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.
02 Jun 2016, 4:59am
Simon DaturaDatura looks up toward Travis while interacting with the Dock Knockers.

"Oh, look who's back," he said with a sarcastic tone. "Walking up to one guy and just assuming his back story and then getting miffed when he doesn't respond... How silly."
"Maybe he just needs a bit of a... service," laughed one of the dock knockers.

He then returns to the dock knockers, almost ready to return to Persephone to cheristen his new ship.


It is impolite to be rude to the man who seeks the dark hand of an assassin. Then again, perhaps it is stupidity.
I kindly request that you stop cease alterations. Or, are some proper negotiations required hmm?
02 Jun 2016, 5:10am
Renigald Dragoneye
Simon DaturaDatura looks up toward Travis while interacting with the Dock Knockers.

"Oh, look who's back," he said with a sarcastic tone. "Walking up to one guy and just assuming his back story and then getting miffed when he doesn't respond... How silly."
"Maybe he just needs a bit of a... service," laughed one of the dock knockers.

He then returns to the dock knockers, almost ready to return to Persephone to cheristen his new ship.



It is impolite to be rude to the man who seeks the dark hand of an assassin. Then again, perhaps it is stupidity.
I kindly request that you stop cease alterations. Or, are some proper negotiations required hmm?


Regi.. You'd better not - you're going to get us banned again
02 Jun 2016, 10:11am
Scythe looks up to the irate barman while removing the bandages around his eyes showing crude bionic eyes " well if you do not want my credits I will gladly hand them to some one else but not being able to drink the hard stuff due to my eyes can be annoying."
02 Jun 2016, 10:38am
Death Scythe87Scythe looks up to the irate barman while removing the bandages around his eyes showing crude bionic eyes " well if you do not want my credits I will gladly hand them to some one else but not being able to drink the hard stuff due to my eyes can be annoying."


Ozmundo looked up and saw a man with strange eyes talking to one of the broad columns that supported the bar ceiling. He shook his head slowly and focused his attention back on his drink.
02 Jun 2016, 11:01am
A miner comes in the bar cursing and swearing .and heads to the bar and orders an eranin ale.
“what’s with the temper” a cmdr asks.
"We are raided  three times under way to ciguru two mining vessels were heavily damaged and one was destroyed , our ship was the only one to could get away by dumping the load of palladium."
"Where are the Federation, the Empire and the Alliance when you need them."
The patron next to miner said “yes where are they , i got interdicted right outside the station at the hart of federal space..”we got assurance from the security we could pass safely and entire shipload of medicines was stolen..
The bartender leans in and says its happening a lot lately . all over known space .
There is even talk that the local security is on the bribe to give the pirates time to back out .
As the four patrons talk, more commanders pick up the conversation and join in. And the discontent under the patrons  grows “what the hell  can we do “. “The feds don’t help us the Empire only protect its own and the alliance is to splintered to do anything about it” Not to mention the minor power that only take care of them self.
As the hours pass and discussions and tempers run high on what to do or to proceed. one of the patrons heads to the bathroom .
when his eye spots a message on the view screen . he turns up the volume and shouts hey quiet down look at this.



As the patrons watched the message one of the explorers starts commenting “that’s what we need , independence of the factions no more corruption no more injustice no more harassment”
Other patrons start commenting and agreeing lets join up and take matters in our own hands again.
Where is our local recruitment officer .

As they rerun the message they find the link with the locations under the video link.

EXO - http://inara.cz/wing/238
Paladin Consortium - http://inara.cz/wing/286
Dark Echo - http://www.darkecho.org/
The Forgotten - http://inara.cz/wing/527
Sirius Inc. - http://siriusinc.enjin.com/
02 Jun 2016, 12:40pm
Rebecca took her bottle, stood up and shoved her chair violently under the table.
She threw a credit chip over to the bartender, then she left the bar while muttering: "If I wanted to see a fcking propaganda spot, I'd have stayed in Beta Hydri."


Last edit: 02 Jun 2016, 1:03pm
02 Jun 2016, 12:47pm
Xeknos was barely able to restrain himself from throwing the bottle he'd been nursing this entire time at the TV. Instead, he fumbled in his pockets for a pair of ear buds, which he buried into his ears and wirelessly connected to his PDA to block out the noise.

"People," he mumbled to himself.
02 Jun 2016, 6:19pm
In the farthest, darkest booth from the bar, The Reverend looked up sharply, his time of Inward Look disturbed at the sound of a chair scraping crossly on the floor and thudding into a table. A Double-X in a Fuel Rats flightsuit was striding to the exit. She looked annoyed, a bit drunk, and was muttering something under her breath. He made a mental note to refuel then sipped his Ethgreze Tea before rolling his eyes up, swallowing his tongue and returning to his time of Inward Look.
13 Jun 2016, 7:53pm
What is it about bars that makes them all the same, the galaxy over?  All cookie-cuttered out in neon lights and ticky-tack, the same screens showing the same bad news and the same signs advertising the same swill to numb yourself to it all.  It's like somebody built a wormhole at the entrance, and there is really only one bar in the universe with a million far flung doors.

Even the bartender looks the same.  Balding, but doing his best to compensate with a set of overgrown mutton chops, like his hair is migrating south for the winter.  He's somewhere between overweight and just plain big -- large enough, by any measure, that you'd be an idiot to cross him.  He passes right by a skinny, shady guy with dark eyes and a goatee who is demanding whiskey in a gravel voice that's got to be murder on his throat.  Walks by him like he isn't even there, all the while polishing a tumbler.  He comes to me and sets the tumbler down, leans over the bar.  His breath is stale, but his cologne is worse.

"What'll it be, sweets?"

God.  Not another one of these.

I glance down the bar toward Emo Goatee.  "Whiskey," I tell the barkeep.  "Straight up."

He trundles off to fill my order, just in time to ignore the commotion that kicks up behind me.  Some nut wraps up a conversation with himself in a huff.  Gets up.  Storms out, right past a steady stream of newcomers, the bulk of whom come straight for the bar, crowd around, and ask for milk and orange juice.

The barkeep slides me my whiskey, then brandishes a big meaty fist at the newcomers.  "Are we in a milk bar or tea room? Are there real pilots or just schoolgirls?" He pulls something down off the top shelf. "Finest drinks for the finest commanders! Rare import for a reasonable price!"

"I'll take that."  I shove the whiskey aside, down toward Emo.  The newbies recoil from it like it's poison.

Some Fuel Rat girl leaves in a tizzy over the rotten news on the telly.  A guy in a booth in the way-back looks like he might be having a stroke.

I grin as I nurse the top shelf pour the barkeep hands me.  Pilot country!  Hand's down, it's the finest entertainment to be had for the price of a good hangover....


Last edit: 13 Jun 2016, 10:16pm
14 Jun 2016, 2:13pm
Towards the door. Where the noise and chatter of the station poured in. A voice stuck out clearly from the clamour. ”Oh...hey! You’re one of those Fuel Rats.” As quickly as it rose in excited surprise, it trailed in a polite courtesy. ”Sorry about...well, about that mate of yours who got attacked.” From there the plump figure sauntered in. Initially confident, but cautiously slow once in the threshold. He didn’t stop completely though. After all...when it comes to space stations, there is nothing more dangerous than blocking a doorway.

The fellow had a rounded figure, both of the torso and the bits. Being average in height did little to stretch the pudginess. However! A second, more critical glance would reveal that his thickness was all in the hemming. The fellow was sporting a much older version of the Remlok R-series environmental suits. One of the aged designs that heavy padding and excessive stitchwork. Lacking the sleek, dark appeal of the more recent variation.

Protruding, disproportionately, from the wide collar was his thin, sun deprived face. A studious yet happy look in his eyes. Glancing about the establishment he had entered, the spacer seemed quite happy with the environment. Neon in a smokey haze had the strangest of calming effects. That said...the mood stood to be improved. ”While In Gaba” a sign caught his attention. On it were those trademarked words, accompanied by an image of happy locals drinking with happier spacefarers. ”While in Gaba, do as the InGaBa do.”, what a delight.

Taking the advice, he mosied up to the counter with the rest of the newcomers. Finding himself confusingly pressed by oncoming traffic. Seems the horde he followed was being turned away by the Man. Though a few were disgruntled with having to squeeze past his bulky suit, the majority seemed put off by the barkeep. Who could blame them. What sort of watering hole didn’t sell drinks to thirsty people?! That’s like a spaceport without hydrogen fuel...just, really, a terrible place to be.

Plopping onto one of the stools, the newest arrival gave a relaxed heave of his shoulders. Turning an ear to the bartender’s proclamation. ”Federal cadets are sometimes ladies. Do they count as pilots or schoolgirls?” Hoping the gesture would grab more attention than ire, he flashed a bright and chipper smile. ”Evenin’, could I get a 5pm. Hold the rum.” The cheer wasn’t contagious. The barman didn’t care for the wit, nor for the joke.

“Cute.” Grabbing a bottle from the bottom rung. Setting down a glass. The ol’ server poured a very lacking cocktail of cointreau...straight. When the cosmonaut gave a questioning look, “Like I said, this ain’t no milk or tea bar.”
14 Jun 2016, 5:06pm
Well, wouldn't you know.... It looks like Space Santa just walked in. Short in stature, broad in girth, and seems like a jolly enough old chap. He's all decked out in a ratty old Remlock that looks like it got the committee treatment in some Chnumar sweatshop. I couldn't imagine wearing one of those things out and about. Not even one of the new ones. They pinch in all the worst places. Even one that's tailor made. It's like packing yourself into a steel mold. And it goes without saying it's impossible to let your hair down in one -- not if you want to keep it. Or your scalp.

Yet, here he is, either cozy as a kitten in a heap or deathly afraid there's going to be some freak decompression event.

Oh, God ... and he's coming this way.

”Federal cadets are sometimes ladies. Do they count as pilots or schoolgirls?”

He glances around when nobody laughs. Then he tries again.

"Evenin’, could I get a 5pm. Hold the rum."

If I could weaponize the look the barman gives him, I'd never have to worry about pirates again. "Cute," he grunts. He slams down a lowball and pours out a finger of cointreau from a nearly empty bottle on the dregs rack. He grins viciously. “Like I said, this ain’t no milk or tea bar.”

Santa settles back with his drink, looking perturbed, but still determined to bring out some festive cheer. After a while of watching him flash that sappy leer at surly patrons, I can't resist anymore. Maybe it's the whiskey. Maybe it's just a compulsion to dispense with the inevitable.

I gesture at the brand mark on his suit with a finger as I set down my glass. "You know ... that's not going to do you much good in here," I say. "Anything big enough to pierce the station hull is gonna kill you dead whether you're wearing that Remlok or not."

He just winks at me. Raises his glass. "When in Gaba, do as the InGaBa do," he says.

It's going to be a long night.
14 Jun 2016, 6:22pm
There was some trouble going on at the entrance, loud voices were lamenting about something. But it ended before it got interesting. A beardie type showed up, throwing an angry glance into the bar. A late 30s / early 40s guy in worn-out clothes, a bit squatty and broad, with a cap on his hat. A closer look revealed the lettering „Orishpucho Donkeys“ and a logo on the cap - and the fact that this piece of sportswear were soaked in sweat for years already.

But whoever was behind this man hadn’t finished yet and was insulting him. His head turned around and blared into the direction the insult was coming from. The barkeep was already watching the scene, wondering himself if there’s some hassle just about to come into his fine bar.

The bearded man shrugged and made a dismissive gesture. „Yeah, same to you! Tell your fat girl that she’s got some really ugly prick on her side! She should dump him asap!“

The barkeep kept his eyes on the guy while cleaning the counter. He nodded to another man who was standing nearby giving a quite harmless impression so far.  He seemed to keep it that way for now.  The new guest draw a heavy breath and decided finally to walk into the bar, heading straight to the barkeep while ignoring everybody else. Of course it didn’t went well. He bumped into a / another woman who was having a great time till he managed to push that drink out of her hands.

„What the fuck?!“ she screamed, glaring at him.

„Yeah, this I’m asking myself the entire fucking day!“ He just replied and strolled further to the counter. „Hey, boy. - Gimme something strong, I don’t care what, just gimme something already!“

The barkeep looked at him and shook his head, being somewhat unnerved. „Tough guy, eh? Haven’t seen such since a looong while. - Are you up for some pain or what?“

„If you mean that drink I’m asking for - yes!“ The man put his hands on the counter, waiting. But the woman behind him was not very pleased of his manners so far and didn’t really liked the fact of being utterly ignored after such ruthless behavior.

„Hey, asshole! Who do you think you are?!“

„A pissed off fellow, that’s for sure.“

Something hit his head and broke. The pain that followed was awesome. The bearded man blinked and looked at his hands like he was seeing them twice suddenly.

Enough already!“ The barkeep said, grabbing the man on his neck. „HEY! WAKE UP! - This is a nice place with nice people having a nice time. You are disturbing them - got it?“

He felt something warm and liquid running down his head and thought, what a glamorous shitty day he was having. „Listen, pal. Either you give me that drink now or you can just fuck yourself!“

Suddenly the barkeep just smiled like having a blast of a relief. He cocked his head and said, „Great, you just made it easier for me.“ Then he clenched his fist and beat into the face of this totally stupid and utterly useless piece of crap. One. Two. Three. And four times. - Mhm, five times. You never could be sure enough.

Wagging his right hand the barkeep ordered the bouncer to move the man to some place elsewhere than this bar. „That guy has lost any rights to be here, okay? - Just put his remains into some dumpster.“

„Okay.“ the bouncer replied uninflected.
14 Jun 2016, 7:59pm
It was a series of brow raising moments - which meant that my eyebrows had disappeared skyward and stayed there.

The soundtrack: electronic music - some kind of hard dance mix being broadcast from one of the many corners of the 'verse, emitted from the small earbuds shoved into my ears.

First, the influx of people who had crowded the bar asking for decidedly non-alcoholic drinks who had promptly been rebuffed by the barkeep, which resulted in that same group storming out a few moments later, allowing the bar to descend into relative peace - until, that is, the attractive woman at the bar said a few words to the... festive gentleman who had entered as the mob left. He mumbled something in response, followed by a salute with his glass, and the woman appeared to sigh and shake her head in frustration.

The thing that capped it all off, though, was the guy who meandered in, exchanged a few words with the barkeep, and then got his face unceremoniously beat in a few seconds later. (Curiously, the timing of the punches matched perfectly with the beat of the song.) A bouncer, a large, built man with a name tag that said "Ted," arrived nearly instantly to drag the unconscious and moaning individual out of the room.

And with that, the bar once again became peaceful - except, of course, the pair of dock-knockers crowding a man on the opposite side of the bar. I shrugged, and went back to flipping through my PDA.
14 Jun 2016, 8:39pm
It's almost obscene, what a competent set of knuckles can do to a human face.  Paul Bunyan hits the bar with a wet thud.  Glasses rattle with the impact.  For a moment, the room seems to freeze.  Then Lumberjack McGurk slides off, leaving a trail of blood and snot.

Barkeep shakes his fist out.  "Son of a bitch."  He winces, flags down a bouncer -- whose name tag reads "Ted" but who looks more like a "Brock" or a "Jagger" to me.  They confer briefly, and Brock drags Big Joe Mufferaw out by the heel.  Cheers go up in his wake.

"Sorry 'bout the asshole, everyone," Barkeep calls out.  "They grow thick around here, this time of year.  What say the next round is on the house?"

I stir the ice in my glass as Barkeep tops it off.  How nice!  That's one less drink I'll have to con somebody else into paying for tonight!
14 Jun 2016, 10:28pm
I had just popped one of the earbuds out to order another scotch (which, it seemed, was now on the house) when the bartender suddenly ran out the side door. My head tilted at the only thing I heard the stranger say.

I paused and considered the words, then shrugged. "Penguins? First cat people, then pandas, and now a penguin? Pretty sure those body modification folks are out of their goddamn minds."

I shook the bottle I had with me at the table. Empty.

"Well, that's just fantastic."

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