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.
04 Oct 2020, 7:31pm
-"I'm down for it. I'll gladly wisk away credits from under your hesitant pilots' noses... and I know how to cover my tracks, if that is your concern."

Pilot responded, and upon finishing the sentence, he gave out a reassuring nod.

-"You want proof? Here is is. Look here. I'm still alive."

This time, there was no irony audible in pilot's voice, and surely, no smile was to be found on his scarred face. Batu was still comfortably unfolded in his chair, smoking. His interlocutor finally began to understand what aura was the person sitting just right across his table projecting, or trying to project. Stranger's posture was not of defiance, but of confidence, and right now, he was conducting himself as proffesionally as a man of his bizzare stature and past could.

-"Funny, I didn't expect you to handle someone elses' dung. Thought you're drowning in cesspool of bubble politics of your own making."
04 Oct 2020, 11:23pm
"Drowning?" JB asked rhetorically as he spotted that they'd got through half the rum in the bottle. "Nah, mate,, the faction I represent are small but we're growing. The truth is that growth needs funding... the jobs I get help pay for the political side of our organisation."

JB saw Batu's glass was getting low so he topped both of their drinks up.

"As for handling dung? Well... my hands are already dirty. Grabbing the shitty end of the stick makes no difference to me. The team back home are relying on me, they've got their work, I've got mine."

This was true. A lot of the faction's pilots were tied-up in focusing on the political concerns of the group. JB had unwillingly fell into the roles of negotiator, torturer, recruiter... dung shoveler? He saw himself as a good guy at heart, he hoped the faction back home saw him as some kind of hero, but deep down he knew Batu was probably right... and nobody wants to hug the guy who swims around in shit all day.

"Ok, tough guy," JB smiled, "So being alive is the very minimum I'm looking for in a pilot... so what other skills do you have? In an ideal world what would you like to be doing?"
13 Oct 2020, 8:43pm
-"What would I be doing in an ideal world? Luckily for you I was there, once. I can give you first hand report."

Batu gorged himself with another quick shot of the drink, and began accepting the fact that he might be forced to stay on the station for a bit longer than he had planned.

-"Ha! Nothing. I didn't have to. Why? Simple. I had servants attending my every need. Hell, I could take every substance I wished, and bed any woman I wanted. Every-bloody-night. How did I get there? Busting freighters open, that's number one. Knowing where and how to fence gained trophies is the number two. Number three would be the ability to please the son of a bitch on the top of the food chain. That means killing things, either quietly, the federal style, or in a overblown dick-measuring contest spectated by a whole planet. Sounds like haven? Well, the pun is, I didn't really have a choice...

Pilot, yet again lost in his thoughts, laughed, and shook his head in disbelief. His eyes were now pinned on an empty glass in his hand. After a quick moment of sobering up, he was ready to look into the smuggler's eyes again.

-"Anyway, This are my skills, and these are all my skills. That's who I am and what I did. Need something specific on my paper? Type down combat, piracy, smuggling, assasination..."
13 Oct 2020, 11:15pm
JB nodded.

"Good enough for me. Asking people to kill for us isn't something we really lean towards... our clients know we're shifty bastards but we're not assassins. If we need to kill for our own reasons then we're happy to roll up our sleeves and keep it in-house."

Batu had obviously been through stuff in his past... but that was good for JB. His organisation needed people who'd faced some of the tough realities out there. Plus, his crew wouldn't want to be surrounded by some greenhorn "pebble-pusher", sitting in a pristine Anaconda that still had it's hardpoints in their wrapper.

JB picked the important pieces of information out of his responses; Batu was motivated by money, he could keep things under the radar and he knew how to get the job done. The fact that he could blend into a shithole like Uncle Stinky's Diner helped too. JB didn't need some hothead who'd draw attention or some new kid who's arse would go when surrounded by this type of scum.

"I've got a job for you then, mate. Pays well but shouldn't be too tricky for someone with your skill set. Straight forward smuggling run. There's a coup forming at our client's location, we just need you to pick up 60 tonnes of guns from some of our Communist friends and take them on a 5-hop trip to the client. Might seem a little pedestrian but you're new to us."

"Info's all in this ring, if you accept we pay you 5 mil in advance, another 5 once it's done."

JB took a ring from his pocket and showed it Batu, the small black disk on top clicked open to reveal a small compartment with a data-chip in. With another click he closed it.

"So... you in, brother?"
14 Oct 2020, 6:39pm
Pilot took a long last puff before reaching for an ash tray. After he was done putting out his half-finished cigarette, he then proceeded to carefully roll up a left arm sleeve of his shirt, revealing an unusual device hidden underneath it. Strangely enough, it booted up instantly, and turned out to be a simple personal terminal, equipped with a holographic interface.

To the smuggler's surprise, a device, just before displaying it's system's home screen, for a brief moment flashed an image, a logo of sorts. It's composition represented two human hands, reaching out to grasp what seemed to look like a ball of fire. Oddly enough, there was no message accompanying it. No label, no maxima, not even a welcome phrase. J.B couldn't recall any organisation that would use such bizzare symbolysm, and didn't recall Batu mentioning anything that he was part of any group either ... well, with exception of the Twin Lotus. The Consortium, however, was an assemble under the imperial patronage. In that case, shouldn't they be using the official imperial insignia? On the other hand, the system visibly looked custom-made. That symbol, or logo, or whatever it really was, could easely have been a signature of it's creator, or creators, who, for the reasons known only to them, decided on not using an alias to represent themselves.

Batu took the data disc from the smuggler's hand, and inserted it into his device. Wall of text appeared on the holoscreen instantly, and the pilot began reading trough the given details of proposed assignment, without any expression on his face. Finally after a solid minute has passed, when Batu was sure that his new aqquitance did not intent on sending him to Colonia, nor the munitions did not pose any radiological threat to his ship, he was ready to give his answer.

-"Deal."
14 Oct 2020, 11:20pm
JB smiled.

"Good to have you onboard, mate," he exclaimed as he automatically refilled the two glasses. "I can see this being the start of something pretty damned cool. You'll see there's a contact on that chip, message your account details and they'll put the money straight in."

JB was glad to have another pilot like Batu on the books. After he'd gone "Nomad" to start recruiting for his organisation, JB was glad for every skilled pilot he could subcontract work out to.

"To the future," toasted JB as he raised his glass to Batu, hoping he'd do the same to seal the deal... then, gambling that he'd judged Batu's accent correctly, he added, "Na zdrowie."


Last edit: 15 Oct 2020, 6:12pm
19 Oct 2020, 1:59pm
Rex was impressed, she'd read him perfectly... almost!

"Rich is over-rated, trust me!" he intoned, "but you're right, I do have a Sidewinder and the paint IS still fairly clean. I just want to make enough to upgrade to a bigger ship and go where life takes me"

He considered her last question carefully. He could say yes and it would only be a small exaggeration.

"I've got a few hours in a sim, but I think I could handle it", he said truthfully.

He thought back to the weekend at the academy when he and Marc had decided to see what a bigger ship could do.
They booked 3 hours in the sim and had both found it fairly easy, possibly moreso than the Sidewinder.

"Where are you taking me?", he asked her, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.
19 Oct 2020, 4:57pm
Descartes made her way  towards a less well known area of Citi Gateway, past Uncle Stinky's Diner, and down a narrow easily-overlooked alleyway.


"Don't worry, it's not as bad as it looks." she lied.  "How about a few days off-station, long enough for this place to return to normal?"


Without waiting for his reply, she knocked a small metal plate in the middle of a blue door. 'Couture Suits'.  The door opened, they walked in "Just need to collect something first."

A small grey-haired woman ignored the young pilot and ushered Descartes into a back room, helped her out of the turncoat jacket, sat her down, and helped her of her boots and pants. "Off." It was the only thing she said, pointing at Descartes 'suit.

Self-conciously Descartes did as she was told and stood there waiting. The woman gave her a hot scented towel. Descartes refreshed herself, took the proffered new 'suit and squeezed herself into it.  Light as a feather on a moon, it was  far less bulky than anything she had worn before.

Descartes looked at herself in a full-length mirror. A perfect fit, worth every last dollar. Guaranteed to meet the highest safety standards, despite its look.

She pulled on her outdoor clothes and left, trailing her companion in her wake.

"Well, ready to fly?" she asked.


Last edit: 19 Oct 2020, 5:36pm
19 Oct 2020, 9:28pm
As he watched her disappear into a back room, Rex began to reflect on the events of the evening,

Just a short while ago he was in a bar considering his next move, and now here he was trailing after somebody he'd never even seen before today, considering heading off-station with her.

He thought back to his academy combat training... "Even under pressure, remain calm and remember what you learned here"

Well, it wasn't combat but he certainly needed to remain calm.

He'd wanted adventure, and here was an opportunity.

As she came back out, looking a bit pinker in the face, she walked past him to the door.

"Ready to fly?" she asked

Rex followed her out, having made his decision.

"Just lead the way!"
20 Oct 2020, 12:07pm
"Don't walk behind me like a puppy." Descartes  said. Without thinking. 'Damn, I'm out of practice with my social skills. Note to self: work on your 5th chakra.'

She turned to wait for him. He was close enough to smell his breath. Faint but unmistakeable - animal products.  This called for a little tact.



(from the Galactic Bar). . .

'There were emergency sirens in the distance and an emergency broadcast playing on every display.'

"This is an automated broadcast: Security personnel are responding to a security threat. This station is currently under lockdown. Do not interfere with Internal security personnel."


"Not today it seems!" she said, "So, Officer Academy? isn't that where they teach you never turn down the opportunity to eat or sleep?"


Descartes looked at him more closely for the first time in nearly-natural light. Very well groomed, and good looking despite his immaturity. She smiled.

"I know a place. You're just about tidy enough."
20 Oct 2020, 4:53pm
He shot her a grin

"Gee thanks!", he said with a hint of sarcasm

"Tell me something, are you always this bossy or is it because you see me as a kid? I covered your butt when you ran out of that bar in case they were shooting runners. You're welcome"

One thing boarding school had taught Rex was how to stand up for himself. He preferred to be passive but when the need arose he could hold his ground.
20 Oct 2020, 5:58pm
"Assertive not bossy. " She ignored the kid question. "You took a risk back there: Thankyou for looking after my butt. I owe you. I always pay my debts." She considered her next question. "You have any place to sleep tonight?

Descartes spotted the place she was looking for. "Would you like to eat here?" It was an on-street vendor offering two choices, stir fried vegetables or nothing.
20 Oct 2020, 10:21pm
"you say tomayto.." he said in jest.

"You owe me nothing, you'd have done the same for me. Let's eat, I could use some healthy food like this instead of the roadkill burgers at that bar!"

He remembered his plans for the evening, which were probably not going to happen now.

"I was about to head back to my ship and plot my route for tomorrow, then go for a run and sleep on board. I like to get an early start when I'm working"

Before she could argue he held his wrist computer up to the vendor's payment terminal and heard the "beep" as the credits left his account.

"This one's on me", he said "assertively"
21 Oct 2020, 1:16pm
Descartes smiled.

"Citi Gateway's not as safe as it used to be. Trouble here a few weeks ago. My ship was impounded a few days." She didn't elaborate. "I'm always ready to make a quick exit: there's not always a handsome gallant young pilot to watch my butt.."

She took the offered food. "Thank you.  Might not be able to get to your ship, depends where you left it. Let your next contract lapse if it's time limited: don't abandon it, that way it won't cost you anything unless you already loaded the cargo."

"My ship's in freeport, no access problems, won't be able to leave 'till this lockdown is over."

Descartes made a hasty decision and offered to let him him sleep on her ship. It wasn't something she would do lightly. An aversion to dirt or bugs on board made her very careful. But now they had time to kill. Maybe shopping!
21 Oct 2020, 5:36pm
"My ship's safe enough, it's been in the shop for some new kit to be installed. No worries about contracts, I don't have one. I'm exploring and selling my data as I go"

He looked her in the eye so she knew he was being sincere as he continued.

"I appreciate the offer of a place to stay, but first I need to pick a few things up. OK if we hit the market so I can get some clean clothes? Maybe even a jug of Lavian Brandy to keep us warm?"

It would eat into his profits but so what! It wasn't every day a pretty girl invited him on board... in fact up til now it wasn't ANY day!
He also needed a shower. The personal care facilities on a Sidey were "adequate" at best.

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