Elite roleplay: The galactic bar

INGABA (Inara Galactic Bar)

Welcome to the swankiest bar and most popular bar on station. Located in the Pilot's market and due to its close proximity to the docks is heavily frequented by pilots and all manner of crew, tourists, and layover passengers. Dark, smokey and trimmed in neon lights and bits of tinsel, InGaBa plays only the best music straight from Radio Sidewinder and local DJ star, Janten Groove.

There are various tabled and seated cubby holes that patrons can hold private conversations as well the main bar top where all assortments of drinks and bar food can be ordered up. On the back of the bar on various shelves, from all over the galaxy, the fines and rarest ales preside. next to the impressive collection are several screens that can usually be seen playing adverts or the CQC championships.

It is the most prominent choice for meeting up with other pilots to discuss business discreetly, whatever they may be...

Notice booking the InGaBa for private functions require a deposit of 250,000 CR to cover potential damages.

InGaBa drinks menu:
  • Cubeo Gold - Mid Whiskey
  • Achenar Blue - Upscale Whiskey
  • Kamadhenu Red - Red wine
  • Old Sol - Scotch
  • Barnard's Choice - Gin
  • Crown Jewel - Cocktail
  • Pegasi moon - Pirate Surprise!
  • Supernova - Cocktail
  • Barron's Head - Beer
  • Lavian Brandy
  • Alioth Sparkling - Sparkling Wine
  • Jaques' Quinentian Still - Gifted by a mysterious benefactor, two of these rare devices now distill single shots of whiskey from whatever is on hand for the patrons of 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.
Vasil Vasilescu
19 Aug 2023, 8:49pm
With more of the hoagie's insides falling out of the bun than staying in it, Vasil opted to commit sacrilege and resort to eating the cheesesteak with a fork and knife.

He listened, looking up when Willow mentioned disappearing slaves. Imperial slaves, of which he had brought quite a few to the station to aid in repairs, rarely ran away, especially ones who had entered into the contract due to debts. Even petty criminals consigned to imperial slavery tended to stay. The term of servitude was often longer than a prison sentence, but few people faced with a choice chose an Imperial prison. The disappearance of slaves concerned him only in as much as it might negatively affect the Emerald Repatriation Society if the quality of slaves being delivered to help with station repairs was subpar.

Vasil pointed to Willow with his fork. "Don't get it in your head that I said anything about being charitable. Maybe if this was an Imperial station with mostly Imperial citizens my sister's charity, the ERS, would consider aid." He took a swallow of his beer. "This would be a business transaction. And the best business model in this case would be auctioning cargo space. Highest bidder gets delivery."
Willow Thorn
19 Aug 2023, 9:14pm
"Yeah, I get that, I mean in space, cargo space is a premium, right? But like, that means only the high class restruants and executive, or better habitation zones areas get stocked, you know?"

"So, Mark says his guys will be ok, because the company that owns his contract have a responsibility to their slaves. Willow whispered the word like it was a secret.

"Like we had this before when management started issuing us with meal tokens you know? Suddenly, our menu was shrunk, and like, the slaves had better meals than us privet contractors. Mark says it caused a lot of resentment and like, bad blood. Like, it became us and them, you know?"

"I mean it was ok in the end. Like, everything calmed down when everywhere started accepting the meal tokens. But now the supplies are low, vendors have stopped taking the tokens. So like, we have to pay for our own food if we want more than basic nutri-packs"

Willow knew what she was doing, and Vasil was one of the few people she'd met outside of her team that was good to spend time with. Pushing his imperial buttons was a bit under handed, but she wasn't trying to disguise her intentions.

"So, it's like you Imperials stick together outside Imp space right? You'd be doing the Imps that have to be here a huge favor you know? Like, guys get stupid ideas when one of their team is getting more than they are. Like, I wasn't kidding when I said we work on our bellies. Bad food kinda always leads to bad attitudes, like with construction workers, you know?"

That was true, and people going missing was only adding to the dark talk going around the lower decks.

Last edit: 19 Aug 2023, 9:25pm
Vasil Vasilescu
19 Aug 2023, 10:28pm
Vasil set his knife and fork down, leaned back in the chair and laced his fingers together, hands resting on the table. Studying Willow, he said nothing for a few moments. The only indication he was considering what she said was something in his sky-blue eyes, like there was an old memory playing behind them. A brief hint of a sad smile began to creep across his face before he suppressed it and returned to the present.

"I think people underestimate you on many levels," he said, again taking up his fork and knife. "That can work to your advantage if you use it correctly. However, back to the subject at hand. Fat jokes aside, you have said that six hundred tons of food would not go that far. So, it would need to be that tonnage or more on a regular basis, which would mean regular routes for several ships. It will be difficult to find haulers willing to make a regular route hauling nutri-soy or vegetables when there are so many more profitable commodities during war time."

Vasil took a few bites of the hoagie, his mind still rolling through possibilities. "Plus, you generally sell to brokers on station who then resell to vendors, further increasing the end price when you buy your dinner. But maybe -and this is just a maybe- if the brokers could be by-passed and the deliveries sold directly to vendors for less than the broker sells, the hauler could make a bit more money and the end buyer could save a bit of money."

Vasil left it at that. He had further ideas but the trader in him wanted to see what Willow would say in order to determine if he had correctly judged her mind and motivations.

Last edit: 19 Aug 2023, 10:45pm
Willow Thorn
19 Aug 2023, 11:00pm
There should be a word for how Willow felt right now. She'd bet the Germans had a good word for it, their language was so much more versatile for that sort of thing.

She felt like she had told a lie, without lying, to get what she wanted, for other people, from a decent guy. Maybe, when she got a bit older and stopped looking like she was skipping school, she'd make a good femme fatale. They always looked confident and sexy in their cocktail dresses with a cigarette in a long holder.

"Like, you know that place on the market level I showed you? So the owner there is one of the people that like, had a deal with the cargo pilots. And like, Mark says his management company brokered the deal with the local vendors to honor Citi managements tokens"

Despite feeling a bit bad for trying to manipulate Vasil, who had been nothing but a true gent, she was feeling as if she had taken a small step towards keeping the peace with the work force and the Imperial slaves.

"So, because, um, I guess you could talk to the slave, um, handlers? I guess? To like, you know, find out what the deal was with that, right?"
Vasil Vasilescu
19 Aug 2023, 11:48pm
"Oh, you are so close to a solution," said Vasil like a teacher encouraging a student on the verge of solving a problem. "All of the elements are there except that last part. That part about me talking to the slave handlers to figure out what the deal is... sorry but that is not going to happen. I know this may sound cruel or dismissive, but I have larger things to deal with than the food situation on one station."

Granted, those larger things were of significantly less moral importance, but of tremendously greater financial importance. What started as a small idea by his sister, Octavia, to increase her political power by bringing displaced citizens to Emerald had managed to balloon into a multi-billion credit endeavor once he became involved. And a beast that big needed constant supervision to keep it in check.

"However, I believe you genuinely want to help, and that your heart is in the right place. You know, centered in your chest," he said jokingly while tapping his sternum. "I think there might be a way to help, so bear with me a moment while I explain."

Vasil grabbed a pen from his flight suit and started drawing on a cocktail napkin as he explained. "Okay. So you have all these workers and slaves," he said drawing stick figures at the top. "They have tokens that they use for food with vendors down here on the next level." He drew more stick figures with chef hats. "When food is scarce the vendors don't accept tokens. They want credits and charge more than normal. Now, those vendors get their food and drink from a variety of places on this next level down. Sometimes a broker, sometimes directly from a cargo pilot. Maybe the black market." He drew another layer of stick figures with credit signs for hands.

"So, there is no consistent source of food, and that," Vasil said circling the last line of pilots and brokers, "is why food is scarce. What there needs to be is a single broker for all of these vendors that are willing to accept tokens. That broker negotiates legal contracts for food supply. That helps ensure a steady flow of foodstuffs, which helps stabilize wholesale food prices and allows these vendors to be more comfortable accepting tokens."

Last edit: 20 Aug 2023, 6:53am
Willow Thorn
20 Aug 2023, 8:30am
Raising an eyebrow, Willow asked a question she often had to ask thanks to look too young to drink in a bar.

"Like, just how green do you think I am? So that" said Willow pointing to the diagram "is like, exactly the situation we do have right now. But like, Citi is only two thirds operational at best, like, we don't have the thriving market with lots of players, you know? So Goldman and Sachs their" she said tapping her finger on the broker level of Vasil's 'Supply Chain for Dummies' diagram "are the only game in town"

"So yeah, with the indi pilots MIA, and like, no one with any financial clout willing to step up and out bid the current cargo kingpins and then sell at a loss for a while, we're back to only the highest paying outlets getting any of the good stuff, thanks to this pyramid scheme"

"Now on my level, that means resentment festering between contractors and slaves because of 'his is bigger than mine' mentality of those going without, you know?"

Willow leaned back in her seat and attempted to fold her arms, causing a wince of pain as she tried to move her crushed limb.

"Jeez, if only Burk and O'hare would mysteriously go missing. Like, It never happens to the people that deserve it"
Vasil Vasilescu
20 Aug 2023, 4:29pm
"Be careful with comments about people disappearing. If they do disappear, such comments, even if innocent and born of frustration, tend to raise suspicion."

Vasil tucked the pen back in a pocket on his flight suit. "As for the situation, it sounds like you have it all figured out," he said taking up the fork and knife to get back to his falling apart cheesesteak. "Well, except for the finances, which seems to be my particular part in this. And if that is the case, we should treat this as a business discussion rather than friendly conversation."

He took a bite of the cheesesteak. "I'd hoped for the later, but the former will do just as well. If we are discussing business, then let us get straight to the point. Other than the satisfaction of helping people, what exactly is the return on investment?"
Willow Thorn
20 Aug 2023, 5:01pm
"Like for us, you mean? Um, nothing as far as I can see. Like, what ever was happening to keep produce coming in has stopped happening. So, soon the people at the bottom of that chain will notice, and get pissy"

All Willow was concerned about was keeping peace in the work force, meaning the station back online all the sooner. There was something going on that had changed the balance, but she'd only noticed because she had nothing else to keep her busy right now.

There was a real danger this was a Rear Window situation, and she was seeing a conspiracy where there was normal business, but it felt wrong. The air had stated feeling wired about the time the bar staff had disappeared.

Whatever, none of that would attract an investment, in fact it would scare investors off. Willow could see her mom's face evaluating the Citi food market as if it was a job submitted for a quote. That job would go in the rejected pile.

"Er, I guess if someone would take the hit now, they would be in a position to become the only game in town, like if they could see off the current fat cats"

Now Willow was thinking about it, there would be way more to it than that. The people skimming the cream now, wouldn't give it up easy"

"Yeah, I got nothing. Like, if I still had all the credits from my trip to the rim, I guess I'd have looked deeper in to it, but right now you're asking me to make a pitch, and I don't even know who I'm bidding against, you know?"
Vasil Vasilescu
20 Aug 2023, 6:11pm
"Then I honestly do not know what advice to give you other than to let things happen and be ready to leave if you have to." Vasil signed and set his fork on the plate, having lost his appetite.

"Best case is that the market self corrects, and things are resolved on their own. Worst case is riots and civil unrest. Probably what will happen is something in the middle. However, we both know that unless the wealthier sections of the station are affected, little will be done other than a change in station management. And there is no guarantee a change will make things better for the lower rungs on the ladder."

Vasil pushed the plate aside as easily as he pushed aside any emotional investment when dealing with the practicalities of business. Business was about numbers and probability, not feelings. "Lets face it, this is a busted-up station that would be nothing but scrap if the Thargoids come back. I doubt anyone other than the people on this station it consider it a priority."
Willow Thorn
20 Aug 2023, 6:41pm
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I mean, space is real big, let's just move, let the Goids have this system, you know?" Said Willow twisting up her pasta.

"I mean, that's what the Imps did before they were like, Imps, and it worked for them, right? They only had to fight off the Feds a few time and then keep the bubble in like, a state of Cold War ever since" The fork came up, and Willow inspected the pasta

So like, I guess all that could be solved if the Imps would just move along a bit more you know? Get a few more hundred light years between them and the petty Feds. It's that easy. It's not like the effort of build something permanent for the people can't be repeated, you know?"

The fork full did a few little orbits as Willow swung the fork around indicating space in general.

"I mean a lost ship is just a thing right? It can be replaced, it's only stuff, you know? And the people that sweated and gave their finite time, to leave something, to make something are just short-sighted I guess. And hey like, people self replicate for free, so they don't matter in the end anyway" The fork glided towards Willows mouth.

"Thanks for clearing that up Vee" she said before popping the food into her mouth.

Last edit: 20 Aug 2023, 7:37pm
Vasil Vasilescu
20 Aug 2023, 7:58pm
"I apologize. It was not my intention to upset you, only to offer my thoughts on the matter."

Oh, he had other thoughts concerning the situation but decided they were best left unvoiced for now. Willow seemed to him to be, deep down, an idealist and genuinely concerned for the welfare of others. Time had taught him that his practical, objective approach to problems often clashed with those of optimists, idealists, and dreamers, and that there were times where further discussion yielded only further frustrations.

"I should probably be going," he said calling up the payment screen on the table's built-in tablet. He quickly tapped both his bill and Willow's and chose the highest pre set tip presented. "I need to file flight plans and for the Allied Solace in Ross 112 and let them know when I'll be arriving."
Willow Thorn
20 Aug 2023, 8:15pm
"See ya round Vee, Fly safe, you know?"

On the right track he said? Maybe she just needed someone with serious bank to make the food flow down to the bottom run. The woman with the silver Mamba could fit that bill.

Last time Willow had spoken with her, she was ordering another carrier for evacuation support, and building a space dock on her home planet. The dock would allow ships loaded with the dispossessed to easily get to the emergence housing she had set up. Willow guessed they were moved into pre-fab modals, because building new homes as well as a dock was a bit of a tall order.

To Vee, Citi was a bad investment. To someone with spaceport building money, Citi could be a PR stunt, and a tax write-off. First, some investigation was needed. The chat with Vee had proven Willow needed a sales pitch, and that required homework, but where to start?

Last edit: 20 Aug 2023, 8:41pm
Vasil Vasilescu
20 Aug 2023, 8:37pm
"Eh, safe is not fun, but it gets the job done," he said standing. "Hmph. Sounds like an occupational safety poster. It has been 120 days since the last fun was had in this warehouse. Anyway, thanks and good luck, Willow." Vasil headed toward the exit and tapped the comm button on the collar of his flight suit to get an update on cargo ops from the ship's COVAS.
Willow Thorn
25 Aug 2023, 8:43pm
The man standing beside Willow had a big pack under his arm and a pad in the other. He was obviously comparing the picture he had to the real thing.

"Thorn right? You really 25?"

His sudden appearance helped Willow get the straw she was drinking from stuck to her lip as she quickly looked up to see who was speaking. With a 'puk' the straw came away from her lip.

"Like 26, actually. So is that my upgrade?"

The look on the young guy's face clearly said he didn't believe her. "Sure, just need ya thumb here please, and it's all yours" said the delivery pilot holding the pad in front of Willow.

The space for her thump was blocked by the tip percentage tab. It also covered the bill, so Willow had no idea how much even a 10% tip would set her back. Whatever, she had credits and didn't want to ruffle this guy's feathers in case he regally delivered for The Network. Tapping 20%, Willow placed her thump on the space provided and waited for the green light.

"Ok, there you go" he said placing the rather large pack on Willows table. "Have a nice day now" was said with a wave as he left.

At the end of the day, it was just going to be a box with lights on it, but it was an upgrade, and new tech always got Willow excited. Taking a selection of batteries out of her tool box, Willow took the pack to the ladies to open the illegal device in privet. After admiring its slick design for a while and figuring out what it could do, Willow connected it to the patch job she'd installed on the station's receiver and turned on the RAU. After leaving a cryptic message on the right BB, Willow just needed to wait for a replay from the hacker looking into the warehouse situation of Citi's biggest buyers.

Leaving her drink behind the bar, and her tool box locked to the floor under her table, Willow went to stash the RAU in her room. She'd be back in the bar soon. There was no better place to wait after all.
Willow Thorn
25 Aug 2023, 10:56pm
It had been a couple of hours and there was no one in the Galactic that Willow knew, so that made waiting for a message real dull. Looking out at the stars, Willow could help but think about the women that had gone to disguise their suicide as a rescue. She had their pictures and was flicking through Kasumis' pose parade with a smile, when an incoming call took he out of the album.

"Will?" Said a familiar woman's voice.

"Yeah, so I like, didn't expect one of you guys to call me about this. So I guess you got something real good for me right?"

"If by real good you mean advice then yeah" answered the unknown hacker.

Advice? That wasn't what The Network did, they got Willow into systems she couldn't deal with. Calling was not common, and calling just to lay down some advice was real weird. It was so out of place, Willow didn't know what to say next.

"Ok listen Will, I know you deal with scavs and raiders doing what you do, but this is the second time you've called me to look into some real deep shit. First it's the Queen Ann's, and now you're poking around in a Thargoid reclamation station inventory? Do you know what you're dealing with here?"

"Um, like, I just what to know who's getting the largest slice of the food shipments, so.."

"Damn it Willow, Inara is worse than an anarchy system right now. The people that used to be in charge are all but gone, and you got people that ain't even brave enough to stay in the system they are tasked with rebuilding. Your management are the under performers that have no choice but to be in that system"

"They don't know what they are doing, and they will cut every corner to coming in on budget. And take a bribe? You can bet they are taking bribes. Inara doesn't even have a real security force right now. Any law enforcement you have there is from nearby systems that haven't been evacuated. They come in, do what they have to do and fuck off again in case the Thargoids come back"


With the new information, Willow remembered the fight Jen had with the raider guy. Station security didn't do anything, the raiders men had to take care of it. Willow was going to say something, but the hacker hadn't finished.

"Will, you're working on a station thats got almost as many empty sections as inhabited. Do you think no one is taking advantage of that much space? You think no one is exploiting a bunch of workers gettin paid with nothing to spend the credits on? If you look, you'll find drugs, prostitution, gambling, underground fights, and loan sharks. That's just on Citi Gateway Will"

"What you gotta think about is the rest of the system. Inara has almost 20 stations, about 50 surface stations and a handful of Installations, almost all abandoned. What do you guess is happening with them Will? Girl, I've checked the system traffic logs, and compared it to ships that have docked at active stations. They DO NOT match. Shit is going down in Inara, and trust me, you can not deal with it. For your own good Will, please don't poke around ok? Please.



The line when dead leaving Willow looking at the Galactic with in a new light. She'd come here to get her head straight, she may have come to the worst place.

Post a reply

You must be signed in to post here.
ROLEPLAY ONLY! Respect the universe settings!
If you are new here, please try to at least partially involve in the ongoing stories and conversations instead of establishing a completely different "arc". You can always turn it to a different story later.