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.
22 Oct 2020, 12:55pm
"No alcohol. I live on board but it's still a working ship. And no recreational narcs, or anyone under the influence."

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Descartes could have continued: no personal weapons, no animal  products, (apart from fish in the cargo-bay, not for consumption), no dirt on the bridge. The list got longer as the length of any planned flight got longer.  Besides her personal preferences there were hard practical reasons:  after a week without getting off  ship, the body-odour of meat-eaters was unbearable to her small but sensitive nose, for example .


"Two cabins, a shower, room to breathe. . . and a Sidey? remind me, just how much room is there in that cockpit?"


'Better stop there.'   She thought,
 'sounds like you're trying to talk him into it.'


Descartes thought back to her own start in a battered old sidewinder. Months of short, low-paid courier runs. Repetitive low value trade deals. Profits grew very slowly at first- until she learned that reputation improved with the number of trades made, not the value.


She needed a few personal items. They went to  shop, agreeing to meet here, by the street vendor.


Last edit: 22 Oct 2020, 1:37pm
22 Oct 2020, 2:35pm
His shopping list wasn't exactly long.

A new suit and some outer clothing, something to change into after he'd showered.

A few personal grooming items, no excuse for looking or smelling anything but your best.

As he wandered around the market he began to consider what he actually made of his new acquaintance.

"Assertive!", he smiled, "Probably not much older than me, and judging from her demeanour has had to prove herself to a lot of people, no time for fools."

He knew these qualities well, he had some of them himself to a lesser degree.

He heeded her words about alcohol, but a gentleman couldn't arrive without some kind of gift for his hostess, it wasn't the done thing.

Flowers? not on a working ship, although...

He settled on a red silk rose, something she could keep forever, or discard of as she saw fit.

His shopping complete, he checked the time and made his way back to the street vendor's stall.
22 Oct 2020, 3:21pm
The young pilot was already there when Descartes arrived back carrying only a small silvery-looking bag.

"No-one bought me a flower before." She said, slightly amused but appreciating the gesture, accepting it graciously, and inserting the stem into the top of the bag, with the red flower sticking out. It's colour matching the contents.

"Shall we go?"

Without waiting for an answer she turned towards the docks, him walking close enough by her side for her to notice a pleasant odour. She smiled. 'This might not be such a bad idea after all.'
22 Oct 2020, 4:03pm
As the docks came into view Rex wondered about her name...

"Descartes, wasn't he some ancient philosopher?" he asked out of curiosity, remembering something he'd learned in school.

There was still more he wanted to ask her, but this wasn't the time or place. Maybe later when they were alone in private he might get more information.

They rounded a corner and entered the dock area.

Rex admired the ships, looking forward to the day he would own something similar instead of the "Space Mini".
Sure it was a great little ship, and in the time he'd had her she'd made him enough for a few upgrades, but he knew he wanted something with more scope for the varying skills he was going to need to survive and reach his ultimate goal.
22 Oct 2020, 6:02pm
Brining the bottle to his lips, Tiberius took another deep pull of whisky in an effort to wet his throat after explaining what had happened, he was also hoping it would bolster his courage. Thade and Dyson had slowly gravitated towards the rooms’ door as he had been telling Vodan what had happened while Vodan was on his way to Citi Gateway.

Vodan himself had edged forwards on his seat opposite Tiberius during the retelling. Now he was barely sat on the chair at all, he looked ready to push himself to his feet and start an attack that would only end when security arrived to pull him off Tiberius. The dull heavy pistol on Vodans’ hip seemed like the brightest object in the room to Tiberius.

Stopping his leg from bouncing was far more difficult than Vodan had expected. His interlocked fingers ached from being pressed together so hard. The Bosun had told him he was to meet and work with some guy calling himself Trojan that was on his last chance from his lordship. After listening to what Tiberius had done, a mess that had let The Doctor and Creamy slip away in all the noise, Vodan was ready to kill him on the spot.

A chance offered by Vengerfield was the same as a death sentence. It meant you had done something to get noticed and it was nothing good. Vodan knew he was being given the same chance and Trojan had fucked it right up for him.

“Did you not know The Doctor was to be acquired quietly? What the living FUCK is quiet about having a couple of random gunhands killed after they were arrested? Did you not think that would make the bent pricks in Getaway security question what’s so special about some little nobody doctor?”

Tiberius swallowed the mouthful of burnt-amber liquid he had held in his mouth and met Vodans’ eyes levelly. Vodan was no-one of particular note in Venderfields’ vast network, but he had been ordered, by Vengerfield directly, to meet and work with the man. There was no direct statement of who was in charge, but Tiberius was not going to push his luck and took the hostile berating without much reaction.

“I didn’t have anything to do with that. The Brothers were..”

Vodan leaned on the coffee table between the men and pushed his finger right under Tiberius’ nose and near hissed at him between gritted teeth.

“The brothers were YOUR responsibility. YOU were tasked with keeping them in check and seeing they didn’t interfere with Vengerfields’ interests, and you fucked that completely up because you were busy starting some sort of coup that failed as well”

Vodan pushed himself back onto his chair to stop himself from wrapping his hands around Tiberius’ neck. The Doctor and Creamy were that close to being in his custody and the moron opposite him had scared them off by starting a goddamn war. He’d sent Thade to go talk to the reporter, Alison to find out what she knew. Hopefully there was a lead.

“Thade, what did the woman have to say” asked Vodan stroking his beard in a parody of the strangling fear of failing Vengerfield he felt, and an unconscious effort to protect his neck from the mans’ limitless reach.

Thade pushed himself off the wall standing to attention thanks to the tense atmosphere in the room.

“Nothing new boss. Alison is all about uncovering corruption and injustice within Getaway leadership so she was focused on that. She painted Goodness as the underdog”

Knowing that wouldn’t be enough, Thade explained how thorough he had been.

“I paid for a personal on-net interview, and she showed me the recording from the Maglev, I tried to record it, but it was blocked so I filmed it on my slate if ya wanna see it?” he said holding his slate out to Vodan.

Vodan just looked at Thade silent and unmoving. Thade kept talking to fill the threat laden silence.

“The dude was real careful about what he said. She rushed the interview coz Alison knew it would be over when the maglev got to the station. She’s got people looking out for him for a follow-up, but she didn’t think he was on the station anymore”

Vodan wasn’t in the mood to hear what he already knew, but at least Thade had more to say.

“In the finished episode, she gathered footage from the docks showing The Doctor and her three friends getting surprised by the ship exploding a pad over, and security leading the wannabe-bounty hunters away alive and well. Next, she shows that clip of Goodness dicking about in a maglev station, high-fiving the guy that caught him acting like an idiot with a smile, and followed that up with a vid of Creamy disabling a couple of station security carefully and apologising after. It makes him look incapable of doing anything they were accused of”

Shrugging off the feeling that Alison’s well-constructed attack against Getaway security made Thade feel a bit of sympathy for Creamy and The Doctor, he finished his report.

“After that, she played the edited interview and finishes with Goodness leaping off a moving maglev looking back with a friendly salute. The man’s name is Goodness for god sake. She turned him into a victim of corrupt station management fighting the good fight”

Less than impressed was an understatement for Vodan. At least Thade had got everything out of the woman without threats and violence. Hopefully, Dysons’ poking around had turned up something useful.

“How about I get him to give you a signed picture and a kiss before I cut his damn hands off. Would you like that Thade?” Turning his attention back to Tiberius, Vodan addressed his other man. “What did you learn from the station mainframe Dyson?” asked Vodan, eyes locking on Tiberius.

“It’s not what I found boss, it’s what was missing from the logs, and I mean completely scrubbed from digital existence. I looked for Pilots Federation registration from Robigo that docked here, and there were a few in the time frame we’re interested in. Now I almost missed it, but there is a discrepancy in the number of ships landed, and the log sent to the PF, a discrepancy of one. A ship that has been professionally scrubbed from station records”

Vodan turned around in his seat to look at Dyson.

“So if there’s no info on the ship, how the hell does that help us?” Asked Vodan suggesting he had spotted the gaping hole in Dysons logic.

“It helps because we know the guys that got your bounty notice told us they had The Doctor and Creamy on a DBX that was being overhauled. Now, I found the work logs also had a job number missing, and that went missing at the same time as a ship was wiped from the PF bound logs. It’s gotta be the Doctors' ship. It’s also gotta be the ship Creamy transferred back in Robigo, so we have a registration on The Doctors’ craft, and we know she’s got people on the dock, or in IT support she used, as that sort of scrub needs to be done by people with unrestricted access to the mainframe. That gives us a smaller pool of people to question about where she’s gone”

Vodan tipped his head in a noncommittal way. It was something, but not much.

“Ok, but what about the Jason guy that was spotted with The Doctor. Did you find out anything about him Dyson?”

Good news had calmed Vodan a little and Dyson was glad he had delivered it. He had hoped he could keep that ball rolling, but Jason was an enigma.

“No ship on board registered to him has moved in an age. He’s a face in the Galactic Bar, and the regulars know him. Those people are only regular because they know how to keep their mouths shut. I was trying to get into the security camera grid, but after that reporters’ latest episode of Gateway to the Citi, security has stepped up their data protection game. She’s getting right under their skin and Creamys’ fuckin cool maglev jump and escape really embarrassed them”

The look Vodan gave Dyson for complimenting Creamy soon wiped the smile off Dysons' face.

“Err, I mean everyone with a lil hacking skill is having a go at getting into the Gateways security system right now thanks to the article. Their ice men are on point and out in force. We’re getting nothing from Gateway security till it calms right down boss. Sorry” finished Dyson quietly.

“Ao is our best chance of picking up the trail now.” Injected Tiberius “The wolf is badly wounded and it’ll be cowering in the corner. Ao will have gone back to the carrier knowing his enemies will be coming now the wolf is weak. I know where the Star Wolf is, even if it moves it won’t be hard for me to find”

Vodan hadn’t stopped staring at Tiberius and didn’t take his eyes off him as he gave his orders.

“Ok, Dyson call The Anansi in. If we’re going after a carrier, I want ours ready to fight. Have them send our clean ships through the system the Star Wolf is in so our attack ships can break off the traffic quietly”

Vodan stood up and took his long coat off the back of his chair.

“I’ll want the cold running ships ready for hacking the Star Wolf, and Tiberius here will brief our boarding teams on the likelihood of infiltration so prepare the spaceflight suits in case. If any of the targets we are after happen to be on the Star Wolf, they must NOT get away from us again. Oh, and leave some people here too so they can follow up on your leads”

With his orders given, Vodan strode out of the room.


Last edit: 22 Oct 2020, 8:07pm
22 Oct 2020, 7:14pm
[As the docks came into view Rex wondered about her name...

"Descartes, wasn't he some ancient philosopher?" he asked out of curiosity, remembering something he'd learned in school]



She looked at him again, this really could be interesting. By chance he'd broached her favourite topic! They might have something to talk about after all.


"He was! French mathematician, philosopher and soldier of the seventeenth century Golden Age. My namesake but no relation"


She had spent half of her life studying Descartes and trying to understand his metaphysics. Not everyone found it exciting.  They had reached the docks.  

(Continued in Roleplay: The Docks)
02 Dec 2020, 10:29pm
JB strolled through the dark alleyways of The Warrens.

He could feel several eyes on him from the locals as they lurked in the nearby shadows. The dim neon lights of unlicensed shops flickered through clouds of steam that rose from the vents in the corridors.

Eventually JB found the place he was looking for. Pink neon lights announced "Eve's Attic" above the door of an otherwise nondescript dwelling.

JB gave three gentle raps on the metal door.
"Who dat?" called a voice from a small speaker by the door. JB looked at the small camera above it.

"Open the fuckin' door, Diego," replied JB, eager to get out of the alley.

There was several loud clunks as automatic deadlocks slid from the back of the door. The door opened slightly, enough for JB to slip inside. JB pushed his way through, followed by a swift slam of the heavy door and the deadlocks sliding back into place behind him.

The room was large and well lit but JB was standing in a small 9 by 6 area with the rest of the space behind a large, bulletproof-glass covered cage. "Eve's Attic" was filled with all manner of crap and contraband. Shelves were full of mechanical parts, pieces of armour, weird trinkets and other items that the locals had pawned off to Diego. The back wall was barely visible behind the guns and weapons that covered it.

Diego grinned from behind his little window, a glint from his gold tooth reflecting the stark strip lighting. He was a strange looking little man with terrible skin and a greasy pony-tail. He wore a disgusting shirt of many colours, none of which seemed to get along with the others.

"You got my order, Diego?" asked JB as he looked to see what new items Diego had acquired on his shelves.

"Of course, my mucker," he replied, the gormless grin remained.

"Shake a leg then, mate."

"500 credits we'd agreed, hadn't we Mr Threepwood?"

"350, you twisty little shit."

"Of course, of course..." Diego waddled off and got a package from one of the shelves and put it into the hatch.

JB had been dealing with Diego ever since he'd joined Jamaica Inn Movement. He was good for getting his hands on things but you couldn't trust him as far as you could throw him... which wouldn't be far for the fat little bastard.

JB took the package from the hatch as he sent his credits across.

"Always a pleasure doing business with you, Mr Threepwood."

"Yeah, you just keep this between you and me."

"Discretion is my middle name," Diego beamed.

JB slipped the package into his inside pocket and waited for the outside door to open again.

-------

Back at his ship, JB ducked into his small cabin. One wall had several shelves full of counterfeit first edition books. JB slumped onto his bed and unwrapped the parcel he'd got from Diego.

"A Christmas Carol; By Charles Dickens"

His old copy had been given to a girl... she, and the book, were long gone now.

JB opened the slim book and started to read.


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12 Dec 2020, 3:41pm
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12 Dec 2020, 5:12pm
The man behind the message sits back in his chair sighing softly to himself as he waits for them to finish loading his materials onto his type-9. He really needed an escort this time. This was a dangerous mission to go shieldless and with no friends.
21 Dec 2020, 6:36am
After walking for quite a bit, Anders had found where his contractor said their meeting place would be, a cafe right in the middle of the Commerce and Administration section of the station.

Walking inside, he immediately noticed his client, a rather tall, lanky man, wearing a black business suit and is currently being edged by two bodyguards with cybernetic augmentations, sitting in one of the corner tables. Anders went over to his table, but was immediately blocked by the bodyguards.

"Let him through. He's our guest." the client said then having a sip of his coffee.

Anders immediately took a seat and presented his hand, "A pleasure to meet you once again, Mr. Parker."

Mr. Parker shook his hand back, "The pleasure is all mine. Now, down to business, shall we? I hope you have the items I tasked you with retrieving."

Instead of answering, Anders showed him a live camera feed of his cargo bay showing crates marked "PROPERTY OF MORDIGAN CORPORATION - DO NOT OPEN".

"Great. I'll get the credits transferred then. I hope the Mordigan Corporation can make use of your remarkable services in the near future."

Anders immediately checked his credit account, and after confirming that the credits are in, he released his cargo over to Mr. Parker's personnel awaiting nearby. Mr. Parker, on the other hand, contacted his people in the docks, and after confirming the receipt, said "Well that concludes our business here, Mr. Brightwood. I bid you farewell in your travels, but before you leave, I recommend enjoying the station. The bars here are quite... exotic, if you will."

"As much I would love to stay here, Mr. Parker, I'm afraid I must depart from this system. What with the commotion here with some Feds." Anders replied, extending his hand afterwards to Mr. Parker.

"The Federation? Intriguing. Well, if that is what you wish. Safe travels, Mr. Brightwood." shaking Anders' hand.

"Likewise." Anders replied before making his way to the cafe's exit and unto the port.

As soon as Anders had left the premises, Mr. Parker whispered to one of his bodyguards, "I want to know what the Federation is doing here. Get to it." The bodyguard immdiately nodded and made his way out as well.
21 Dec 2020, 11:00am
Boutique after boutique, after boutique, Effie and Kate strolled (in a guided missile that was confused by chaff, kind of a way), throughout the Commercial Sector of the Station, in search of some new attire and of course, a few baubles and trinkets.

"Trinkets!" laughed Kate as the two women were checking out the Jewellery quarter. She never got tired of that joke!

"Very funny" replied Effie. "How about these?" she asked her, holding up a gorgeous pair of Crystalline Spheres mounted in Gold hoops, to her ears. Kate brushed her friend's hair back and said, "Sure, very you"

"What look do you think we should we be going for tonight? Effie asked her friend.

"Well, we don't want scare the poor guy off, Eff" Kate replied, with a grin. I'm going to grab a few new T's and some Jeans, there's a retro outlet over there" she pointed across the walkway.

"Good point" Effie replied, she didn't want to make her new friend feel uncomfortable.

"Biker Chicks it is then!" The two girls giggled so loudly that the rather stiff looking floor manager in the quiet jewellery store coughed loudly and frowned sternly at them.

"Riff Raff" he thought to himself.

Effie waved her Double Gold-Pressed (with encrusted Diamond) Coutts VIP Card at him and with a rather shocked and apologetic look on his face, he hurried directly toward her like his pants were on fire, almost shoving his way through the other browsing customers to get to her ASAP.

He clicked his fingers above his head to draw the attention of his Senior Assistant (Sonja, according to her lapel badge). Looking at the card, he said, "Ms Trinket", in the slimiest tone one could imagine, "how kind of you to grace our little emporium this afternoon".

Without a word, Effie handed him the earrings she had picked out "Will there be anything else Miss?" He bowed slightly and then recovered stiffly upright as he turned and passed the earrings on to his Assistant. "Ring these up please Miss Jennings" He said, in what Effie thought was a rather unnecessarily grouchy tone.

"Tosser" thought Effie. "No, that is all thank you".

She shifted her attention over to Miss Jennings,

"That will be 27,789 Credits please Ms. Trinket" Sonja said as she scanned the card and then placed it into Effie's extended hand,

"Thank you Sonja" Effie replied with a smile. Slipping a 1,000Cr puck into Sonja's palm. "Something for you honey" Effie smiled.

The two friends turned left out onto the walkway and then right over the flying bridge, heat-seeker (this time unhindered by countermeasures), style, directly into the Rock-A-Palazza.

"Time to get serious said Kate!"

After what must have been three, maybe four hours (but what, to anyone actually bothering to note the time that passed between the two women entering the dark cavernous expanse of the coolest place on Isle 27 and the time they emerged, must have felt like days), Effie and Kate broke out of the darkness and out onto the crowded walkway.

Kate had on a pair of black skinny jeans, knee high black suede boots with what appeared to be a six inch stiletto, a black T-Shirt sporting the image of a rather large tongue protruding through bulbous red lips and a black, waist length leather jacket, which had just enough zips on it to make the casual observer wonder why anyone needed quite so many pockets!

Effie had on a tiny black leather mini-skirt, black tights that gave new meaning to the word, black and a delightful pair of black suede ankle boots (with heels like Kates, that should come with a health and safety warning), the combination of which accentuated perfectly the shape and length of her legs, all topped off with a black and white chequer board design sleeveless silk blouse worn under a loose, open hanging wrap that was apparently hand woven by the Nuns of the Order of Enblackenment in the Maghirvii System, from the wool of a single Albino Quechua Mammoth. Her outfit was topped off with the floppiest wide-brimmed black hat that Kate had ever seen.

Kate had thought to herself how ironically odd, that Nuns of Enblackenment, would chose the whitest of wool from an Albino Mammoth, only to go and turn it black! "Bonkers!" she said out loud.

"what is?" asked Effie

"Oh nothing, I was just thinking out loud"

"How do I look?" asked Effie

"Not exactly Biker!" Laughed Kate, "but good effort honey!" She chuckled. Effie smiled at her and curtsied.

Their final stop was the Nail Booth on the lower walkway. They both enjoyed a glass of beautifully chilled Champagne as their nails were attended to by the auto-polisher. Kate went for Pillar-box Red, obviously. Effie had opted for a chequered design to compliment her blouse.

"Mission accomplished!" said Effie to her friend and they strode purposefully through the crowded Commercial Sector, their synchronised movement echoing their times spent on the Catwalks in the old days back in Capitol City on Achenar 6d.

Of course, they were both completely oblivious to the commotion they were causing, as the crowds parted for them as they approached each intersection, making their way back toward the Hanger Deck.


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21 Dec 2020, 11:10pm
Robert muttered to himself as he walked through the commerce division, his red hair slicked back and his beard given a fresh trim this morning. Robert put a hand to his throat, adjusting the source of his foul mood. "Crow would get a good laugh if he could see me now... the great Commander McLaughlin, fucking monkey in a suit more like, gonna kill whoever put this suit together..."

Robert's muttering continued until he reached his destination, the local branch office of Lakon Spaceways, Robert walked towards the front door which to his confusion, failed to open. Robert looked around and then activated the buzzer next to the door, "Hello? This is Robert McDaid from Sap Corporation, I have an appointment with Mr Gilbert and Ms Parks."

There was a momentary pause before the intercom buzzed to life in answer, "The shareholders have cancelled the meeting and give their apologies, they will contact you when they are able to reschedule at a future date." Robert mouth opened and closed a few times before he answered, "why am I only hearing about this now? Why didn't either of them contact me yesterday, did something happ..."

Robert's sentence trailed off as he put the pieces together, "Everything was fine yesterday afternoon, they seemed eager to meet, so something happened between then and now to spook them into cancelling at the last minute." Robert's face darkened as he made the connection, "Something like a Federal fleet appearing and mooring outside the station."

Robert's brain went into overdrive, "Am I compromised? No way, my cover is rock solid. Did they find out about the meeting with Lakon? If the leak came from anywhere it was within Lakon, Feds certainly seem to have an unhealthy interest in Lakon these days..."

Robert gritted his teeth as he mulled over the possibilities, "It might genuinely be a coincidence but even if it is that could have been enough to spook the shareholders and get them to go to ground. At least until the fleet leaves" Robert clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, "Who knows how long that'll take?! They could be here for a day or a month. I'm supposed to be heading back out to Coalsack by the end of the week."

"Sir are you still th..."

Robert didn't bother answering as he turned and left, making his way back to the docks. Robert sighed to himself as he typed some numbers into his comms device, "Civilians always want to play it safe, always want to avoid the problem..."

The man adopted a thin smile as he walked, "Unfortunately, I don't have the luxury of playing it safe, you don't want to meet? Fine. Gerry removed his bowtie and undid the front buttons of his suit jacket, I tried doing it your way." Gerry tested to see that he had easy access to his sidearm.

"Now I'm going to show you how the Sap Core Legion conducts business."
22 Dec 2020, 12:56am
JB sat in a grotty little speakeasy down in The Warrens.

The array of scumbags you'd expect littered the other tables and millennium-old Reggae played from a speaker behind the bar.

JB had been enquiring about the Federation presence around the station when a burly man was let in through the door. He looked around the room then, upon seeing JB, strode over to his table.

JB knew who he was. Akers, right-hand man to one of the Bosses of a neighbouring faction back home.

"Threepwood, I'd heard you was on the station, I've been looking everywhere for you."

JB got on well with Akers and the faction he represented. They'd had a ceasefire in place for years and did huge amounts of business together. Jamaica Inn bought most of their weapons from them.

"What's up, Akers?" asked JB as he took a glug of his beer.

"The Boss, he was here for the Lakon meeting and things went up the wall. He's pissed off some of the other Federation bigwigs, their tearing the station apart looking for him... they've blockaded the entrance so our 'Conda is pretty much grounded."

JB knew where this was going... but still asked, "Where's this going?"

"We need you to get him out of here, run him home." JB could tell by the expression on his face that this was a last resort.

"No can do," JB replied, "I'm in the middle of something right now."

"The Boss is desperate... you've gotta do this."

"Nah, mate," JB raised his palms, "Do you know what I've got waiting for me in the docks? A solid 10, mate. I don't mean a hot 6 after a 3 month stretch. Solid 10. She's got three foot of leg from grass to ass and her body is as tight as a drum. If you think I'm turning my back on that for a couple of days having Barboni stink up one of my cabins... you've gone Geronimo, mate."

"You? A ten?" asked Akers. "You pulling my pisser? How'd you get a ten? You've got a face like a carpenter's thumb. A ten? She trying to make someone angry or something?"

"If she is then I'm cashing in," JB replied, ignoring the insult.

Akers looked at him. Desperation growing across his face.

"JB, you know I wouldn't ask unless it was important. We get him home and he can sort it out from there but, out here, we're fucked."

JB thought about Effie. Things were going well, a couple of days away on a job and she'd probably come to her senses. Even if she wasn't as hot as she was, he liked being around her anyway.

"Please, JB... don't make me beg, mate. He's a dead man if he stays here. How long have we been friends?"

JB clenched his teeth. As much as he wanted to say no, his responsibilities had to come first.

"This is gonna cost him next time we renegotiate prices," JB conceded.

"And more, kid," Akers added, visibly relieved.

"Let's just hope you aren't fucking things up for me, Akers."

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