Elite roleplay: The docks

THE DOCKS (Dockyards)

The Docks is where all pilots berth their ships. It is the first place that pilots find themselves upon landing their ship. Docking and launching is controlled by the Citi Gateway’s Traffic Controllers while each individual dock is controlled by a dockmaster and a team of orange clad dock crew workers.

The Docks is a sparse and desolate, 0.1G environment, littered with service vehicles, cranes and landing pads. While cool, the air is dry and lightly filled with the smell of burnt metal and ship grease. Public Service Announcements blare across the the docks reminding all pilots of station regulations. The docks contain 45 individual ship docks, several warehouses storing massive tank of hydrogen fuel, and standard shipping containers of cargo, the dock’s traffic control tower and the local pilot’s market which resides in one of the warehouses.

Ship docks
Each specific dock has a landing pad, a ship hangar and adjoining terminal. In each terminal there is a passenger waiting area, the dockmaster’s control tower and several dock crew vehicle bay.

Warehouses
If the docks were already unpopulated, warehouses would be completely vacant of anyone if not for a small handful of security staff. Warehouses are completely automated and highly guarded facilities as they contain massive amounts of valuable and flammable material.
"Loitering is a crime punishable by death" - Station Announcements

Pilot's Market
The pilot’s market is best described as a tourist trap for pilots. Every person who’s not a pilot is trying to guile a pilot to part with their credits.

"The station administrators would like to remind all pilots that transactions in the pilot’s market are not protected by Citi Gateway or The Bank of Zaonce" - station announcements

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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.
21 Aug 2024, 8:34pm
Maul was startled awake by the notification from his ships COVAS and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth as he paused the movie he was totally watching on the large holo prjector in his ship to respond to Willow.

"Shit, Desumashin would be fuckin cramped. I'm cool with stowing away on the HP. Will grab my kit and head over directly."
21 Aug 2024, 8:48pm
So everyone was coming here. It made sense; Goodness's ship appeared to be built for hosting. Willow corrected her self, her ship was built for hosting; Goodness left it alone for too long.

She was going to put all his stuff in storage, but there she wanted to get to mars and start earning the retainer Vasil as paying, so the missing man's belongings stayed where they were.

She wanted to change the Orca's name from Honour Promise, to Honoured Memories, but there was no time for a name purging ceremony, and it was bad luck to fly in a ship without a name, so that world just have to wait for the refit when all this was over.
22 Aug 2024, 12:33am
Vasil arrived wearing his ERS flight suit and with a carry on that looked far too small for the five days worth of clothes and other items that were packed inside of it. One thing all of his camping excursions on alien worlds had taught him was economy of space.

After letting Willow know he was on board, he found the smallest stateroom on the ship, which was still twice as large as the one on the Always Lost. The two sets of casual clothes he left in the bag, the three for business he unpacked and stowed in the automated valet wardrobe. By the time they reached Mars, everything would be perfectly pressed and ready.

Once finished, he went to find Willow on the bridge. “Crewman Vasilescu embarked and reporting for duty, Cap’n. I am pleased to report that I found no odd stains or anything sticky in my stateroom.”
22 Aug 2024, 11:18am
Willow saluted.

"Thank you crewman. Check again once Maul is on board, that situation will like, change"

"So, he said he's OMW. I guess once he's here we can bolt straight to Mars. I've never been to Sol, wonder what it's going to be like to see the place where this human thing started" Willow mused as she programmed the jumps to Mars U.
22 Aug 2024, 1:54pm
"I've been there a handful of times, but that was a few years ago." Vasil thought for a moment, realizing it was more than a few. "Hell, you were probably still in diapers the last time I was there. It was a busy, crowded mess back then and probably still is. Though, that was on the stations. I never set foot on any dirt in the system."
22 Aug 2024, 7:39pm
Maul had left two cases in the lounge the three had been in the previous day, one packed with various gadgets and tools, the other with a few changes of clothes once they were planet side. At the moment he was wearing the mav suit he almost always wore when heading out, what parts weren't covered by the layers he wore on top of it appeared to be quite worn.

Now that he and his gear were present on the ship, he approached the bridge to look for either Vasil and Willow, pleasantly surprised to find them both there.

"Well look at us, a proper crew, eh?" Maul said gesturing at the two of them and their surroundings. "Ah, sorry I'm late by the way, my dog at my perception of time." A dumb grin painted across his face.
22 Aug 2024, 8:15pm
"Whatever. If this guy is still out there, I don't think a pet that can devour a concept is something he's going to worry about"

The image she had of a cosmic canid inhaling space and time would be at the forefront of most peoples mind if it existed, even if they were in hiding for some reason.

"Or perhaps it like, really would" said Willow enjoying the image of a four legged, galaxy sized singularity devastating creation as it wagged it's tail. "Um, anyway. So its going to be like, a bit of a trip. Coz it's the first time this vessel has been out in like, soo many months, I'm not going to push it, okay?"

"At the half way point, we'll stop for a bite, and I'll do a quick check on the major systems. Like, if it passes inspection, we'll push everything to max for a stress test.

"Okay guys, lets see how this puppy handles"

Take off was buttery smooth and the Orca responded to well to Willows hand movements making the nose of the Orca draw circles as she tried to get it on the centre of the exit lane.

"Is this a bad time to tell you I've neve flown anything this bulky before? Hey guys, is this the one with the big wings at the back? I can't remember"
22 Aug 2024, 8:47pm
Maul grabbed the nearest thing that even remotely resembled an "OH SHIT" handle and tried to remain calm.

"Best to assume it does have the wings, just in case, yeah?"
22 Aug 2024, 9:13pm
"It does not normally have a big ass, but it's got pectoral and rear pelvic fins"

Vasil rested a hand on the back of the pilot seat to keep steady. "You'll find there is a little mass drift with these beefy boys. You might need to start turning and stop turning before you think you need to in order to account for the extra mass, especially in atmosphere. "

"Those are the inertial compensators" he said, indicating the controls just to the left of Willow. "One of Saud Kreuger's optional add-ons to keep passengers from spilling their drinks or feeling any movement as the ship maneuvers."
22 Aug 2024, 9:28pm
"Ffft, relax guys, I'm teasing" Said Willow getting the ship under control. "The stick is way more responsive than I would set, but I got it. Like, damn your easy targets" a self satisfied smile stretching her black lips.

Being on a work crew, Willow was used to some hardcore ribbing. If these guys were going to believe she didn't know what the back of her ship looked like, or that she couldn't fly something this size, she'd have to humiliate the mansplaining out of them.

Slipping the Orca out the slot, and boosting away from the station, Willow aliened for the first of many jumps.
09 Nov 2024, 10:26pm
I sigh as I sink in my ship's command seat, the sound of the shutting down engines slowly fading away. Finally some well earned rest. I lazily press a few buttons to ask for refuel and reparations before extracting myself from my seat and walking to the exit hatch.

The hatch closes itself behind me while I'm standing on the landing pad. I pull a smoke and a lighter from my pocket and grumble while trying to light the stick as I walk toward a nearby storage container on the side the pad.
"You... Little... Empty... Piece... Of... M..."
The lighter finally ignites and I take a whiff before leaning against the container's door. I look at the maintenance crew bustling around my clipper. My eyes wander over the ship's lines, the little flaws that have appeared in the paintwork over the past few days. A fine damn ship for an utterly stupid lady. I watch the spaceships come and go over the pad for a few minutes, pondering on my life choices. Only time can tell me if going back in space was the right one.

I discreetly crush my cigarette butt on the ground before the technicians start complaining and go off to the local bar.


Continued to the galactic bar


Last edit: 14 Nov 2024, 1:12pm
23 Nov 2024, 12:58am
Well that didn't work. Willow loaded up another fork full of the meat-like substance covered in over spiced sauce, and shoved it in her mouth. She watched the feed for the camara outside her shop for a moment. Plenty of passers by down here in the pilots market, but no one was even looking through her well lit windows. Whatever, she had plenty of personal work to do any way.

The advanced personal assistant covas program Séraphine had given her would be a great substitute for her salvaged androids glitchy steward directives, if she could get it to work with the Achilles OS. Putting the chip containing Achilles OS version 7.5 in the failed tray, Willow found version 8 and plugged it into Odin's software port in his open chest. Odies one-eyed head was on the desk with extension cables keeping it linked to the rest of him. His body was sat in a chair opposite Willow looking stately as he sat with perfect posture, despite being decapitated.

Enough time had passed installing the OS and personal assistant AI, that Willow had finished her ready meal tray, and half a tin of Vega Juice, but now Odie was ready for the next test.

"Oden, do you recognise your designation?" she asked the desk mounted head.

"Unit designation Oden acknowledged. My current task is stock management, and manual labour for Willow Thorn"

"Like, great! So, has the personal assistant added any new functions to your executable task lists?"

This was the test. As soon as Oden didn't have to give a root program response, he lost it and dug up something random from one of his seemingly many past jobs. There was a long pause from Oden, and Willow watched his OS running its lines of code that scrolled by way to fast to read, to check he hadn't crashed.

"Our meals are all freshly prepared by our accredited chefs" said Oden using a sing-song, trustworthy voice.

"Like, fuck man" complained Willow kicking her self away from the bench letting the low gravity spin her chair into the racks of stock boxes behind her.

"Oh well Odie, maybe Em can do something when he gets here"

Willow got up and wondered into the shop front to lean on the counter for a bit. She'd put Odie's head back on in a minuet. She'd need him to help her lug stuff around if she was given something heavy to work on.


Last edit: 23 Nov 2024, 1:06am
24 Nov 2024, 3:21am
The Long Road settled on pad 37, the type 9 heavy enough even in the low-G docks to send vibrations through the reinforced landing platform and into the cargo bay below. Once the Long Road was locked in place and powered down, the platform descended slowly into cargo control.

After dropping off Maul at his own ship and meeting with his sister in Cemiess, Vasil retrieved the Long road in anticipation of needing it for trade with the pirates having Creamy’s last known location.

Because Vasil considered flying an empty cargo ship to be wasteful, he’d arrived with six hundred tons of cargo based on what trade reports claimed was in demand. He immediately sent the manifest to the stations trade network and set the asking price for his cargo to market value in order to move it quickly.

As soon as Vasil transmitted the manifest, an auto-generated message from Citi Cargo Warehouse 37 informed Willow’s Parts and Repairs than two tons of cargo labeled “Surprlus Parts:MISC” had arrived and was being processed for delivery.
24 Nov 2024, 9:45am
The Desumashin came through the gate at a blistering speed; per Maul's usual. The ship was quick and snappy, making it near impossible to show restraint when piloting the Courier. Especially after the tune up that Carlos' people had given her. He ignored the speed warnings from the control tower as he blasted past the designated pad. Throttling down, dropping flight assist and pulling back hard on the stick caused the ship to flip. A quick toggle of the assist, then a roll and a quick full throttle had realigned the midnight black courier on a course for pad 27. Maul rolled his bruised eyes while the traffic controller nagged him about speed violations over the comms as he gently glided the ship down to lock with the pad.

If Maul was running late, Carlos, Aki and Dimka were partially to blame. While he was simply there to retrieve his ship and pay up for their work, they had chose to pester him into explaining why he'd gone ghost for so long. After buying time and dodging playful insults, Maul figured it would be easier to get them drunk and bail, rather than explaining everything to them. Retelling those experiences was like reliving them in the flesh and that was something he was still struggling with. Every memory felt like a dream. No matter how irrational the thought or action, it was real and rational to him at the time. And lately, he'd found himself disagreeing with and disliking a lot of the things he'd done or said in the past. Acceptance of who he is now and not who he was; as far as he could tell, was the key to actually moving forward.

As the pad lowered, he left the pilot's seat to retrieve his usual loadout. It was nice to be surrounded by all the gadgets he'd grown used to having. Losing most of his things during the events that unfolded on the Anansi and the Golden Jackal sucked but it wasn't the first time. Desumshin had a decent stock of backup gear at the ready in the case that an unfortunate EMP were to go off in his proximity during a fumbled Network covert contract to steal info that'd tie a highly regarded Fed political figure to the murder of one of their 3 mistresses. Mondays amirite?

With the Desumashin safely grounded and tucked away in a hangar, he gathered the last bit of gear and began to make his way to Willow's shop, sending her and Vasil a quick message on the way.

"Hey guys, it's Maul. Replaced my hardware so this might show up with weird contact info. Not sure which it'll use. Got a few burners always sitting at the ready so if it shows like this message is coming from a Seymour Cox or Wayne Kerr or some shit like that...just know it's me and that the name should update in a few days. Fucking arbitrary wait time restrictions on account name changes.

ANYWAY, I'm heading towards Willow's shop right now, just wanted to give a heads up.
"
24 Nov 2024, 11:11pm
Surplus Parts:MISC was always good. There could be anything in there from pointless scrap, to hi-tech from the lost ages. A few of Oden's parts were salvage from a Pot Luck cargo pod purchase. Just like Creamy's ship, Willow kept an eye on what the local stations were selling off, so getting a few pods for free was a better gift than Un-Meat-abels classic flavours collection. She only had space in her shop for one pod, but she could load them onto the Barb, and check through them as they looked for Creamy.

As Willow was on her pad to the docks organising the loading of the pods, Maul walked in.

"Oh, hey Em. Wayne Kerr. Good one. Suits you" she said pressing the button to lower the counters shield so he could open the door at the end, and come into the back area of her shop.

"So, there's a fresh pot of coffee on, and like, help your self to anything in the kitchen. Plenty of pre-packed in there, and like, all the varieties of Vega Juice if you want something cold, okay?"

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