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.
08 Jan 2017, 8:46pm
Some time later, Lilith emerged from the store with a brand new top of the line Pulse Pistol, with high capacity battery, advanced heat dissapator and precision barrel. On top of that, a modernised version of a Taurus Model 85. The basic design remained the same, but it had been built using a smoother and stronger metal alloy to increase reliability and decrease maintenance.

Both had set her back more than a few credits each, but she was happy with the choices and looked forward to using them in a real life situation. There was even a smile on the shop owners face as her Credit Balance got lighter and his grew larger.

Adjusting her eyes to the brightness of the station, compared to the relative gloom of the store, she was surprised that the crowds still hadn't appeared to disappear from the New Years celebrations. Meandering through the people, however, she realised the atmosphere had changed somewhat. No longer were people exchanging pleasantries or good wishes. Instead the future blessings were replaced with hushed whispers. More than once she heard the words "Alien encounter" and "Maybe Thargoids" mentioned.

Lifting her head to look around she spotted several people gazing at one of the many screens adorning the street walls. Turning her attention towards them, she was greeted with the image of a bored news reader recounting the helmet recording of a CMDR being dragged out of Witchspace. After a moment of confused glancing around, the ships HUD went dark and the ship floated lifelessly around the void betwen systems.

Lilith knew what was coming, only because of the mumblings of the crowd surrounding her, but that didn't make her any less surprised as a large, almost circular vessel flew overhead and circled around to face the helpess pilot. A moment of anticipation filled the air when the strange vessel suddenly glowed bright green, almost blinding the camera and filling the streets with an eerie green hue.

Just a suddenly as it started, it was over. The vessel did an about turn and began to abandon the pilot, some strange force causing the disabled vessel to spin in its wake for a brief moment before the HUD lit up again and power was restored to the vessel. Lilith couldn't help grin in admiration as the Pilot instinctively gave chase, it's what she would have done, but unfortunately it was in vain as the alien vessel vanished into a strange wake and was gone.

The bored reporter returned and began droning off the details of when and where the recording took place, followed up by a mention that many other members of the Pilots Federation had reported similar encounters. All of which followed the same pattern. Dragged out of witchspace, ship disabled, bright green light then left to go about their business.

With that moment of enlightenment, Lilith wandered off, heading back towards her ship. Not fully sure what to make of the whole thing, she briefly considered heading off in search herself, but then figured she'd be like a dog chasing a car. It's all very well and fun chasing it, but what would she do if she caught one?

*Fuck it... Leave it to the scientists.* Was her conclusion, *Although...*

Scowling to herself, she considered the people she was chasing down. She had a name. But he was part of an Imperial Covert Ops unit. Would this make it easier to find him? Would he come out now a larger possible threat loomed? Or would this force him and his cronies to go deeper into hiding?

As she passed the InGaBa, she paused for a moment. The whole point of her coming here in the first place was to find someone to tail that CMDR she'd encountered a while ago. The one who'd given her the name in the first place. She needed to keep tabs on him lest she need the next guys name. What was his name again? Duke? Lucas? Luke... That was it. Staring at the entrance, she contemplated whether to enter the bar or leave the station. One part of her wanting to do what she'd aimed to do in the first place, the other wanting to get shot of Citi Gateway.

>Continued in InGaBa<


Last edit: 09 Jan 2017, 3:24pm
09 Jan 2017, 10:42pm
After a short wait, the lift arrived and the doors opened to reveal the busy streets of Citi Gateway. Luke stepped out carefully, taking in the slightly tense atmosphere that filled the air. He knew why it felt this way. He'd seen the alien ship footage, that's why he'd got his Anaconda out of storage. Long jump range, plenty of scanners and cargo space, plus several hard points, just in case.

He was both excited and afraid. This was the main reason he'd signed up for the Pilots Federation. So he wouldn't have to sit around and watch as these events unfolded around him. Instead, he had the opportunity to actively participate in them.

So he'd come here, aiming straight for the InGaBa on the off chance he'd meet a like minded pilot to wing up with. If not, he could at least replace the bottle of Scotch he'd finished after his last visit.

Arriving at the bar, he braced himself for the smell of alcohol and smoke, then entered.

>Continued in InGaBa<
10 Jan 2017, 10:05pm
Amar woke up, to a shrill buzz emitting from the PDA on the table. Slowly he became more away of his surroundings, the low light, the small table, the pictures of ships he had flown and crew members he had flown with. Memories from another time. Rolling over he knocked a glass off the table, the dredges of what was left spilt on the floor. *Damn it!* Ignoring his new mess, he picked up the PDA. I woke up for this? he thought. The first was an invitation, to some sort of party. The second was an example of said party. Who forwarded me this? Hilarious! Someone from logistics thought I would find this funny? Then he received another message from, a young pilot, a new recruit, Hellen Kamarus, using the simple but functional texting system.

Hellen: Hey, Sir. Congrats on your promotion!

Amar waited, should he respond? Slowly his hands moved across the keys.

Amar: Thanks.
Hellen: Supposedly there is a good sized party going on in InGaBa. Last time we spoke, you looked like you could use a drink. You game?

Slowly he read the message, and lit his cigar. Whats the harm in a few drinks. After all, I'm putting in for retirement.

Amar: Why not. Meet you at the bar in five.

"Lights on." A chirp acknowledged the request. Standing up he rolled his shoulders. His hand reached up to rub the scar on his shoulder blade. He walked over to his closet. He selected a light gym shirt, a pair of jeans, and a hoodie. The last thing he added was a wrist attached PDA. He looked up at the ceiling, peering past them at the stars he knew where there. He took a deep breath, and stepped into the night.
14 Jan 2017, 5:05pm
Exiting the bar, Lilith couldn't help but feel the eyes of every citizen boring into her. Judging her and scrutinising her. Of course, had she bothered to look up, she'd realise no one was even acknowledging her existence, let alone aware of the events transpiring in the bar.

The only person judging Lilith at this point, was Lilith.

She kept her hands buried in her pockets and chin tucked in as she meandered through the well paced streets of Citi Gateway aiming straight for the elevator leading to the docks. Each step, a step closer to Exotica, and each step building a steadily increasing pool of bile in the pit of her stomach.

Upon reaching the elevator, she was grateful that it had just arrived, letting out a short flurry of people and admitting her. Leaning back against the wall she heard the cries of someone shouting for the lift to be held but instead she jabbed the button marked 'docks' and then repeatedly stabbed the door close button with her finger.

Once the clunk of the door blocked out the noise from the streets, she permitted herself one solitary tear to roll down her cheek as the lift shifted towards the depths.

>Continued in The Docks<
26 Jan 2017, 12:20am
Dr. Glaboski was skulking around the shadows of the warrens. He wasn't pleased with his situation and loathed the fact that his prodigious skills were now wasted upon the swine of the Pegasi region. Though he would play the act and treat them like royalty. Once upon a time, his clientele were akin such.

His boot struck a can and it wildly bounced off a gutter skidding into a dark alley. On a whim he shrugged and followed it into the darkness.

"Please, sir." It was a woman. She was young but life had tossed her through the chompers. "If you could spare some credits. Please...."

He looked past her, and slightly behind was a bundle of rags wiggling.

"...My child and I are hungry." She cried.

Glaboski hunched down. His silken robes ripping into a pile at his feet. He tilted her chin up and fixed a warm friendly smile.

"Oh, certainly!" He beamed. Something in his mind snapped. He formulated a plan. "I can do that and much more.....Come with me." He offered her his smooth hand. She took it coming to her feet. She knelt and picked up the child.

"I can arrange food, and a safe place for you for a few days. Help you get to your feet...."
26 Jan 2017, 11:55pm
Some time later, the doctor was peering through the port window of airlock. In the chamber beyond laid a small bundle. His hand was in a pocket of his robes and he felt his fingers wrap around a small vial. He gave a smirk. The doctor had harvested undifferentiated cells found in the spinal cord. They would fetch a high price on the black market. And it was the real deal. Not the cloned garbage that was approved for medicine. The child had served it's purpose.

His eyes wandered to a larger corpse laid out next to smaller bundle. The mother.

It's a shame that a successful surgery is measured in the patients survival. Such narrow minded thinking...

He placed his hand on the control panel.

Real science shouldn't be hindered by such thinking. Like in every field, there would, and should be sacrifices....

Glaboski pressed the evacuate button and watched as the corpses were sucked into the vacuum of space.

And here, in this very station was a whole veritable smorgasbord of wasted humanity to work with. Trash that no one cared about....Ah, I could make a real contribution now...

He turned, and walked away.
01 Feb 2017, 4:18am
Satisfied with the deal he just struck, Glaboski's slender fingers lightly touched to vial of freshly harvested progenative cells as a smirk grew across his slender face. He placed the vial into the buyers hand.

In return he was offered a sizable amount of credits and he relished in the fact that he could work with the black markets.

"Pleasure doing business." He said in a horse voice.

Now his surgeon fingers were toying with the chit.

I feel like a drink...
07 Feb 2017, 4:29am
Mhera interlaced her fingers with Luke's as she took his had. That too, she found odd, but wanting to be out of Dr. Glaboski's presence overrode the awkward feeling she had. She quickened her pace and led Luke down the corridor, past some shops and finally to a small cafe.

She stood with her back to a wall.

"I told Brandon that you were to take the next leg of the expedition." She bit her lip. "I had predicted, that based on his realtionship with my post doc, Mary, she would also stay behind. It came true. I'm in a bind. I can't do all the work myself. Who am I going to get as a replacement?"

She sounded strained, on the verge of hyperventilating.
07 Feb 2017, 7:26pm
"Hey, hey, hey.... There's nothing to get all worked up about." Luke said soothingly, doing the only thing that came naturally to him and pulling her into a comforting hug.

"If having me as your pilot is only going to cause problems, don't do it. I just thought, since you were interested in discovering new things you might fancy joining me in catching a glimpse of these aliens." He added sympathetically, "And I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable in there. I was just trying to play the part."
08 Feb 2017, 4:31am
Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable? she thought. You say that, while your giving a perfect stranger a hug? Mhera's emotions were a foggy mess. Upset about her pilot leaving. Upset she lost her post doc. And feeling, on the whole, pretty damn awkward about her loss of control, and being hugged by someone she hardly knew. She was also upset about the creepy doctor.

"It's too late now." She said. "Brandon is leaving and Mary is going with. The granting agency is expecting results. I have to do the research. So unless you know anyone who knows the scientific method...."

She paused. No, not that creepy doctor!

"How are you at taking notes?"
08 Feb 2017, 6:07am
"Not bad I guess, fast typer if that helps, and I know enough science to blag my way through most conversations." Luke replied, pushing Mhera out to arms length and keeping his hands on her shoulders, "What sort of notes are we talking? I'm guessing it won't be as simple as this plant is green with spiky bits. Although, it will be tricky if you expect me to be flying and scribbling down chemical formulae."

He paused to think for a moment.

"Unfortunately, the closest person to a scientist I know is Jones. But, well, if it's any consolation, he comes across as too polite. Know what I mean?" He added, "Or Ten has a brain that seems to be linked to the entire Galnet, but I doubt her or Jacob would agree to letting her head out on her own adventure. She's been through a lot recently." His voice trailed off towards the end as thoughts came rushing to the forefront of his head.

He dropped his hands at the memory of the blue haired woman. Still feeling like, if he hadn't pushed so hard, Ten wouldn't have lost control. He blinked several times to make sure they didn't fill with tears and took a deep breath.

"No matter what happens, I gotta ask how long we have before lift off? You on a schedule or anything?" He asked, hoping to change the subject quickly enough Mhera wouldn't notice, "I mean, I'm sober enough to fly but if at all possible, I'd like to get a few hours kip just to be on the safe side. It's one thing flying tipsy when it's just yourself, but I don't agree with anyone that decides to juggle other peoples lives in that state."
08 Feb 2017, 4:09pm
Mhera studied Luke for a moment.

"Why would you fly and take notes at the same time?" She asked rhetorically. "I'll need help operating equipment, preparing samples, keeping notes, and compiling results. I seriously doubt any of that would be done, in the air, so to speak."

She looked down at her feet. There was a nagging feeling that she was blowing the grant, and she would loose tenure. A frighting proposition. But, if she could make some sort of unique discovery concerning these aliens, then it just might be worth it. She sighed.

"Lets see if we can do this with just the two of us. I'll start making preparations. Meet me at the Beagle, in say, 8 hours? That's uh, bay 21. Okay."

She wiggled out of his grip.

I wonder what Camille would have to say about this?
08 Feb 2017, 5:05pm
*Sarcasm is lost on her then...* Luke thought to himself.

"Ok sure thing. I can handle that." He smiled, "I'll head back to my ship, get a few hours rest and grab a few things for the trip. Anything you recommend besides the obvious clothes and stuff?"
08 Feb 2017, 6:30pm
Mhera looked back at Luke.

"Clothes, wit, and whatever else you have to offer."

She couldn't shake the feeling that she was making a huge mistake. But she was now committed.

"8 hours. Please be prompt." she said as she walked down the corridor.
08 Feb 2017, 6:59pm
"I will. Pilots Honour." Luke responded with a wink and a salute, "Pad 21, 8 hours. See you then."

He turned swiftly towards the elevator leading to the docks. His aim was to get a around 4-6 hours kip, then stuff a few items of clothing into a duffel bag. He'd wear his Remlock suit to the ship to make it easier to transport and his datapad and sidearm would be kept in a side pocket of the bag.

Not that he was intending to use the gun of course, but it always paid to be cautious.

>Continued in The Docks<


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