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.
12 Jul 2017, 7:26pm
"Are you saying ... that a small mistake made us travel a bit more than the usual range?" Leif joked back with a smirk on his face.

"But yeah," he rubbed his face, "that's what I thought. Rest a bit, if you feel like it, maybe take some painkillers. I'll work on the sensorics in the meantime. And if you need a hand on the FSD later, call me."

He turned back to the view of the glowing center of the galaxy, taking a few deep breathes.

Shit, I didn't want to come out here so soon again. But this time I have some company, atleast.

Leif turned to the comms. "This is captain Leif, and our current situation is as follows," he started, took another breath and continued: "We are just about nowhere in deep space, a very far distance away from where we're coming. The ship requires some repairs right here and then we will continue towards the nearest settlement. Our short trip will take ... ehm ... a little longer than expected. If you wish to send some messages, feel free to use the K-cast, otherwise, the entertainment system is still online and we got enough food for a few days. I'll talk to you when I have news."

He closed the comms and sighed again.
14 Jul 2017, 5:53pm
Bryan was relieved to see that Leif wasn't angry enough that he wasn't able to joke about the situation. He suppressed the urge to correct him with 'Well...maybe a smidge more than the usual range'.

"No, I should get it fixed before the fuel sitch gets any more dire, I can rest once we're underway. I don't think painkillers are necessary, I'm a wee bit tender but I'll just walk it off." Bryan hadn't gotten out of the co-pilot seat yet. He watched as Leif made the announcement to the passengers, a smile creeping across his face as Leif tried to avoid disclosing the gravity of their true situation.

Bryan stood up to leave to go try to work a miracle on the FSD. He stopped beside the co-pilot chair resting his arm on the shoulder. "Sooo... If we're cornered by one of them, do we come clean about the situation or dodge the question like the plague?"
14 Jul 2017, 6:45pm
"Uh."

Leif shrugged, inhaling and exhaling in sync with raising and lowering his shoulders.

"I guess I arrange a vis-a-vis with Hallman and tell him. Don't want to throw off the others too much." He paused and looked up to Bryan, "Just point them to me if they ask, alright?"

Bryan nodded and just started walking off, as he suddenly stopped. "About the FSD," he started, "do you have schematics or ... such of it?"

"Erm," Leif let slip out as he thought, "try the engineering console, maybe there's something saved there. I don't know as I never needed it."

He got up and walked over to it, which was located at the back of the cockpit, and started it up.

"Here," he said as the device started humming and a sizzling holographic display came up, "I'll just leave you with it."

With a few steps Leif headed out of the cockpit and left Bryan with the console.
14 Jul 2017, 8:20pm
"Ah, Cheers," Bryan said, coming back from the cockpit door to the console Leif had just activated. He hit the button on the console to go straight to the table of contents of the repair manual. The contents were arranged by Module in no order that Bryan could discern, they weren't arranged alphabetically or by floor, which was listed beside each module in brackets. Must be organised by manufacturing part codes or something

Bryan skimmed through the modules searching for the FSD or other systems he could repurpose to get it working again. He was about halfway down the page when he stopped. A module on the third floor had caught his attention. The thought of it irritated him, it didn't make sense, it was illogical to install one on a spaceship. What The Fuck? Seriously?!?!? WHY?!?!?!! He turned to ask Leif but he had already left the cockpit. He decided to ask him about it later.

Bryan continued searching for the FSD in the table, the lingering irritation was growing the longer it wasn't explained. He found the FSD and jumped to the relevant page and accompanying schematic. He downloaded the plans onto his arm computer and headed off to repair the frame shift. Bryan] tried to push the other module out of his mind but only managed to push it to the back where it niggled at him. He didn't see Leif on his way. He'd have to wait a little longer to ask.
14 Jul 2017, 8:39pm
Leif arrived at the doorway to the room the Senator and his company were in, the bodyguard now stood outside and gave Leif a slight nod upon seeing him.

"Sorry about what happened earlier," Leif whispered, "'twas a bit rough and ... just take a break, I promise there won't be anything dangerous near us soon."

With that he left him standing, the polite smile from the bodyguard's face made way for a confused look. Leif entered the room, stopped a few feet in and made a slight bow.

"Senator Hallman?"

The senator took his eyes off his secretary and laid them on Leif. "Yes?" he replied.

"May I speak with you for a minute, face to face?" Leif asked and slightly raised his right arm, pointing to the door.

"Um, sure," the senator replied, unsure of what's about to come, "give me a moment, would you?"

"Of course," Leif said as he nodded, "meet me in the cockpit at your convenience."

He turned on his heel and headed out again. The bodyguard looked after him, still in doubt.
16 Jul 2017, 5:43pm
Mhera stood on the platform, shamefaced and utterly naked and hands chained together. A tried to tilt her head, in an effort to loosen a tight leather collar about her neck. People of all sorts were whooping and hollering, casting out thier bids. One unsavoury individual kept a wandering on her. The credits continued to rise with each hand shot in the air. As the time ran out, the greasy individual added an additional twenty percent securing the bid.

Meanwhile, Luke, having taken the path to the right, spotted a curious object laying in the loose gravel
It glinted in the light, with a reflective quality.
16 Jul 2017, 6:21pm
Catching a glimpse of something shiny, Luke skidded to a halt next to it and bent down to investigate, hoping, praying it was something useful. A sword perhaps, or even a shield. He reached out and dusted the gravel off the object. Heart still pounding in fear and anticipation.
16 Jul 2017, 8:33pm
It was a small combat like knife with a serrated edge.. The hilt was made of bone, and the blade, of some sort of metal. As he lifted the blade up, it soon became apparent that a wire was attached to it. A slight tug and it disconnected. A moment later, there air was punctured with a whirling sound as a modified skimmer hovered up out of the dust. It was much smaller then it's planetary counterpart, and under it had what looked like a modified projectile weapons. Its blue light blinked the with a low beep, the light turned red. It dashed to one side, hovered for a moment as the weapon took aim.

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16 Jul 2017, 9:15pm
Lukes joy of finding a weapon was very short lived as the drone rose up in front of him and pointed it's weapon directly at him. Adrenaline pulsed through him instantly as his thoughts became a blur and he did as his body commanded.

Diving and rolling under the drone to throw off it's aim, he hurled himself into a sprint. The implants in his legs recieving their first proper workout in ages. Given the winding nature of the maze he was in, avoiding the gunfire whizzing past him was straightforward, but no less terrifying. Before long he was at full steam, using the walls at each corner to kick off from and keep his momentum up as much as possible. Diving, rolling and weaving as much as necessary without stumbling.

The soles of his feet, however, were not happy with the abuse and were beginning to sting quite a bit. After what seemed like an age, but was probably mere seconds, the sounds of gunfire fell quiet and the whirring sound of the drones propulsion stopped.

Figuring that was it outrun, or just lost, he took that moment to lean against a wall and catch his breath, still gripping the knife tight. Sweat dripped down the side of his face as he fought to get his heart rate under control.
17 Jul 2017, 9:13pm
Bryan arrived back at the hole in the wall that housed the now damaged FSD, where he'd been only a few minutes before, still grumbling about the module on the third floor. His Lockbox in the corner of the hall, still laying open, a number of its contents had floated up from the depths of the boxes in the zero gravity. Slowly spinning in the space above the blue box like graceful dancers pirouetting slowly through the air. A photo in a small black frame rotated to greet Bryan, five smiling faces welcomed him back. For a second Bryan could almost hear the clattering of knives and forks against plates. Bryan ripped himself from the memory before he became enveloped in it, he averted his gaze from the picture trying to forget his near flashback and focus on the task at hand.

He pushed the floating objects back into the box and closed the lid to prevent them from escaping again. He turned back to the hole in the wall, now that Bryan was looking at it, it didn’t look good, the FSD which was glowing blue through some panels and some little viewports was now mostly covered in a layer of soot and instead of a steady glow it now flickered feebly
Jesus Bryan thought, this was going to be a big task to get working again but he was confident that he could work something out.

Bryan picked up the carcas of the data-slate that had exploded in his hand earlier, which was still hanging by the data transfer cord which was still plugged into the system terminal.
Sorry miss. He flipped it over. The back had partially melted and was still hot to the touch. “Musta been feedback from the system overloaded the battery pack, should’a guessed that was gonna happen” he muttered to himself, he pried the damaged casing off of the data-slate with his fingers to get to the internals. “Looks like the backup storage survived the explosion so her data must still be ok, good” He detached the cable and put the data-slate inside the box.

He turned his attention to the system terminal. It looked ok compared to the rest of the frame shift drive, the display was still working and flashing red warning signs. Bryan wiped the soot off of the screen, a plethora of red pop up warnings assaulted his vision. He exited them one by one as he re-engaged the safety protocols. Within a few minutes he’d cleared them and was finally able to view the diagnostics screen. “looks like the internals are gunked up, some cleaning should fix it, minor hairline fractures to critical cracking of the induction tubes, good they have spare parts in a maintenance hatch...” Bryan twisted his body to look behind him “12 meters back that way. Ok, what else. Half of the electrical connections to the power array are fried, that explains the flickering.”

Bryan checked the FSD’s connection to the engines, “Shit.” the engines had damaged the heat conductor during the jump, they were building up heat without releasing it. He called up Leif on his arm computer again, he heard the call connect “Leif, the heat conductors have failed, I need you to shut the engines down so I can fix them before they melt” He said.
“Sure, sure” Leif responded while he was audibly tapping through menus.

Bryan stood up to go fix the engines, He’d had to do this very repair a couple of times on the Nomadic Wayfarer he never had much luck with finishing the repairs without burning himself.
“Time to get stuck in an access vent for twenty minutes”
19 Jul 2017, 5:48pm
The door to the cockpit opened with a hardly hearable swishing sound as Senator Hallman stepped in slowly, his boots clicking with every step and arms crossed behind the back.

“What is it then, you’d like to tell me in private?” he calmly asked Leif, who stopped tapping through menus immediately and turned his head.

“Well,” Leif responded as he pushed himself out of his seat, “what do you see out of this screen?” and pointed out of the canopy.

Hallman stopped and let his gaze wander over the whole panorama.

“Space,” he finally said with a low grumbling, “but … brighter … it’s not as dark as I’m used to.”

“That’s because we’re near the core,” Leif said as Hallman looked at him with a huge question mark on his face. Leif in response rolled his lips inwards and kept staring at him.

Rolling his lips back out, Leif kept staring at the Senator, which still looked back puzzled.

“So,” the Senator took word and moved his arms forward, crossing them on his chest, “what are we going to do?”

“Fly back and get you where you wanted to go to, I guess.” Leif shrugged. “Unless you might change your mind at the fact that this will take at least five days.”

Hallman’s mouth fell open. “Five days? Where are we?”

“As far as I can tell,” Leif turned over to the panels still open and read information for a moment, “somewhere in the Dryoi Pruae sector, about twentyone and a half thousand lightyears from Inara. I have to recalibrate the sensors to get our exact location.”

Hallman frowned and reinforced his stance.

“I have good news, anyway,” Leif tried to break up the situation. “With that jump, I was able to throw off our pursuers, maybe they even think us dead and stop searching. It would take them days to trace us here.”

“What’s your plan, commander?” Hallman now asked more intrusively.

Leif took a breath before he continued, counting out on his fingers: “One - repair as much as possible, my copilot is currently on the engines. Two - fly over to Colonia, get the rest repaired, stocked up on food et cetera and three - fly back to the bubble, namely Styx, if you don’t want to change it.”

Hallman quietly nodded along in acknowledge.
21 Jul 2017, 6:19pm
The makeshift skimmer, being constructed of poor quality, and inferior programming was unable to keep up with Luke's dodging and weaving. The crowd was cheering, jeering, and booing in a deafening roar. The sound of gun shot once again punctured the air, though a little ways off. Luke was presented with three corridors. As he stood considering which one to take, there was an explosion, and a small plume of firey smoke raised in the distance.


Meanwhile,

Mhera tugged in vain at the chain secured to a collar around her neck. Tears streaked down her face as she was dragged off the stage by a burly man. She caught a glimpse of the next girl to be auctioned off.

She was taken down a ramp and along a dark corridor. Her neck had become raw and she ceased the feet dragging. A few twists and turns she was pulled up a loading ramp into a large ship. She didn't know her makes and models, but from what she could make out, it pointed like an arrow, with the cockpit near the front, and heavy in the back. The inside, she saw a faded logo. Some sort of bird, and the faded outline of DeLacy. The rest was illegible. She felt the collar tug.

"Git a move on there!"

She shifted her feet, only to be roughly shoved into holding like cell.
22 Jul 2017, 3:00am
Feeling he had his heart rate and breath under some semblance of control, Luke stood up and took stock of what lay before him.

In truth, between the flamethrowers and the sentry drone, he had forgotten the fact he wasn't alone in this arena. The plume of smoke and the crowds cheers and jeers, were a stark reminder that he was not expected to just run from robots all day. He was undoubtedly expected to, at some point, fight.

He glanced around at his choices of route to take, then at his sorry excuse of a knife. The name 'Havok' wasn't painting a picture of a small skinny bloke like himself, his own nickname 'Twinkle-Toes' was certainly a testament to that fact.

To those ends, he resumed his jog to the left. A route that seemed most likely to avoid the destruction in the distance, and hopefully towards the middle of the maze where he sincerely still hoped the finish line was to this 'run' as he recalled it being announced as.
25 Jul 2017, 2:31pm
And left he ran. The shallow sharp gravel provided less then ideal traction upon the steel plating. The crowd continued it's booing and jeering. More gunshot punctuated the arena. Luke rounded a yet another corner to be met with a corridor. Some ways off, a wild looking woman with short cropped silver hair dashed out. She stood for a moment with an expression of puzzlement, which quickly gave way to a sneer. She moved an arm back in a fluid like motion and crouched. In her hand was a blade, that seemingly caught the light and twinkled.

With a yell, she sprinted off towards Twinkle-toes, a wild madness gleaming from her eyes.
25 Jul 2017, 7:36pm
Luke's nerves weren't exactly calm to begin with, but the gunfire didn't help in the slightest, especially after the run in with what he'd dubbed the 'Murder Bot'. The adrenaline and his heart rate combined with those shot nerves were not allowing him to think clearly. He was experienced enough in fake combat to keep some focus, being a member of a Zero-G Paintball team before his accident in his Pilots Training had them seek out a replacement before he could get back on his feet.

This was different though. Pulling a trigger here wouldn't result in someone being taken off the field in dismay. It could mean someone being dragged off with a trail of blood.

Luke was not sure if he was prepared to deal with that. Killing in space was one thing, ship on ship combat was one thing, this was more... Personal.

He was given no reprieve to ponder this thought though as he rounded the corner to see a silver haired woman in front of him, some ways away.

*Chrissy?* He thought, startled by her appearance. However as she turned to run at him and yelled he realised it wasn't her, at all.

Panic set in as he began walking backwards, knife gripped tight in his hand pointing directly at the woman now running full sprint at him, weilding a blade of her own. His breathing getting quite heavy now, he had no choice really but to fight. A relatively slow robot was one thing to avoid, but a crazed woman with blood in her eyes was another ball game entirely.

Resolved, he planted one foot behind him and assumed a crude fighting stance, wishing his blade was several inches longer.

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