Elite roleplay: Citi Gateway

CITI GATEWAY

The Orbis station is a center of activity. Within the station a myriad of places can be found.
  • The Warrens: Where the poor plebs of the station live. It's is a breeding ground for the most unscrupulous. Keep an eye on your wallet when traversing the corridors of these areas.
  • Habitation Complex: For those workers and pilots that can afford it, this area provides closer to 1G gravity for more earth like living.
  • Commerce Divison: and Administration Where the larger corporations make their home. Station administration can be found here.
  • Industrial Complex: Where industry manufactures their various goods.
  • Entertainment: District Bars, theaters and night clubs, tattoo parlors and other establishments can be found vying for a commanders credits in exchange for a bit of fun.
  • Station Security: A high tech brig used to house law breakers until they can be tried, and or deported off station.
  • Medical Ward: Where commanders can get patched up, enhanced, or fix existing cybernetics.

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.
06 May 2017, 9:48pm
Phisto lifted his left leg up over his right knee, crossing them. He saw Isaiah move out of the corner of his eye, but continued to look straight ahead. It seemed Isaiah understood what Phisto was trying to say, or at least, was making a honest attempt. His spirits lifted at the thought. As he considered what to say next, his features darkened again.

"Accident." Phisto's eyes hallowed out as he recalled it. "We needed an unorthodox way to deliver some munitions to target. I came up with the idea of modifying the bombs to skip them across water. It was Nat that crunched the numbers. Isaiah, he was absolutely brilliant. Any theoretical idea that came out of his head worked without fail." His memory traced across the outlines of Nat's death, eliciting a small gasp from Phisto. "Something went wrong during live testing." He shook his head grimly. "He crashed and was killed on impact." He breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly.

"Close starts to describe it, I guess. He was family, yeah... but more than that. Other side of my coin, if that makes sense."
07 May 2017, 12:13am
"Jesus, Phisto," Isaiah said, recoiling slightly as he recounted the tale. "I'm sorry, my friend."

A quiet silence fell between them; a silent, shared tribute to those they'd lost. He didn't know what else to say, and he already felt as though he was privy to some intimate details that he would have otherwise never known about Phisto. It amazed him that someone who seemed so cocky and sure of himself harbored such a dark and troubled past. 

But Isaiah knew all too well that looks were deceiving. 

"Thank you," Isaiah said softly, looking back up at Phisto. "For sharing this. For listening. Understanding."
07 May 2017, 12:48am
"Thanks, Isaiah, I appreciate that." Phisto gazed out the observation deck and lost his vision in sights beyond.  Soothed by the comfortable silence between them, he thought back to Nat and the inside jokes they used to share.  Phisto looked over as Isaiah finished speaking. A curl of a smile formed on Phisto's face.  Bitting his lower lip, he chuckled.

"This has been really good for me, too.  Really, it has..." his grin widened, "...but maybe we should lighten it up a little?"  Rolling his head onto his right shoulder, Phisto wagged his eyebrows at Isaiah.  "You tell me a happy story.  Doesn't matter what, doesn't matter who, and I'll tell you where my Fer-De-Lance's name comes from."  He opened his right palm, as if to shake.

"Deal?"
07 May 2017, 6:27pm
"A happy story," Isaiah said. His lower lip curled under his upper teeth and he made a slight sucking sound on it, thinking.

The little girl still played with the model Cobra, but the old man continued to keep a watchful eye on he and Phisto.

"Okay. Yeah, I've got one for you," he said. A burden lifted off his shoulders as he thought back to his childhood. "So my grandfather, he used to do what that gentlemen over there is doing. Probably brought his granddaughter out here to see the stars. Probably bought her that little model too," he said, smiling to himself. "My granddaddy had a Cobra just like it. Called it The Righteous Path. He used to be a small-time trader, just hauling odds and ends around. Made a tiny profit doing it for himself. But he took me up when I was eight or so - think I told you about that."

Seeing his homeworld for the first time inspired Isaiah in ways that he'd not realized until he'd gotten older. Deep down, he wanted to be an explorer - to see worlds unseen and maybe even lay claim to one for his own. Fates know there's enough earth-like worlds out there for everybody.

"I might go exploring, you know. See what's out there. *Up there.*" He made a slight gesture with his hand to the ceiling. "Want to see the galaxy from the top down, you know?"
07 May 2017, 6:45pm
"Yeah, I remember.  First time you ever hit space, right?" Phisto smiled, looking at the child and old man.  His gaze followed Isaiah's hand gesture skyward.  "So he's the reason you're such a 'big picture' guy, huh?" Phisto looked back down and scrunched his nose playfully at Isaiah.  "All right, so my turn."

"No Data Available, right?  What kind of name is that?" Phisto said.  "Well, I never had a lot of patience with computers, diagnostic tools, the nuts and bolts of flying, you know?  Nat, as I've said, was a genius for that sort of thing." He smiled, suddenly realizing just saying his old friend's name had gotten easier.  "I had a talent for screwing up the diagnostic tools, so more often that not I'd get a result of 'no data available.'  Nat used to say I was so good with it, it must be machine for 'I love you.'"

Phisto looked back out the observation port and laughed. "The night before he died, you know what that jerk did?  While we were modifying our fighters all he'd do is let me hold the fucking flash light, all the while guffawing how he 'couldn't do it without me' and how 'important I was to the team.'"    Phisto settled his weight back into the bench and smiled.  "Needless to say, when I come into a new port, I very much enjoy the occasional confused station traffic controller."
07 May 2017, 10:20pm
"So... what your ship is really saying is 'I love you' to anyone who happens to see it?" Isaiah laughed heartily, sitting back upright with his hands on his knees. "That's a hell of a thing. Kind of a little slight to your prey, isn't it?" He shook his head, continuing to laugh. 

"I couldn't tell you why I picked the name Bloodfeather for my ship," he said, peering out through the viewport. "I mean, it sounds good, doesn't it? And if you know a little about animals, you know that if a bird has a bloodfeather plucked, it might bleed out. They shed 'em as they get older, of course, but... there's something symbolic in that I think. More times than I can count, Bloodfeather's kept me alive. Kept my head in the game. 'Shrugged off' the worst things."

His features darkened with a slight frown. "Been through a lot with her."
07 May 2017, 11:10pm
Phisto eyes went wide with utter and complete surprise.  He uncrossed his legs, leaned forward, and brought his face down into his hands.  "Fuck me," he laughed. "I've never, ever thought of it like that."  His head shot up and with tears in his eyes he roared in laughter.  His arms fell slack at his sides as he completely let loose.  Causing quite a few strangers to turn their heads in surprise and concern, Phisto could not care less at the scene they made.  "I've had that ship for years.  Never once did that cross my mind!"  As their laughter cascaded to its natural end Phisto slapped his knee heartily and wiped the tears from his face.  Breathing heavy, he brought himself back under control as Isaiah talked about Bloodfeather.  

Spotting Isaiah's frown, Phisto smiled, hoping to cheer his friend up.  "It's a great name for clearly a great ship.  I've been through a lot with Data, too."  Phisto bit his upper lip and turned his head.  "You know that old saying?  How it's unlucky to fly a ship without a name?  We've both gotten some raw deals from life.  But here we are anyway, sitting on this beautiful station talking at such a depth that, if you don't mind me saying, few people really get to."  He turned to face Isaiah, face beaming now.  "We've got great ships with great names.  Bound to be some luck in there for us somewhere, somehow."

Phisto smirked, "I feel lucky to have met you, in any case."
08 May 2017, 4:46am
"You might be the last friendly face I see for a while," Isaiah said, glancing sidelong at Phisto. His expression remained the same - still frowning slightly, his thoughts surmounting the task that lay before him.

"Make sure you follow those instructions. There's more riding on it than you realize right now." 

There was a choice to be made. With it came consequences, far-reaching and profound. Once the truth came out, he'd never be able to return to life as a normal man - but when had life ever been normal since Eravate? 

"I've been running for so long," he said, closing his eyes and sinking into the padded back of the bench. "Running from whatever it is I'm supposed to be doing with my life. Running from something bigger than me. I can't hide from it anymore, so I'm going to embrace it. Pretty soon everyone will have to make that choice."

He laughed quietly, then added. "You and me and everyone else who wears that goddamn symbol on our shoulders - we're gonna have to choose between being Elite... or being dangerous. And me? I choose to be dangerous."
08 May 2017, 11:56am
Phisto returned Isaiah's sidelong look. "I chose dangerous a long one ago. Glad to see so many finally catching up."  He grinned and looked back out the observation deck. "You want to get going?"

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08 May 2017, 7:42pm
"Yeah, I reckon we should probably wander on," Isaiah replied, taking one last look around the observation deck. The old man and his granddaughter still looked on from the other side. There was something... oddly comforting about it. The man wore a slight scowl, studying Isaiah and Phisto, but as Isaiah made eye contact with him, he gave a slight nod.

"You think that guy's seen some things?" he asked.
08 May 2017, 9:33pm
Phisto chuckled, keeping his sight on Isaiah but nodding in the direction of the old man, "Based on the look he gave me earlier? Probably." Phisto shifted and narrowed his eyes, following Isaiah's eye contact and nod. Raising an eyebrow, "Or at least, he certainly thinks he has." A bit of playful menace slipped into his tone, "Why don't we go ask him?"
08 May 2017, 9:52pm
"You know the saying 'let sleeping dogs lie'?" Isaiah muttered quietly, giving Phisto a questioning look. "Something tells me he's probably the reason why you don't wake 'em up."

As if in answer, a gravelly voice came from the old man's general vicinity, tinged with the slight mechanical distortion of a vocoder. "My hearing might not be what it was, but I can read your lips, sirs," the old man growled.

Isaiah's head whipped around and he offered a nervous smile. "My apologies. We were just a little curious."

"About what?" The man licked his lips slightly, lifting his head and furrowing his brow. Cold grey eyes narrowed intently on Isaiah and Phisto. "Am I a spacer? Is this my granddaughter? What have I seen in my time?"

The man groaned and stood up, placing a hand on his granddaughter's head in order to keep her close by. "I bet you both think you're all that and a bag of crisps, eh? But you don't know the old ways. Can see it in the eyes. Don't know what it's about. What it really means to fly a ship."
08 May 2017, 10:33pm
Yeah, I know the saying, Isaiah.  That's why I always put them down.

Phisto bit his bottom lip as he listened to the old man's voice.  He was impressed.  The guy had probably "listened" to their entire conversation using just his eyes.  Phisto put his arms back up on the bench, crossing his legs again, his left leg over his right knee.  He called out the man, his voice loud enough to catch the attention of the nearest passersby.

"I like to think I ate that bag of crisps, old man.  So, tell us, if you're so wise and grizzled.  What's it mean?"
08 May 2017, 11:11pm
"Dead reckoning," the man said, wincing slightly as he walked to the window pane, looking down at a departing Type-7. "All these so-called 'Elite' pilots flying around in ships that practically fly themselves. Never had to use their own muscles to control their ships. Never had to plot a hyperspace jump on their own, with nothing but their proficiency in mathematics and instinct to guide them. Even the suits you flyboys wear now, they protect you from the worst effects of acceleration. And then you have people fitting into this nice little mold, guided along by the powers that be." 

The man turned his eyes back to Phisto. "Used to be a time when it meant something more to being Elite than being a gun-for-hire for the powers. Used to be that Elite pilots stood on their own, apart from them. Did their own things. Killing one was a mark of pride, a testament to skill. Nowadays, there's so many pilots flying around with that badge on their shoulders that it means nothing. The very people who once prided themselves on being an exclusive fraternity of pilots is now a galactic conglomerate, manipulating their private army for their own ends..."

"I like this guy," Isaiah said quietly to Phisto.
08 May 2017, 11:32pm
Phisto growled low and scowled, "I don't." His eyes flared in rage at the old man's rant. Phisto uncrossed his legs, brought his arms down from the bench and leaned forward to the edge of his seat. Putting his elbows to he knees, he apexed his fingers in front of his face and narrowed his head and eyes at the man. "You been watching us most of the time we been here. Seems like you do indeed got some skill at lip-reading, which means you know the weight of the things we've been sharing between us."

"So tell me," Phisto's menaced, "before I give you the dressing down of your goddamn lifetime, what gives you the right to judge us?"

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