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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1. Control only the actions of your own character(s). (AKA: God Mode)
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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.

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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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6. Perfect characters are boring.
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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.

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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.

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23 May 2024, 3:05pm
“Still the same.”, I replied.

“The same people who helped me cause trouble here - or I helped… depending, on who you ask - have moved to causing trouble there. And I may too, if nothing else is keeping me busy.”

I shrugged lightly.

“But, only in the way that gives Azimuth… no legal means to annoy me. I would say, anyway. But they are in control there, so will be more careful. And not dock at the big station which they own in the system.”

“Anyway… I think I would like to get started. Whatever happens over there, I do not think it would… ‘convince’ them to stop working in secret. Or me breaking stuff on ships because I am big.”
23 May 2024, 8:01pm
I slid into the pilot’s seat, buckling up as I brought up the nav displays out of old habit. Always got a hyperspace jump point locked in, just in case I needed to make a quick getaway - and so this time, too, I had already plotted a course to Howarth Engineering, Xi Wangda. Then I ran through all the status checks and self-diagnostics. Everything was shipshape, just the way I like it, so I entered the codes to grant my passenger access.

“Now, you should be able to tap into the ship’s functions with that fancy wrist computer of yours. Give it a whirl,” I said, turning to my passenger.

Next I flicked a switch, and the ship’s power source revved up, priming energy for the thrusters and shields. The spacecraft hummed to life, ready for takeoff.

“Ready when you are.”
23 May 2024, 8:45pm
I followed as prompted, trying to not get nosy and just connect to the stuff that was, sort of, in front of me. Two holo-panels floating in the air just in front of me were displaying... would have been displaying, whatever those instruments I had at my disposal would pick up. Right now, though, they were empty. Not being used, and nothing to pick up yet anyway. So I turned them off again, for the meantime, and looked at my pilot.

"I think... it works. But not sure. Maybe I will give things a try while we fly where you want. And try not to be scanned, by Azimuth security. My vital signs, are... difficult to hide. Maybe."

"And try to be gentle with the flying. There are, some parts... to me, which do not like to be swung around. Or, I would rather they not swing around, when I want to focus."

A thing which might've been obvious, but came to my mind anyway, decided to leave the brain and go to the mouth.

"Please take off only after the hangar is open."
23 May 2024, 11:06pm
“Ever heard about my wild Robigo Runs? Feels like I’m living a déjà vu… I can handle a chatty passenger, but don’t you start ordering booze or suggesting tourist traps…” I quipped, eyes locked on the Type-6 Transporter’s readouts. Everything was in the green, energy flow steady and stable.

I reached for the communicator.

“Abode Control, this is Commander Haraldsen. Requesting clearance for the Gullveig to leave the docking bay.”

The reply came swiftly.

Abode: “Control here. Acknowledged, Commander Haraldsen. You’re up next. Stand by for our signal.”

I waited, patient as the heavy security doors opened and our lift transport concluded. The routine was second nature. Then came the go-ahead.

Abode: “Clearance granted. Safe travels, Commander Haraldsen.”

I fired up the engines, maneuvering the transporter out of the landing zone with a gentle precision, then began a moderate ascent, accelerating smoothly. The carrier already shrank behind the Gullveig as I turned to my passenger.

“How about a quick systems check? I suggest you link up and scan towards Abode while I prep everything for the jump to the Xi Wangda System.”
24 May 2024, 11:46am
“I have not heard of your ‘Robigo runs’, no. I do not even know what it is… and have never been there.”

I’d certainly never been there, that much I could be sure on. Nothing in my ship records said as much.

“And I am not a ‘chatty passenger’. If I am bored, I rather fall asleep or get distracted by… things. To read… or play with.”

Not that I defined what I played with when bored. Said boredom could also manifest in restlessness, but right now I just sat in my chair. Then the ship took off, and the effects of the acceleration quickly manifested on my lower half as I got pushed into the seat. And said seat itself. At least… the supposed “flexible material” was doing its job, as my rear part shifted outward while pressed down by the forces. It remained comfortable enough around the hips, but my thighs were definitely trying to push the boundary already.

I also - still - wasn’t too fond of putting my well-being entirely in the hands of another person. At least this wasn’t my ship, but I really didn’t like this ugly metal box of a Lakon transporter. So I turned my attention to the systems to at least try to make the discomfort I experienced less apparent… that still not helped by the odd sensations I felt whenever I was near this person. But without knowing more… I couldn’t say anything to that. Yet.

“I think, everything works. At least …”

I pointed at the data showing on the interfaces. Whatever I got out of it didn’t go through my own security measures onboard. Or maybe I’d subconsciously avoided so to not find data from my stuff on someone else’s ship, without personally sharing, or providing access to, it. And I shuffled around a little, in vain, also hoping the acceleration would cease soon.

“The seat could use more padding around my thighs. They are too fat when spread out. Or thick… I do not know which word you prefer.”
24 May 2024, 1:55pm
"Ahh. Well, maybe it’s a good thing you’ve never been there. No idea what it looks like now, but back in the day, the Robigo region was under the thumb of the Robigo Cartel - a bunch of criminal, yet filthy rich, types. I earned my creds there, running passenger missions for one of my first ships. And let me tell you, those nouveau riche, wannabe stars and glitterati - they always had special requests. Whether it was a last-minute detour to some other tourist trap or fetching booze and other goodies for their entertainment… things got downright rowdy in those passenger cabins."

I aligned the Gullveig with the jump coordinates to Xi Wangda and hummed the opening bars of an ancient tune that always popped into my head during moments like these - ‘some people call me the space cowboy…’

"They-never-come-back airlines accept your complaint about the uncomfortable seat. Still, we wish you a pleasant flight," I quipped, flashing a wide grin.

Then, with a touch more seriousness, I added, "We’ll need a better solution if this becomes a habit. But for a first time, the boys from engineering seem to have done a decent job. And since your instruments survived their check, let’s dive headfirst into the fun, shall we?"

I punched the ship to jump speed.

"Secure your harness, barf bags are on your left… just try not to redecorate the pilot."
24 May 2024, 6:19pm
"Then... yes, it is a good thing that I have never taken passenger runs. Except, maybe... sometimes helping people away from the war. I know we went over it, but... this is all too 'simple'. We have decided to just stop anything other than exploding Thargoids, and they... do not really fight back? Do they... we, not think that is wrong? Surely, they would not just sit there, waiting, to be destroyed."

Unfortunately, mostly for me, I hadn't "missed" it when the wave of madness and stupidity reached Oya, even if I was not directly nearby, though still in the Bubble. I'd definitely not be anywhere near when the next Titan was up for it, that looking to be Hadad... because, of course. It presented a much easier target, than any that remained, and humans always tried to pick on the weaker one. I snapped away from that thinking and continued to talk.

"No singing, please. It will only distract. And I will want to watch system 'chatter' for anything, of interest ..."

I looked out into open space, at nothing in particular.

"I would prefer to just fly myself, the next time...s, we may meet. Or work together. But yes, please make a wider chair if I have to sit in this ugly box again. I can... do, without my big body getting squished."

The jump initiated, momentarily sparing me of the acceleration force, until the ship dropped out of the hyperspace tunnel, and the primary red dwarf popped into view. Luckily, it was not a "retina burner" as I qualified anything above G class. And, limitedly, G type stars which were on the upper range of luminosity. Thinking it better to not mention the 'sensations' I felt while travelling through Witch Space, like being watched by many different things - probably Thargoids - I made a remark on the system entry, before turning the monitoring displays on again.

"I hope your keeper of treasures keeps this treasure intact. And you will not be re-decorated... unless you do something funny, or that turns my stomach, upside down."
24 May 2024, 7:01pm
"Couldn't handle much of me, could you? Wanting to take the helm yourself after just a few minutes of flight... and here I haven't even kicked it into high gear. Haven't even sung a note... just hummed. But what don't we do for our guests..."

I swung the Gullveig in a gentle arc away from the sun, steering towards our real destination.

"The ship was simply perfect for our mission. Otherwise, I would've preferred a different model, though I reckon she'll serve us well. As for the Thargoids - maybe it's a mistake to judge them by human standards. They're a species that's been spacefaring for ages; they must know what they're doing. And aren't they insectoid? Maybe death means something entirely different to them than it does to us."

I shrugged my shoulders; as far as I was concerned, that topic was done and dusted. At the moment, I was more concerned about our own well-being; that was the immediate problem. As for saving the world, or the entire universe - sure, but one task at a time, please.

I accelerated gently towards our destination - very gently by my standards, but I took my passenger's hint about stomach-turning quite seriously.

"Approach commencing shortly. It might get a bit bumpy in the atmosphere - that's just the nature of the beast."
24 May 2024, 8:21pm
"You do not understand what I mean.", I answered, my tone as annoyed as it was determined. "You accuse me of thinking of them as too human, but it is a mistake to think they will just leave, because they were shot. It is why they are here, in the first place. And instead of, trying to understand more about them, their motives, the only thing we are still good at doing is smashing a problem with a hammer, hoping it goes away... but it does not always go away."

I breathed deeply. Now the box had been opened, and I was about to let it all out.

"Do you even know what this is like for me? When one of those Titans dies? What I can see... hear... feel? You could not even understand if I told you. But nobody cares, any longer. They all just want to kill, and "remove the Titans". Not remembering why they are here. Ignoring that this is not a solution."

I gave off a rather annoyed sound.

"We will cover this later. I want to focus on Azimuth being idiots. It is more important now, than a stupid war that has lost all sense, and where nobody wants to fix, it."

"And we have different styles. I do not like music or distractions from what I do, unless it is for leisure. And even, then, I often just want quiet. Just let me, work. And I will let you."

While there had been a consideration to give off some joking remark about throwing up, when I was at little risk to in a ship... at the moment, anyway, there being some memory of it not always being the case in the past. Instead, I turned to the data monitoring occurring in front of me, basically ignoring there even was somebody else there with me. Right now, I needed to.
25 May 2024, 9:53am
“Whoa, hold up. All I’m trying to say is their strategy probably makes more sense to them than it does to us, because we might be measuring all wrong by our puny human standards. And who knew you’d get all choked up over their demise?”

I clammed up for the rest of the flight, while the ship sliced through the atmosphere of Xi Wangda A5, making a beeline for Howarth Engineering. After a smooth sail, it was time to crackle over the comms for landing clearance.

“Howarth Engineering, this is the cargo vessel Gullveig. Requesting permission to land.”

“Howarth Engineering here, flight control. We’re buzzin’ with activity, but traders are always a welcome sight. Landing pad 4 will be ready for you shortly. Hang tight for our signal.”

I throttled back and lined up the ship for our assigned landing pad, where another ship was still prepping for takeoff. The assigned pad was quite a distance away from the central hub, snuggled up next to a big wall that split our pad from a bunch of others - probably private or corporate property. Only one lonely ship sat on one of those while the rest of the place was hopping with hustle and bustle.

“I’ve been around the block a few times, but this? Never laid eyes on anything like it. You know any other civilian joint with a split landing field?” I tossed the question to my passenger, who had remained silent until now.
25 May 2024, 10:58am
"I have not.", I replied, looking at the thing in question. "It does not look like 'standard operation' to me, not at... places like this, anyway. Military, yes, but this... no. Which way will we point when we land? Because the active scanner, is usually on the nose. And I may need to use it to look at this ship... unless you have better on it? I, mean... this?"

Gravity on this planet wasn't too high, just enough to be noticeable, but not quite sufficient to make my hips want to eat up the seat completely. Had it been closer to .5G or Earth gravity, if not above... things might have gotten more 'interesting'. But as they weren't, I decided to draw attention to something else, while we waited for the ship ahead in line to take off. And, of course... I kept the funny monitoring equipment pointed at the departing ships, if just to see whether they revealed anything interesting, or it was simply ordinary traders taking off, in the attempt to make it all look legitimate. But these eyes knew better.

"Listen to this. A comms beacon somewhere, picked up a transmission from two Federal ships. Apparently... they encountered an odd, unknown ship, which was automated. Or looked to be. And something about a beam weapon which quickly destroyed them. Does it sound familiar?"

That question was less of a question and more of a 'You know what I'm talking about', while I let the intercepted transmission play out.

"I noticed it in a network of a... have I mentioned them to you? An 'Anti-Club Accord'. They listen for all kinds of, interesting things... and we may have had luck, there."

The ship on pad 4 was off. I sighed, the inherent nervousness of being somewhere I didn't want or wasn't supposed to be settling in a little more obviously now. Not to mention the previous 'disagreement'.

"If you knew what I had to deal with, because of what we do to Titans only because we are too stupid to want to figure out how to make them leave without violence, you would understand why I am annoyed about it. But, there are other reasons, too... which I may mention later. After this, or only if we get to know each other, better."

Having to say something "social" like this was making me badly uncomfortable again, already, so I shut up and focused on the data readouts once more. Azimuth comms chatter throughout the system didn't seem to be too special, at the moment, besides the mess caused by "anarchists"... which I of course decided to let flash up on the main ship comms display on the top right, because it was amusing. To me, at least, that they still thought anyone who opposed them was a lawless no-good. Though I certainly... disagreed with some of the means employed, notably those involving violence against settlement workers, and to a lesser degree the security forces. We were just lucky no such 'raid' was currently occurring here.

Security circling the outpost - an odd amount, especially considering these small-scale sites usually lacked it unless it was a military operation - at least thought we were only an ordinary trader, thankfully, and so didn't think to bother going for any kind of detailed scan.
25 May 2024, 3:22pm
“We’re practically a flying eye and ear out here. What you affectionately call an ugly metal box is actually a piece of high-tech wizardry. The scanner is top-notch, A-class, tuned for maximum coverage - gives you about a 270-degree view. Some of the more advanced components might be ‘missed’ by the Imperial Intelligence…” I said with a mischievous lilt.

Just then, local flight control gave the green light, and I refocused on piloting the ship. With a graceful arc, I guided the Gullveig towards the now-vacant landing pad four. I began the descent and only moments later, the ship touched down gently, its nose pointed at the wall, and thus at the solitary ship behind it, as suggested. I killed the engines and turned back to my passenger.

“I don’t recall you ever mentioning this network before, but information is definitely a precious commodity… I welcome any edge we can get. And this transmission sounds mighty intriguing. Probably the same thing you’re thinking… sounds a lot like what Hothis was babbling about in that Type-10 recording. I was hoping they weren’t that far along… seems their department works more efficiently than the rest of the outfit.”

I glanced at the displays in front of me and listened to the comms chatter for a moment before accessing the local market through the trade computer.

“Nothing out of the ordinary. Seems like no one’s taking a special interest in us. Let’s make sure they keep thinking we’re just traders.”

I scrolled through the market offerings, fully aware that these activities were tracked to reserve any potential orders on the spot and thus adding to our camouflage.

“I agree on better shelving that chat about the Thargoids for later. Like you said, this place is crawling with security. Haven’t spotted anything on the ground yet, but there’s enough action in the skies to make a getaway very difficult. Let’s keep our heads down and make sure we jet out of here still playing the part of ordinary traders. I’ll snag a few goods for additional camouflage.”
25 May 2024, 4:15pm
The landing sent a jolt through the ship... and me into the seat a little further until the ship stabilized on its landing gear, then my body resumed its shape under gravity... and I replied, trying to not be distracted by that sensation of all the soft stuff shifting.

"Then we need to be faster, if they are already far along."

I started a simple scan on the ship, nothing deep yet... so that it wouldn't be detected by any onboard instruments. Only a deeper one would be, and I had... ways of getting around that, too. But not yet. Maybe I could also find something on the settlement network about it.

"How much range does your scanner lose to scan in nearly every direction? And there are some ground turrets, anti-air. What you would... expect, around here. Still, it is... better to not cause trouble."

Basic scan finished, its results showed up on the display. Nothing useful, not even an ID on the ship... which was precisely the curious thing.

"We may have something, here. There is no identification for the ship. I will try to get into its systems or the outpost's... without making the alarm go off. I think you would prefer that. But, it is possible you may need to plug me in somewhere... out there."

I made a pointing gesture outside, and, then, to further sell the disguise of traders... requested a market log about current prices within the region. Which also gave me an opportunity to see which network node was handling those and purchase or sell requests, and get my entry point into it. Or, at least, something through which I could get a map with locations, itself useful to finding a central server. But first, the unidentified ship.
26 May 2024, 9:14am
“The scanner is a prototype. Range is not as bad as you might think – still kicks about 5 km at a 270-degree sweep. And it’s very sensitive, so the power draw doesn’t treacherously scream 'Here I am!'. But let’s still steer clear of those turrets and anti-air, yeah? Don’t fancy becoming space dust today.”

I mulled over what my passenger had just spilled about the ship on the other side of the wall.

“A ship with no ID? Now that sounds interesting for sure. But how do we snag more intel? Is that possible via the scanners if the thing is so sealed off? Because I sure as hell can’t waltz over that wall without being noticed.”

I paused for a moment, weighing our options.

“I could also leave the ship, strut over to main administration, and drop a mini-drone on the sly. Those buggers are tiny but also only have a limited range and service life. Another option would be to buy something at the market and hack into the drone that transports the goods to us. It could then perhaps serve as a gateway into the local network. Or do you have a better trick up your sleeve?”
26 May 2024, 9:37am
“I do not know, if it is possible. No. I can only tell …” I glanced at the data panels. “… that it is damaged. Shot, maybe. But if you get me into the network… I could have some kind of, access code, for it. Maybe. And if it communicates with whatever is on the other side, I could, piggyback along the same channel. Hide the signal among the normal. And then hack into things, from there. As for, how to get in …”

I looked back outside, shifting in the seat a little at the same time, to remain more comfy.

“I do not think, that anything we, or even, the civilian workers, get access to… has connections to where they hide their… how to call it… ‘dirty’, things. Even that drone. So you may have to go sneak in… which I cannot join you for, I am afraid.”

I threw a playful look at my companion following that, while also kind of wishing my brain worked better already… such that my speech patterns were a little faster and less simplistic. I also would have thought, to make my awfully nice shape less distracting, but somehow I doubted that would be the case even if I was fully functional.

The price data which I’d requested arrived, though I had it screened through the ship’s various security systems just to be sure. Could never be too careful with Azimuth, after all… a convenient FSD malfunction and safety failsafe disengagement near a star was a good way to get rid of someone you didn’t want around. And I had to assume they weren’t aware I was on the ship, so nothing to make them think twice about doing so.

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