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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23 Nov 2016, 11:14am
"Exactly, Mr. Aune. Find a way to do it."

She closed the box and pushed it over to Stryker, then she deactivated her terminal and stood up.

"Wait here, I'll send the medical staff to proceed with the examination. Your coordinator from now on is Icy Summer. You know her as Rebecca Hail. I'll expect results within a month. Have a nice day, Mr. Aune."

She opened the door to step out.
23 Nov 2016, 5:13pm
The physical examination, was what he was expecting. And being a bodybuilder, he passed. They got their baseline.

Soon he found himself on the streets of Olympus. Mars. He had access to the monuments. The history. He could go and do some sight seeing. He found himself at Circuit Barn. 3302's equivalence of a Radio Shack. The young man working the counter looked bored until he saw the large heavily tattooed man enter. His jaw dropped, and he couldn't keep his eyes off Stryker.

Stryker went about his business. Placing circuits of various types into a small basket. He needed some cheap parts. He was well aware of the young man's covert looks and smiled inwardly.

He was done and made his purchase. The young man tried to keep his eyes averted when Stryker paid with a credit chip. He took the bag and winked at the cashier. The cashier went beet red.

Back on the streets, Stryker found a hobby store. Soon he came out with a new needle point pattern. This time he took the time to pick out one instead of randomly grabbing one. This one would be an image of a two serrated knifes, crossing over a skull. Smiling he left the shop and soon found another. A Theater costume store

He smiled and went in. After a bit, he exited. Finding anything in his size was hard enough with regular clothes. It was impossible with specialty stuff like costumes. No matter he was going to alter it anyway.

Soon he was back on his ship. He knew it was bugged, and didn't care. He lifted off, and was making his way to the Inara system.
10 Dec 2016, 7:24pm
Lilith made her way out of the Mail Slot of Citi Gateway, lamenting the message Cait had just left her with but not responding to it.

*If you run into trouble, let me know* she had said...

Granted she wasn't the first person to offer her help, but usually they were under duress, or trying to get under her dress. This time it seemed to be out of genuine concern, although Lilith still had no illusions Cait wouldn't try to truss her up and stick her into a holding cell if she was given even half a chance.

She was unsure of whether that was why she'd instructed her to stay behind, if it was empathy telling her she had to stay with Isaiah, or if it was simply tactical thinking in case this lead turned out to be a hoax. It didn't matter, she preferred solitude and worked better alone.

Her thoughts were interrupted with a loud ping informing her that she had cleared the stations Mass Lock and so she turned her attention to the Galaxy Map and plotted her course to Akbakara. Spooling up her FSD, the countdown initiated and with a bang and a flash, the Spearhead vanished into Witchspace.
12 Dec 2016, 3:40am
Dr. Glaboski had a whole new appreciation for motion sickness. He sat in his seat, buckled up, on the verge of loosing his cookies and wished that he had access to motion sickness medication. Each jump the ship made, and each decent out of which space brought a lurching sensation in his guts. He was grateful with the last jump.

Rex Castro, the pilot of the Diamond Back Explorer, requested permission to dock at the dingy extraction orbital platform. He was granted permission, and brought the ship to its pad. Soon with a hiss, it was brought into its box-like holding bay.

"It's best you leave the ship while we fuel. Accidents do happen." He said to the doctor in a low voice

Dr. Glaboski was hesitant to leave the ship, but Rex assured him that no one knew he was on board, and no one followed. The doctor reluctantly disembarked and Rex told him to be back in 2 hours after the ship had been unloaded and reloaded.

***Message***

He is here at Fairbairin Platform. You have two hours. I expect my payment upon receipt. If you miss the window, that's your problem.

***END***
12 Dec 2016, 11:12am
Lilith dropped out of Witchspace and paused at a K class star to refuel. She was quite relaxed given the situation, on her own, just her, her faithful Python and a mission to accomplish. It was business as usual at last. She had just stretched her arms out too and was ready to lean back in her pilots seat when an irritating pinging noise jarred her senses from the otherwise serene experience.

*Oh wonderful. Now there are demands being made.* She sighed and rolled her eyes. Checking her Navigation panel she found there were only a few jumps left to go. Plenty of time to get there thankfully, once her fuel tank had topped up, she'd have no stops left to make.

Knowing full well she'd meet her deadline she smiled at the computerised voiced as it piped out that her fuel scooping was completed, accompanied by the familiar 'thunk' of the scoop deactivating.

She considered her response to the pilot in question. His message was quite brazen, suggesting that the Doctor wasn't within his immediate vicinity. But she still felt obliged to be careful with her word choice.

ETA 30 Minutes. How will the exchange of Medical Goods take place?

*There,* she thought, hitting the send button, *Even if the Doctor is reading over his shoulder, he should only see a smuggling transaction take place. Hardly a revelation given he is an escaped fugitive himself...*

Turning away from the star she pointed her ship in the trajectory of the next jump point and began spooling her FSD. While the countdown began, she briefly considered sending a message to Cait but the space around her warped and twisted and the fleeting moment of companionship was left behind with the star.
12 Dec 2016, 9:51pm
Rex's tablet clicked, like a cricket. He looked at it and replied "Transference of the Value of the medical goods will occur digitally...." He went back to his work.

Meanwhile Dr. Glaboski wandered the corridors of the sketchy platform. He wasn't sure what to do or where to go. Rex had suggested a bar, but he wasn't sure that was the best place to go. He didn't trust the pilot, and so found a small diner like restaurant.

"What can I get you hun?" The waitress was tall, dressed in pink. Her short hair tied back with a hairband of brilliant pink and chewing gum in an eerily slimier fashion to a cow chewing cud.

"What do you have?" He asked.

"We got the fish, and the chef special." She said smacking her gum.

A man a few tables away groaned in pain as he laid over it. "Oh no, not again....."

Dr. Glaboski looked over at the man in agony. "What did he have?"

"Him?" She asked, "Oh, he had the special...."

"I'll have the fish..."

"Good choice!" She smacked the gum again and walked away.

"....On second thought, I just have coffee...."

She shrugged. "Alright hun, if you change you mind......"

Dr. Glaboski sat in the booth watching the time tick away.


Last edit: 12 Dec 2016, 11:15pm
12 Dec 2016, 10:39pm
One jump out, Liliths comms panel pinged again and she read the message. She furrowed her brow and snorted at the idiocy of the message. She hastily typed out her response:

Obviously you fool... I was referring to how I'm supposed to know you have the goods without evidence. Flying out here is one thing, transferring a million credits is another.

She was about to hit send, but stopped herself. It really wouldn't do to insult the man, or woman? The realisation she had never met the pilot in question led her to erase the angry response. A deep breath and she steered away from the star, and initiated the jump into Akbakara. Using the time travelling through Witchspace to rethink her message.

Dropping out, she turned towards the station, and typed out her more carefully thought out words.

Easily managed, how do I verify you have the goods?

Hitting send, she began her approach to the station and got ready to drop out once her HUD verified she had reached the Safe Drop Out distance.
12 Dec 2016, 11:28pm
Again, a beep emanated from Rex's tablet as he was looking over the goods being loaded onto his ship. He rolled his eyes and typed back a simple one word reply:

"Faith."

The pilot tossed the pad haphazardly onto a box and went back to his work.

Dr. Glaboski sat there wondering if he should help the man groaning in pain. Yet everyone seemed to be ignoring him, and he figured when your in Rome, do what the Romans do. He looked down at his coffee. It was black. Bitter. And what coffee should be. He wondered if he should add cream, or sugar. Or maybe both. That led to another philosophical problem. How much of each? The ratio had to be exact to fully enjoy the complex flavors. He immediately dumped the thought and wondered if there was some Torani (TM) Vanilla bean flavoring. That would be tasty... He mused, but only if there was almond biscotti to dunk into it.

He leaned on the table.

Ah, life's simple pleasures.... He wondered if he would ever get back to doing surgery. How far would the news travel? He was sure by now everyone in the Inara system knew what he did. He thought for a moment about Isaiah and wondered if they were able to pull the probe out of his skull....

"...mmmm....This is actually good coffee...." He found himself saying after a sip.


He went back to his thoughts, Well, that bounty hunter did provide some interesting data.....I wonder if I could expand on it....
13 Dec 2016, 12:06pm
Given that this System was only 20 Lightyears away from Inara, Lilith seriously considered refitting her ship to accomodate longer distances. The fact she'd had to stop to refuel on such a short trip was ridiculous. But then, she had gotten used to the slightly increased manouverability a light fuel tank brought. She pushed the thought aside for now as she dropped out of Supercruise at Fairbairn Platform, just in time for her comms panel to beep again with a single word.

'Faith'

*Oh goody... A goddam preacher...* She snorted as she closed the distance between herself and the platform. It would have been preferable for this pilot to have chosen Bennet Horizons as the meeting area, there would be more options available there. But this place was smaller, so it would be easier to find them she figured. *Gift horses Lilith... Gift Horses....*

Requesting permission to land, she was assigned a platform and a few moments later she was rewarded with the satisfying thunk and hiss as her Python touched down gently onto the pad and was locked into place. Further banging and hissing noises ensued as she hit the button to enter the hanger bay and the pad lowered itself into the station.

Forgetting that the pads reversed into the bays, Lilith had stood up to change out of her Remlock Suit and nearly found herself face first on the floor as the pad swung 180 degrees with alarming speed.

*Thank god for Mag Boots...* She thought to herself. A few minutes later she was standing at her ships access hatch, in her usual tactical gear and her trenchcoat to conceal it and brought out her datapad. Checking the time, she messaged her contact.

I'm here with an hour to spare. As much as I enjoy treasure hunts, I'd like some specific directions at this point. You'll get your payment as soon as the cargo transfer is complete

With that, she hit the button to open her hatch and descended the boarding ramp. As she approached the bay doors, she double checked she'd requested a refuel and sat on a nearby set of crates by the exit. Not wanting to reveal herself before she had a location to aim for.
13 Dec 2016, 4:51pm
Rex's slate beeped again. He placed the large box in his hands upon a crate, picked up the device, gave it a quick read, huffed and typed back a quick responce.

Do I have to do everything for you? Honestly? How do you even function on a day to day basis? Put your big boy pants on, walk into the station and open your eyes. I'm busy.

Rex didn't really care. He was getting paid either way. Either from the bounty on the Doctor's head, or from the fair, taxing the doctor to his final destination.

Back in the diner, the doctor looked up at the clock, then back at his coffee, then over at Mr. McGroans. Two large men showed up and slid into the booth next to him. He put his head down.

The first man spoke. "You don't think your taking this a bit literally are you?"

The second man looked up from his slate. "You heard what he said, comb the maintenance shaft."

The first one grunted. "Once this tedious task is over, wanna hit the strip joint?"

"Ever been to Exotica?" Asked the second.

"No..."

"Dude, they have the best selection. When we head back to Pegasi region, my treat."

The doctor rolled his eyes, as a quiet sigh slipped from his lips.

One of the large men turned around and slapped the Doctor on the shoulder. "If you ain't using the sugar...." He held out a large hand. The doctor obliged.
13 Dec 2016, 6:07pm
I prefer womens clothing thanks. It was a legitimate question seeing as I have no idea who you are, what ship you fly OR what pad you are on. But feel free to kid yourself it's obvious. Lilith typed back angrily. She didn't abide arrogance despite having been called as such herself. Of course, she knew the pilots name was Rex Castro, thanks to Bloodfeather, but decided to keep that to herself, lest she need that information later.

She hopped off the crate she was sat on and left the pad. Given there was no information to go on regarding ship or pilot, she figured it would be best to scour the stations facilities first. It was a small place, couple of shops, a cafe/diner and a few other un-noteworthy buildings, bar one. A small store selling pharmaceuticals and other such products. It was of no interest to her, until a quick peek through the window of the cafe and she spotted her quarry. At least she'd hoped it was Glaboski.

Leaning against the corner by the window, she faced her back towards the interior of the diner and angled her datapad to use the screens reflection to get a better view. He was sitting at an angle to her, so she thought for a moment. *Walk in and hope? Or verify and have some fun?*

She'd gotten it wrong before, so opted for the 'verify first' approach. Ensuring she was out of sight but could still see her target, she looked up and, accidentaly on purpose, stuck her foot out, tripping over a passing man. Hoping the commotion created would cause him to look out the window while she peered through the reflection.


Last edit: 13 Dec 2016, 6:19pm
13 Dec 2016, 6:54pm
Rex heard his slate, beep -yet- again. He huffed and typed back a reply

And you felt the need to make obvious what was plainly obvious?

The excellent diner coffee was finally having its effect on the good doctor. He had to go wee-wee. The tall man pushed himself up from the booth. He waved to the waitress who was still doing her best to impersonate a cow, and the doctor dully wondered how long she had been masticating that particular piece of gum. She meet him halfway.

"Wha'cha want hun?" She asked between smacks.

"To use the bathroom."

"Sure hun." And she handed him a key dangling from the end of a stick.

Doctor Glaboski took the key and used it to unlock the uni-sex bathroom. It was dingy, and not very clean. Totally expected given the establishment. He stood over the pot, making intermittent splashing sounds as he wrote out his name in the water, gyrating his hips and whatnot. He was humming a tune of his own invention. Nothing too brilliant, but in his mind he was a regular fucking Mozart. He finished, zipped upped and noticed on the mirror there was a sign that instructed: "All Employees must wash their hands before returning to work." He looked at the sink and pulled a face. I would probably contract some sort of disease using that.... and wished he had a bottle of Purell (TM) with him. He used a foot to open the door, and walked over to the register. As he passed the man groaning in pain, he heard him faintly say something about hating yogurt, even with strawberries. He shook his head returned the key and paid.

Once outside the establishment, he turned and walked right past Lilith, hands in his pockets and head down.


Last edit: 13 Dec 2016, 7:09pm
13 Dec 2016, 8:22pm
*Of course he'd bugger off right now* Lilith thought, helping the man up and apologising, trying to imply that she'd not seen him while examining her datapad. He seemed to accept the apology but was still somewhat irate when he left.

Turning to face back inside the Diner, she noted that the man she suspected was Glaboski still wasn't back. However, looking around she caught a glimpse of someone who looked very similar to him walking a few paces away. *I give up. There's nothing else for it* she decided.

Following him down the corridoor just out of earshot of the main group she unholstered her gun, held it down by her side, pointed at the floor and bellowed loudly.

"DOCTOR!! SUSAN WOULD LIKE A WORD WITH YOU!!"
13 Dec 2016, 8:48pm
The doctor spun around, confused and perplexed.

Susan? What?

"The bitch divorced me. All the legal proceedings are done...." The doctor looked down and saw the gun. His stomach dropped and he slowly raised his hands backing up.

"Since when..." He gulped "...did subpoenas come with guns?"
13 Dec 2016, 9:03pm
"The bitch did the right thing..." Lilith spat, walking towards Glaboski slowly, taking care to maintain her distance, "Since when did Doctors play dress up with their patients?"

She kept herself calm. Finally, he was right where she wanted him. Anger, Joy, Satisfaction and a myriad of other emotions coursed through her and she was unbelievably tempted to just shoot him and be done with it. But no, he had to know why. He had to learn his lesson.

"What's the matter, you don't recognise me?" She added, finger twitching over her trigger, but still pointing the gun downwards, "Maybe imagine me in lipstick or some shit!!!"

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