Elite roleplay: Off station

OFF STATION

Your ship, deep space, anything that is not happening inside the Citi Gateway or Ingaba...

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08 Nov 2024, 3:34pm
I didn’t need to be asked twice. While the guards were still partially dazed and confused, I was able to charge up my weapon and swiftly nail two of them in the space of two seconds, and the third one managed to duck behind a piece of cover, away from my companion - but that didn’t help them in any way, because my weapon just pierced through anything short of tank or ship-worthy armor.

“Are there any more?”, I called out, not seeing if there was a fifth guard still present in the room. I’d counted four - disregarding the officer partially smeared over the wall and now also decorating the floor - but if there was a fifth one it’d eluded me in the brief chaos.
08 Nov 2024, 4:03pm
I looked around briefly and then stood up while switching my visor back to normal view. Over the barricade, I grinned at my partner and gave her a thumbs up. "Looks like that's all of them... good shooting! None of them will have to answer to Hothis anymore... maybe they should have been more afraid of us."

I quickly checked my weapon, reloaded, and attached it to my suit. "Not as powerful as your gun, but up close, it's definitely effective. There's also less risk of putting a hole in a ship you still need. I tell you, this brings back memories..."

Then I glanced down at the dead officer who had met his end in a quite grueling way and grimaced. "Looks pretty nasty. You got him good. I'm still going to see if he's got anything interesting on him..."

At least I was wearing a suit that was easy to wash off.
08 Nov 2024, 4:09pm
"Sure. Go ahead."

For the meantime, I decided to stand watch with my weapon lowered, just in case. Could have tried hacking in but if that guard had an access key or card of some kind, that was better, easier and safer than attempting to bypass security measures.
08 Nov 2024, 4:33pm
"Have you ever wondered if we're approaching this from the wrong angle? Maybe we should go on a mission and deal with Hothis herself instead of cleaning up the mess left behind by Azimuth and associated organizations. Without proper leadership, the company seems less dangerous to me..."

I rummaged through the pockets of the dead officer.

"...and Rademaker, well... he's... let's just say, not the sharpest tool in the shed."

I shrugged to indicate that I thought he was rather foolish.
08 Nov 2024, 7:37pm
"Yes.", I agreed. "He is, an idiot."

"As for, the rest... maybe, but leadership, is probably, guarded. More well, than places like, this, at least."

This particular place really... barely had any security at all, in fact. Hopefully, we'd also been quick enough to stop any internal alerts from goiing through the entire thing and could still prevent an external distress call. Recalling, or at least thinking my companion had suggested something about how to get out earlier that I wasn't sure I answered to, I decided to say something to that.

"Also, for how to, get out... I, think, just call, your ship. After, we turn off turrets. The ones, outside. By that, point, it will be too late, for them to call help."
10 Nov 2024, 10:26am
Vasil VasilescuThe station security guards set hands on their sidearms to emphasize it was a good idea to have a seat and follow instructions. Vasil stepped back and sat down. The guards and busted-nose suit stepped in. A blue light over the door turned yellow and the door hissed closed.

“Next stop, Security, Substation 1,” announced the tram voice. “Have a pleasant ride.”


The tram ride was silent but everyone's eyes spoke volumes. One thing was certain, any chance of finding some kind of answers for the Goodness family about their son was growing slim. One colossal mess directly into the next. Out of the frying pan and into the fire it seemed. Assuming the files that were ripped from the Anansi were sent to Mars, Seraphine was once again the last lifeline they had.

The tram came to a slowdown and stopped, announcing their arrival at the Security Substation.

"Up" said the tall suit. Proving again that he was the talkative of the two tram suits. The guards then approached the trio to assist in escorting them from the tram. Once through the threshold, another group of guards were present, awaiting their arrival.

"Alright, Gordova, you take the girl. You know the drill; deep profile scan, biometrics, strip search, the whole nine yards. Then put her holding room C for further questioning." This time the suit with the busted nose was the one barking orders. "Estevez, Anderson, you two do the same with the men. By the time you're wrapping up the strip down, Miller should be finished in room F with the suspect from the 'Keyser case'. Put one there and the other in B. I'll let Palmer know that we've rounded them up."

The processing began without another word or any hesitation. The trio had been split. Maul glanced over his shoulder to see Vasil and Willow being swept away to different parts of the station. After a few minutes of being lead around some hallways, occasionally being pushed and tugged at when the guards felt he'd strayed from the appropriate speed, Maul and his escort of guards arrived at a strikingly barren room with a table and shower.

"Strip", Anderson blurted out with the enthusiasm and energy of a sloth, to which Maul complied. Water rushed out of the overhead shower at a near painful rate, leaving his skin hot and red.

"Fuckin' fuck! What the hell was that? Did the water pressure have to be so fuckin'—"

"Good, now your belongings will be held in this box." Anderson interrupted Maul's complaints. "A guard will show you were to obtain them upon your release. If you have any questions, please save them until after."

Maul wiped the water from his face and glared angrily at Anderson and fought back the urge to say anything else.

"'Lotta artwork you have there, part of a gang or...?" Anderson said in reference to Maul's tattoos as he grabbed a data pad off the table. "A couple of scars from small caliber bullet wounds as well...hmm." He continued, as he typed something onto the pad.

"Wait, why'd you type something? I didn't say anything."

"Mmm. Admission to withholding information." Anderson mumbled and sighed as he laid the pad back down. "Right. Now, turn around and touch your toes."

"Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me?"


Last edit: 10 Nov 2024, 10:55am
10 Nov 2024, 2:29pm
Gordova had more than one person to interrogate.
10 Nov 2024, 11:48pm
Coming from this logbook entry.

Vasil left the security depot, still dressed in the basic, helmetless suit he'd been given when his was confiscated during the strip search. After being given a get out of jail free card, Vasil sure as hell was not going to walk back in and demand his flight suit back. The basic suit would get him to the ship, and there were other more advanced suits on board the Umbrella, so the loss of one did not concern him.

Having no yellow access to board a tram by himself in the security zone, he piggy-backed some corporate types heading for the blue zone, slipping in just as the doors closed.

On board the Umbrella, and having no idea where Willow and Maul were, he immediately sent a message, hoping it would get through.

Someone filed a false report. Hope you guys did not get hassled leaving the sec depot. Only 2 hours left on the Umbrella's landing clearance.
12 Nov 2024, 2:48pm
Kasumi Goto"Also, for how to, get out... I, think, just call, your ship. After, we turn off turrets. The ones, outside. By that, point, it will be too late, for them to call help."


"Absolutely! We should ensure the turrets are offline before even considering blowing up the facility to ensure our extraction."

As I continued rifling through the dead officer's pockets, I came across an access card. It was nearly identical to the one we had found on another officer earlier. My fingers also brushed against something else - a small data storage device. I pulled it out and examined it closely.

"Look at this," I said, holding the device up for my companion to see. It bore a strange, unfamiliar logo - a symbol that seemed almost ancient yet appeared advanced at the same time. "This could be something useful."

The peculiar logo, which seemed to have some cybernetic theme, intrigued me. I couldn’t help but wonder what that data storage held, but I knew we had to explore its contents once we were in a safe place. For now, something else was more important - disabling the turrets and securing our extraction. However, we shouldn't forget to blow up the facility because of the Helix.

I pocketed both items and turned to my companion.

"That's it, I think we're done here."


Last edit: 12 Nov 2024, 2:55pm
12 Nov 2024, 6:13pm
"So, then, where would we find, turret controls? If not here."

I would have guessed that it was either here, in the security center, or in some kind of central control room if not. We could probably also at least attempt a remote overload of the fusion reactor from there, but it would be a safer bet to do it from engineering to ensure nobody could stop it... a matter to be discussed when it came to it.

"And, that device, maybe Guardian. Do not, recognize marking, though."

I shrugged, not having a particularly good explanation without more info on what exactly it was. Then, I caught some hushed voices in my ear, prompting me to listen out, visible despite the helmet obscuring my face through the head tilting slightly. But judging by the panicked tone, it was likely some workers not attending the "ceremony" accompanying the arrival of the 'Herald of Salvation', so no particular cause for alarm. If it weren't for my senses being somewhat improved from not being quite human any longer, I would probably not have noticed while busy with something else.
13 Nov 2024, 9:54am
With the AV stashed a decent distance away from the docks, Maul began his trek forwards. With no way to currently contact Vasil or Willow, the only logical thing to do was to return to the Umbrella and try to find a way to contact them from there.

Just before reaching the docks, he noticed someone wearing the same emergency pressure suit he'd stolen from the security station. They were sitting off on their own away from the crowd. Looking inconspicuous in a very conspicuous way. He disabled the helmet that had been obfuscating his face and approached the petite figure.

"...Willow?" He whispered rather loudly as he approached to try and get a better look.
13 Nov 2024, 9:13pm
Tattoos around the emergency pressure suited man's eye told Willow it was Maul.

"Oh, its you. Cosmic" said Willow almost going to hug Maul before she chickened out.

Security staff were directing people to safer areas of the station, while other officers raced to the detention blocks. Vasil, Maul and Willow wouldn't have long to get off the station before it went into lockdown and the transport shuttles were no aloud to leave.

Maul didn't waist any time with niceties. There hadn't been more then a few hours between beatings and fire fights since the Anansi, and he wasn't in the mood for any more. Taking Willow by the wrist, he guided her towards the dock doing his best to avoid security where he could, and join the crowd where he couldn't.

"Vasil bullshitted his way onto the station in his ship" said Maul as he dodged his way through people slowly shuffling along the concourse. "We'll get to the ship and try to find out what's going on with Vasil"

They expected guns around every corner as the approached the elevator to the pad. When the doors opened, both Willow and Maul stayed in cover and checked the coast was clear before moving quickly to the open boarding ramp. They didn't let up the caution even inside Vasil's ship until Willow felt they were deep enough inside to call for it's owner.

"Vee, you in here?"
14 Nov 2024, 2:21am
“Was wondering when you two would make it back,” Vasil said over the ship’s intercom, once Willow called out for him. Behind Willow and Maul, the boarding ramp retracted, and the doors sealed with a heavy THUNK. “I’ll request departure clearance. We should be gear up in a few minutes.”

A low hum started deep within the ship as the engines began pre-spooling and getting up to operating temperature. A slight judder during pre-ignition indicated damage to one of the engine ionization grids caused by excessive heat cycling, but quickly faded as the ship recalculated the power balance.

By the time Willow and Maul had reached the cockpit, Vasil was easing the Umbrella away from the station. The course plotted toward the starport where Willow’s ship was docked brought the Umbrella around to the day side of the station where the explosion had taken place.

The decompression rupture had blown a five meter hole in the hull and sent a web of thrity-meteer-long stress fractures spreading out from the wound like jagged lightning strikes. Four decks above and below the rupture were dark.

“Damn,” said Vasil. “It almost looks like a railgun exit. Someone either had a large explosive, or targeted a structural flaw to do that much damage.” He engaged supercruise and the station began quickly shrinking behind them. “Anyway, I’m glad they let you out.”

As far as he knew, they were all beneficiaries of a get out of jail free card, like Allan had told him in the lobby of the security depot, which is why he was so calm and unconcerned. He had no idea what Willow and Maul did to get out. Upon turning to them, it became apparent that of the three, Maul had the worst time. “You look like shit.”
14 Nov 2024, 3:35am
Maul nodded slowly with a glazed over look in his slowly shutting eyes. “Sure feels like it too.” Resting back into one of the empty crew seats felt like a heavenly embrace compared to everything that had happened prior.

“FIA’s not too happy with me. Got a lot more info on me than I thought. Fuckin’ PDB.”

He opened his eyes again and looked over at Willow and then to Vasil. “I’m glad you guys are okay. Was worried they were doing the same to y’all.”

Grunting, he adjusted himself and continued. “How’d you two get out anyhow?” He looked to Willow again. Her blonde hair dye job may have been rushed but the new look suited her in an odd way. It felt like he was looking at a different person all together. “And why were you just sitting by the docks?”
14 Nov 2024, 4:17am
“What do you mean how did we get out?” Vasil looked between Maul and Willow. He supposed they left the same way he did, but now he was not so sure. “We were let out. One of the guards said that that we were detained based on a false report and that we had been scheduled for release. He did not admit it, but I am certain he altered the records to say that because ERS had rescued his sister’s family.”

Vasil even had enough time to change into a spare flight suit while waiting for Willow and Maul. “I sent a message, but since you are still in the security-issued suits I suppose you did not get it.”

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