and um.. I guess I could use your help you know? So like, I want to go back to the Coalsack to start my search of a lost ship, and like, you’re the only guy I know that can do data searches right? What do you say?”


There it was again. His sole purpose for agreeing to meet was becoming clear. This whole situation was clouded in mystery and that scratched a part of his brain that has been a constant itch.

"Sounds like a plan to me. I just want this done and over with. Getting real sick of being poked and prodded by varying degrees of psychos, ya know?"

"So, taking your ship? I can have some of my gear moved over and maybe you can catch me up on whatever the fuck is actually going on."

He still felt good. Balanced in a way. Able to think clearly. Though, he did wonder when the effects of the concoction would begin to wear off.

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