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.
28 Apr 2019, 8:43pm
On an Orbis Starport like Citi Gateway, the price tag for luxury accommodation was high, but if you truely had the means it came with the one thing absent from every other bracket of living standard.

Privacy.
12 May 2019, 11:30am
...wha?

Barbossa opened his eyes slowly; his head felt like the receiving end of an abrasion blaster. His vision swam in circles for a moment, then focused on a beeping machine to his upper right. A series of numbers and waves displayed his vital signs: pulse, blood pressure, oxygenation, etc.

A woman's face suddenly came into view. "Are we awake?" she said politely.

"I think so...." Barbossa turned to focus on her. She wore the standard medical garb he had seen in most field hospitals, save the bright green wavy hair. "Are we...green?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Then we are awake....but very confused...." He tried to sit up in the bed, failing miserably.

"Do you need help?" The nurse moved in, a set of controls in her hand.

"Oh....all I can get." Barbossa smiled ruefully. The back of the bed rose, putting him in a semi-sitting and comfortably reclined position. "Thank you," he said.

"You're very welcome." The nurse pulled out a datapad. "Do you remember how you got here?"

"No," Barbossa said, reaching up to scratch an itch on his head, and finding a deep cut nicely re-fused and covered with gauze. "I remember being at the bar, and a bunch of gunslingers decided to skin their weapons and start messing up the place. After that...nope...nothing."

The nurse smiled. "That's ok...that's more than I thought you'd remember. You were brought in unconscious with a nasty head wound. You have a mild concussion...looks like you were hit over the head with something glass...bottle maybe. You've been out for about 2 hours. We fused the head wound - it looked worse than it was, fortunately." Her fingers danced over the datapad. "We'll keep you here for a few more hours, and as long as you can eat and drink something small, we'll let you go." She offered Barbossa a plate of crackers and a sparkling water. "This is it for now, until you can pass concussion protocols."

Barbossa nodded. "Where are my effects?"

The nurse pointed to an adjacent chair, where his clothes, datapad, and messenger bag were neatly arranged. "We took the liberty of cleaning your outfit, as there was a good bit of blood and whiskey involved." She handed him his datapad. "Don't look at this too much - you might get a little woozy trying to concentrate."

Barbossa took the datapad, powering it up. "Thank you."

The nurse smiled, handing him a small remote. "The holo is up there," she said, pointing to a screen in the corner. "Bed controls are here, here, and here," she pointed. "If you need me, push the red button."

She turned to leave, her smile turning serious. She lifted a small comm-link concealed on her wrist. "302 is awake."

(Bonus prize if you can guess where part of the dialog came from!)
12 May 2019, 8:12pm
Fredrik Barbossa...wha?
(Bonus prize if you can guess where part of the dialog came from!)



Looking up from a chair across the hall after hearing very familiar words. "Gotta love the immortal ravings of that lunatic Mel Brooks" I said smiling to myself as I returned to reading my paper.


Last edit: 23 May 2019, 4:36pm
15 May 2019, 2:38pm
After saying goodbye to Mac and Rake at the bar, the Doctor decider to check up on commander Barbarossa. He was swiftly taken to the Medical ward after being knocked out by one of the now late cyberpunks. The Doctor felt a bit responsible considering that the fight could have been handled better but nobody can change the past now can they?

She came to the front desk and faced the nurse.

"Heya! I'd like to visit my friend, commander Frederick Barbarossa."

The nurse gave a small smile.

"Certainly ma'am, let me just ask him if he's will to see visitors."

She turned on the intercom and asked.

"Commander Barbarossa, there's a visitor here to see you."


Last edit: 15 May 2019, 3:58pm
15 May 2019, 9:30pm
After checking his ship at the docks, Ben decided to walk around. He is really rare guest to a spaceports and various settlements. He wanted to get some rest just by a small promenade. Especially after that unnecessary encounter at the bar.
18 May 2019, 10:19am
Barbossa was awakened by a soft ping of the intercom. "Commander Barbarossa, there's a visitor here to see you."

He picked up the remote and pressed a small button. "Okay, please send them in."
20 May 2019, 9:40pm
After being told the way to the wounded commander, the doctor found herself face to face with commander Barbarossa. She gave him a small smile.

"You don't look too bad Fred." She sits down on a nearby chair. "Sorry about the bar. The situation could have been handled a whole lot better"

She sighed. "Anyway, feel like have in a chat with an old friend?"
22 May 2019, 8:24pm
"Well..." Barbossa scratched his head. "How long has it been? Last I saw you was after I left the Federation..." He winced as his fingernails scratched over a tender spot.
23 May 2019, 9:57am
"Too long to be honest," said the doctor with a small smile, " although the news of your super secret exploration mission have been heared by most in the Bubble I suspect. All the data that you are rumored to have gained. Anyway, considering all the bounties for you head and harddrive, I decided to check up on you and possibly find out if the rumours are actually true."
26 May 2019, 11:35am
"Well, it's a lot less glamorous than the stories probably make it out to be." Barbossa leaned back, still feeling a little woozy. "During the battles in Eranin, my group came across intel concerning a new type of weapon system being designed. I was charged with going to find it. Long story short, we got the data and got out of there - and by 'we', I mean myself and three other people out of fifty." Barbossa shook his head. "The data has long since been out of my hands," he tapped the side of his head, "except for what I kept here."

Barbossa shifted back more towards a sitting position; his head began to clear again. "So what about you? What's happened to you these past...what is it...five years now?"
27 May 2019, 5:33am
" Nothing much, but there was one discovery that was mildly interesting, you could say." The doctor leaned back in the chair and intertwined her fingers in her lap. "You might have noticed that I was talking about it in the bar. About a 1840 Ly away from here, I found a crushed guardian sentinel. What's strange is that it was about 10 times bigger then the normal size. There also were...I believe six targoid interceptors just searching for something. I was able to scan the sight before escaping. I was lucky to not get intercepted, you know that I fly without shields or hardpoints. Unfortunately my ship exploded in the docks."

The doctor chuckles at that.

"Doesn't matter anyway, I've got my Imperial eagle here and my Diamond Back stored at Ceos so no biggie I suppose. Shame about the data tho."
28 May 2019, 6:52pm
Kara held a webbing belt in either hand and tried to decide which colour went best with her choice of evening dress. In the background an aide was droning on about the faction reports coming out of Terra Mater.

"Do the ceramic blades come in pastel colours?" she interrupted and the bespectacled man cut short his reports to scroll through a weapons catalogue

"No, no I don't believe they do. Black or Bone seem to be the only options," he replied. Then he returned to the details of the succesful campaign to liberate Terra Mater from the Utopian oppression.

Karra was thoughtful for a moment. She put the webbing down and picked up one of her long hair pins with the stabby end. It was a nice shade of Red but it just didnt go with her dress. She was about to dismiss the functionary when she caught something he said.

"Twenty four million? Who too?" she asked.

Once again the man stopped reading aloud and scrolled through his notes.

"An outfit by the name of The Blackguard Dragons or Dragoons," he replied. "A small outfit of the usual type," he replied.

"I suppose, but arent they the ones in the article? " she asked and after some more scrolling he nodded.

"And we charged them for that publicity didn't we?" she asked dangerously. There was some more scrolling, which quickly became frantic. Finally when she gave an exasperated sigh and turned to face him the aide looked up and had to admit it seemed there had infact been an invoicing omission.

Kara pointed the stabby hair pin at the man.

"You know I have a very important meeting in Cubeo soon don't you?" she asked and he nodded quickly while nervously keeping half an eye on the data stream in case an invoice turned up.

"Its with some very, very high level folks from the People's Media. What do you think they will say to me if they find out I don't charge two bit merc outfits for promotional media features which syndicate to the entire Galaxy about wars which I started?"

The aide could only gape like a stranded fish, his eyes fixed on the stabby end of the needle sharp pin.

Kara shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"Honestly, if you want something doing,"
29 May 2019, 2:01am
At some little coffee shop, Stryker sat at a small table set out on the crowded avenue. The long sharp metallic claws of his prostetic arm tapped with a hypnotic rythem as the large man read from a holographic tablet.

Interesting... he missed.
31 May 2019, 6:10am
After finishing up her packing for the trip to Cubeo Kara opens a new tab on her communication device and rotates the Contacts until she finds the little rainbow unicorn icon she had chosen for the leader of the Blackguard Dragoons.

She presses it and waits for the call to connect.
01 Jun 2019, 12:14am
He took a sip of whatever drink he had ordered. All the names were stupidly complicated and filled with fluff.

Whatever it was, was sickly sweet. He knew in that moment he wasn't going to finish it.

His eyes continued to scan the document when an incoming transmission icon popped up. It was an unknown caller.

He pressed the glowing opaque floating connect call button.

"Ya." he said.

However, in the background some little urchin from a patron of the shop took it upon himself to make as much of a racket as he could. His method: throwing himself down on the floor. Screaming as if his life depended on it, and thrashing about.

I think Cerberus could use a little snack, the large man mused glancing at the little hellion.

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