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 Dec 2020, 5:33pm
Gerry made his way through the habitation complex, en route he had received fresh news of the Lakon's Board of directors being flipped by the Feds. The man came to a halt in front of his first stop, the apartment of Adrian Gilbert, a man native to the Alliance system of Meldreth whose business lay in...

"None of that matters, all that matters is that he he's holding Billions of shares with Lakon, and I can't let Core Dynamics get their hands on them." Gerry had scoped out the man's residence earlier and it seemed he was currently on an excursion in a neighbouring system, which presented Gerry with a window to bug his apartment.

The door's security crumbled under the brute force of Gerry's custom datapad, running modified hatchbreaker software. The apartment was a cut above that usually available to pilots seeking a layover but it bore no additional security, "sloppy" Gerry tutted to himself as he searched the bedroom for datapads, comm devices and the like until he eventually found one stashed in a safe in the closet, which proved no match for Gerry's door breaker.

Gerry linked it to his own datapad and spoke in a low voice into his earpiece, "You're connected, get cracking." The sounds of a scraping chair could be heard as a woman's voice came through the other end, "Alright, give me a minute. In the meantime have a look for any other devices we can rummage through."

"Copy that," Gerry did another quick once over of the apartment but found nothing else worth mentioning, After a very long ten minutes his ear piece came to life, "I've had a look but you aren't going to like it." Gerry narrowed his eyes as he listened for movement in the hallway, "Lay it on me Eve, why'd Adrian stand me up?"

"Core Dynamics have made an offer, one we have no chance of matching which he has accepted. They've told him they will be sending someone over to finalise the sale of the shares the day after tomorrow." Eve paused for a moment, allowing that sink in with Gerry, "It appears that Ms Parks has refused to sell her shares to *anyone* and from the communications between the Feds and Gilbert they plan to eliminate her."

Gerry exhaled through his nose as he sat on a chair in the corner of the room, "Send word to Station Security, and have her taken into protective custody immediately, Members of the local APD garrison will be along to escort her to safety, she's an Alliance citizen, we have the right."

"Alright, but what are you going to do?" Eve asked.

Gerry withdrew his sidearm from his jacket as he turned off the lights in the apartment and positioned himself in the chair in the corner of the room, which was positioned in such a way that he could only be seen once one had entered the centre of the room. "I'm going to welcome Mr Gilbert home of course." Gerry said with a smile that failed to reach his eyes, which were cold and full of malice.
23 Dec 2020, 12:42am
Panza was sat in small room, in a back alley lodging, in a dark part of The Warrens.

The lodging belonged to a friend of his organisation. The friend was asleep in his room.

On the sofa in the small room was faction leader Oscar Barboni.

He was wanted by several Federal Admirals who were tearing the station apart looking for him.

Panza was sat by the door, pistol ready, making sure that nobody came for Barboni.

[PING] was the message that popped up on his Comms unit.

[I'm at the corner of Arley and 6th street] Panza replied.

He'd learnt the types of codes that the gang used for different jobs in case they were being surveilled; Arley means your passenger is safe and the street number is the time you'll get them to their destination.

With Barboni safe for now, he'd keep an eye on him until tomorrow morning and get him ready for departure on The Cuckoo for 06:00hrs.
23 Dec 2020, 3:14am
Adrian Gilbert was sweating profusely as he puched in the code to his apartment door, he was an overweight man with a bald head and a mustache which curled at each end, his suit was wrinkled and his shirt had sweat patches at his armpits, the man had walked swiftly from the docks to his apartment.

"These Feds have any idea what kind of a hornet's nest they've stirred up, arriving like this?! They told me someone from Core Dynamics would escort me to Sol, they didn't say a whole fucking battlegroup would moor outside the station!" Adrian muttered these thoughts to himself as he closed and locked the door behind him, making his way to the bed, taking off his suit jacket and laying it on the bed.

"I think that the Feds are the least of your problems at the moment Mr Gilbert." Adrian jumped in fright, his hand reaching for the sidearm he had holstered against his side, "If you have any brains left you'll take that thing slowly out of it's holster and throw it on the bed." Adrian froze before slowly turning his head towards the source of the voice, "I didn't say look over here, now close your eyes and don't open them unless I tell you to, understand?"

Adrian squeezed his eyes shut and nodded vigorously, tossing the gun on the bed, "I'll do.."

"Shut the fuck up, from now on you aren't to open your mouth or speak. I'm going to ask questions and you're either going to nod for yes and shake your head for no, you understand?" The man's voice was cold and monotone, as if he was discussing mundane business matters.

Adrian slowly nodded his head, silently sobbing to himself. "Good, are you expecting anyone to come along? Think carefully now because if you say no and your wife or your little girl comes knocking they're going to eat a beam to the chest."
Adrian shook his head, "Have you signed the shares over to Core Dynamics yet?" Adrian shook his head, "Th..." Adrian felt an intense heat flash across the left side of his face, the end of his mustache was singed off and his skin felt like it was on fire, Adrian dropped to the floor screaming in pain.

The man's voice came to him from the darkness, his tone that of chastising a child, "I told you not to speak Adrian, now look what's happened." The man's voice took on a cold tone again, this time tinged with anger, "Now get up and stand straight, quit crying unless you want me to even out your mustache."

Adrian got off his knees and stood up straight, the man continued, "Next question, is Tina Parks still alive?" Gilbert hesitated before slowly nodding, the man noted his hesitation and pondered for a moment before speaking, "I'm going to let you talk for a little bit, you raise your voice or get too loud, you die. Understand?"

"Yes", Adrian whispered, the word coming out strangled from a combination of fear and pain. "You hesitated when I asked about Tina Parks. Why?" Adrian paused for a moment, the man noted this and stated, "If you're pausing it better be because you're making your statement as accurate as possible, I don't like being lied to Adrian."

Adrian panicked, his answer coming out in a whisper, "I don't know where she is, last I knew she was fleeing to the Warren's to ask Barboni for shelter." Adrian heard the man lean forward in his seat, his voice taking on an urgent note now;

"Tell me everything you know about this "Barboni" and where to find him."
23 Dec 2020, 5:59pm
Gerry noted down the details of Barboni's known haunts and hideouts. The man before him, Adrian Gilbert was proving very cooperative in the face of imminent death. It seemed he would have to pay this Barboni a visit, station security had been scouring the station trying to find Parks but had so far turned up nothing.

"So either she's no longer on the station, in which case she's a lost cause. Or she's in the Warren's somewhere, probably in a Barboni safe house if not with the man himself..." Gerry sighed as he checked the barrel of his weapon for any melting or damage, Adrian still stood in the middle of the room, eyes squeezed shut and shaking like a leaf.

"Time to wrap this up I think," gerry thought to himself as he spoke to Adrian, "Alright, open your eyes and turn to face me." Adrian turned towards him and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he recognised "Robert". "You know... if it had just been a matter of you selling your bonds to the Feds I would have just twisted your arm a bit and strong armed you into selling to Sap Corp..."

Gerry scratched his beard with his left hand, keeping his weapon trained on Adrian, "But conspiring with the Federation to murder a fellow citizen of the Alliance? Simple greed is deplorable but you are in a different league." Gerry scowled as he continued, "You are a disgrace to your homeworld and the Alliance, you know how many of my friends are dead? Protecting people like you from genocidal alien monsters and machines you couldn't dream up in your worst nightmares."

The man fell to his knees, "Pl-please, name your price I-I have money, you can have all the shares for nothing, I'll sign them over to you..." Gerry rose to his feet, pointing his weapon down at the grovelling man, "Some things aren't for sale scum." The man screamed covering his head with his hands.

"Long live the Alliance."

The man's screams were abruptly cut off by a series of muffled energy discharges, shortly afterwards Gerry left the apartment, making his way towards the Warren's. "We could have talked and laughed over Heike tea, why does it have to turn out like this?" These thoughts were in the back of Gerry's mind as he walked onwards, not once looking back.
24 Dec 2020, 3:09pm
Panza looked up at the clock in the small room of the lodgings.

It was getting closer to their departure time. If they left now he'd have time to safetly get Barboni through the station and to the docks without having to hang around in the open.

Panza stood up, gun still drawn, and made his way to the bolted door.

"Right then, Mr Barboni, let's get you off station."
01 Jan 2021, 10:41am
The new Gunship that Effie and Kate had ordered (The Rocinante), had just arrived on Station, all gleaming in its shiny newness.

“Right” said Effie, “This new ship is only lacking in one area”

“What’s that, Eff?” Replied Kate. “We A-Rated it on the order specs already!”

“We need new flight suits to match the Rocinante’s paint job!” Laughed Effie, always excited at the prospect of new clothes! “Let’s hit the stores!”

“Now that explains why you didn’t go for the usual Black!” Kate said with a grin, “you wanted an excuse to refresh your wardrobe, again!

The two women laughed as they exited the Dock and headed into the Commerce sector.


Last edit: 07 Jan 2021, 9:38am
02 Jan 2021, 11:16pm
As the two women entered the outfitters, Kate turned to Effie and said in a rather unusually serious tone, "I'm not wearing yellow!"

"What's wrong with yellow?" Replied Effie

"Look" said Kate, "Just because you thought it would be funny to order a Gunship in Canary yellow so that it looks like Thundebird frackin 4, doesn't mean that yellow is an appropriate colour for a flight suit!"

Effie burst out laughing, "Well lets go with black then, but I want yellow accents at least!" Turning to the back of the store, she darted toward a pair of thigh high yellow patent leather boots

"Oh no, you've got to be kidding me!" Sighed Kate. "I think you've gone bonkers. Ever since that JB fella turned your head!"

As her friend sat on the small chair on the shop floor and pulled the boots on and stood, pulling the shiny zippers the way up, Kate said, "Oh WOW! You just may be onto something, Effie!" She turned to face the store clerk and asked, "do you have these in a size five?"

Meanwhile, Effie was eying up a black and yellow one piece flight suit...
09 Jan 2021, 10:20pm
The Elysium Corporation has had a very long history in the system of Yembo. Naddodur Terminal has been their High Tech Hub for almost five years. The company holds several innovative Patents and is widely known to be working with the Data Scientists of the SimGurus Utopia while at the same time maintaining cordial relations with the other Powers that border the Sector.

A period of investment is currently planned for acquisitions in uncontested space and the Corporation is considering the sale of certain very desirable assets.

Rare Goods are well known through out the Bubble. Perhaps the most famous is Lavian Brandy. Some Rares however are not viewed as so acceptable as the famous distilled wine of Lave. Some Rare Goods are in fact considered illegal in their own home systems which effectively shuts down the production. These Persecuted Rare Goods are therefore unobtainable unless the System suffers a regime change, which often means tackling a large and dedicated group of Commanders who may be very motivated to keep the system.

Pavonis Ear Grubs, Borasetani Pathogenics, Wolf Fesh and Gilya Signature Weapons are four such unobtainable Rare Goods. Currently it is impossible to gather these items.

The Elysium Corporation has one ton of each of these in its possession and is open to offers for the sale of them.

Asset register

Interested parties may include those who wish to ensure the very last ton of Ear Grubs is destroyed. Dictatorial Regimes who wish to instil dread into their enemies with the incurable Pathogens, Psychonauts who want to throw one last Fesh fuelled party and of course those who consider themselves famous enough for a weapon to carve their names into the people they kill.

As this is a speculative auction there is no reserve price however the Corporation reserves the right to render the Auction void. Given the unique nature of these Rare Goods it is expected that figures below 100 Million per ton will not be considered. It should be noted that the Director holds a paticular affection for the Gilya Signature Weapon and would need a very handsome bid indeed to part with it.

The Elysium Corporation wishes you all well and would like to remind anyone upset by the illegal nature of these goods that Profit is not a dirty word and it is considered that the Public interest outweighs moral concerns.

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17 Jan 2021, 5:23am
"Citi Gateway welcomes you to our Entertainment District." the robotic anouncer chimes as the lift slows to a stop.

The doors open to a neon-lit common area that streatched out over a wide area. Smells of exotic food and drink wafted through the air, mixed with the joyus sounds of laughter and talking. Exiting the lift, the hooded man looks left and right, surveying his surroundings and taking note of the people. He made observations of the people passing by as well as the people occupying the various resteraunts and bars. He nods very slightly before choosing a direction and walks effortlessly through the crowd. His shorter stature allows the hooded man to blend in with other people looking for food or other ways to spend their credits.

Jubei Himura had once frequented the sections of Citi Gateway often. It was a good place to get information on people who didn't want to be found. That seemed almost a lifetime ago. Old friends and foes that had long passed would meet in the clubs here and drink. Sometimes you'd find a pirate queen with her large body guard, a smooth bounty hunter fawning over the one who got away, or an entrapanural woman just trying to make life better for those who are looked down upon.

That was then, and this is now. Jubei scoffs in his head as he tugs on his hood. Dispite himself, Jubei was here for very much the same thing: information. He knew were to get it, and he knew that going there directly may give away his intentions. Thus, he chooses to stop into a local cafe hosting a live band, and order a special cup of coffee.

The Imperial pays for the cup of java and takes off his hood before asking the barista, "Say, there used to be a nice place for... entertainment, near the end of the district. Is it still there?"

"I... uh... you mean the place with private entertainment?" the barista's face flushes a light shade of red.

"Yeah."

"It's... it's still there." he replies, clearing his throat. "Not that I would know personall-"

"I don't care." Jubei cuts off the barista, having his hand and walking away. He spots an empy table and sits down to enjoy his coffee and the rhythmic jazz from the band.

I know the bounce point data takes precidence, but going there and asking around isn't gonna do any harm.
23 Jan 2021, 11:50am
Suki wanders aimlessly through the unusually crowded malls of Citi Gateway's entertainment district. She hears the sound of jazz music from somewhere up ahead, a solo saxophone playing a jaunty tune. Attracted by the music, Suki quickens her pace to locate its source.

The saxophone is joined by a rapidly tinkling keyboard, the notes of the two instruments weaving in harmonious competition. Then a clarinet joins in, and the music becomes even more complex and joyous.

Presently Suki discovers that the music is being played by a live band in a cafe. Stepping into the establishment, Suki sees that most of the tables in the cafe are occupied. Some of the patrons are clearly jazz afficionados, while others, indifferent to the music, are the usual mix of station inhabitants and visiting pilots taking a break.

The music stops, and the jazz afficionados applaud warmly. Suki smiles and turns to leave the cafe.
23 Jan 2021, 1:18pm
Azrael gustinly settled down on a landing pad of Citi Gateway number 33. Sluggishness of the ship had an obvious explaination. The captured Dropship was filled to the brim with ill gotten goods... To the brim, minus the space for the twelve life support canisters he had collected, and given away to the commander Akiya Mura, a loss of payload capacity Batu couldn't get over with...

Rumors concerning her turned out to be false. She was no agent, and a slave she run away with was just her crush. There was no conscpiracy here, and there's no story to be told. The freedman was just a young, fresh graduate of the flight academy, taking her first steps among the stars. Pimp, whose "property" she insolently stole, offered a bounty on her so low it barerly covered the costs of the trip, and the bait he had prepared. Taking her down was just not worth the hassle. Not for someone like that lowlife, no. Bad news was, the whole ordeal meant that the human trafficking ring, operating somewhere in the LHS 1918 system, will remain unchallenged for the time being.

But then again, it was not his problem.

What's on the "to do" list? Finding a buyer, of course. Nothing too challenging, Batu was resourcefull afterall. Besides, he could have sworn he saw The Cuckoo, a black Keelback, a perfecty tailored suit of her wearer, J.B. Threepwood, latched just a few pads away from Azrael. Getting in touch with someone with alredy established reputation would make things a hell lot easier, in comparison to dealing with many hotshots, or opportunists present in the back alleys of this facility.

It's been a long flight however, and he started to feel it in his back. It was a time to unfasten the seat belts, get something to eat. Grab a drink maybe, or two...

Something, however, caught Batu's attention as he maundered the entertainment disctrict's many alleys. At first, he couldn't believe his eyes, maybe he imagined things, but no! There he was, a face too familiar to be true. Jubei Himura, a major figure among Imperial Inquisitors, just sitting there in a minor jazz lounge like an ordinary mortal, emjoying his java like there was no tommorow. Batu, weather he liked it or not, had the values of the Khanate deeply installed in his soul. Part of him admired, or at least respected him. Jubei was someone even the uncomprehensively rich and powerfull figures withn upper echelons of Imperial society feared. When he threatened to fill someone up weith led, he meaned it, and there were bodies pilled up alredy to proove his point. There were no leaders he followed. Instead, he lectured others on what to follow. Jubei charged head on to change the world, and this made him the target of a many dangerous men, yet... he didn't care. In short, He was a good warrior.

Warrior... a word so obsolete among the stellar societies, it became absolutely meningless.

Other things have lost their priorities now. Obviously, inquisitor's presence was not accidental, it never is. Something big was going on, and Batu did not want to miss a thing. Rumors of his alledged disappearence made things only more spicey. He was ready to bet his head that someone might pay a fat sum for any information regarding that persona ... Hell, maybe even more for his apprehension.

Storming in the cafe just to shake the man's hand would obviously just put his potential pray on hight alert, thus, he decided against it. Batu leaned his back against the wall, hands crossed, and proceeded to watch the lounge, trying to look as uninterested as he could.
24 Jan 2021, 12:33am
Continued from The Docks Creamys' Tea

Shaking his head in disbelief, Thade watched Creamy leave the little Tea and Cake stall. The man had started singing to himself again. There was no need to keep an eye on his target because Thade had read his time table off Creamy’s own slate. He went to the nearest interstellar coms unit and ran the masking program before syncing his own slate to the device and waited for whoever was on duty to answer.

“Yeah, it’s Thade. Give me Vodan”

The man on coms for the raider carrier, Anansi, informed Thade that Vodan was priming his attack for the principle target but the Bosun was on board.

“Thade my boy, have you something worthwhile to report?” Asked the Bosun in his strained imperial accent.

“Mr Fibuli, what are you doing on the Anansi?” Asked Thade knowing that using the Bosun’s name would turn his key.

“That’s bosun to you ya one-legged twat. Now have you got something or are you just calling to give me ball-ache?”

Laughing a little before he answered Thade got down to business. The Bosun had no place in a raider fleet at all, but for some reason Master Vengerfield kept the skinny officious little form-filler around. Vengerfield even liked him in a way. No one that went to serve Master Vengerfield personally usually lived beyond a week in his presence. Mr Fibuli had served him for years.

“All right all right don’t bust a vessel Bosun, and yes I got something for you. I’m on the fop, Goodness; Vodan was right he did come back to Citi Gateway”

It hurt Thade to give Vodan any credit, but he had made a good call having someone stay behind in case one of them came back. Vodan hadn’t had much luck on this job so far; both Thade and his wing mate Dyson, had a feeling they risked being killed alongside Vodan if the man made another miss-step. Vengerfield didn’t give many chances and both of them wanted to distance themselves from Vodan.  It was hard to imagine any of the targets would have been dumb enough to come back to Citi, but Creamy was a very special case.

“Well bloody hell, what a moron. Is Doctor Nymei with him?”

Hearing the Bosun mention her name made the end of his leg itch. Doctor Nerys Nymei had blown Thades’ leg off at the knee with Vodan’s own gun back on Hauser's Reach. If she was here, only fear of Vengerfields’ anger would stop Thade from killing her slowly. His cybernetic leg twitched and Thade concentrated on relaxing it before he continued.

“No, I think he’s alone. By the look of his travel log, he’s been away from them for quite some time. He’s been jumping around all over the bubble booking acts for some show” There was silence on the other end of the coms “Bosun, ya there?”

“Did you say booking acts for a fucking show?” asked the Bosun in disbelief.

“Yep”

“Acts, like performers. Singing and dancing and shit?… For a show?

“Yep”

“How the fuck do you know all that? You hack his ship? I didn’t think you could do that. That was Dysons’ area”

“Didn’t need to Bosun. I read it off his slate, over his shoulder, while he was having a cup of tea, a slice of cake, and a scone”

There was another pause before the Bosan talked again. He sounded agitated.

“You were that close to him? What if he saw you? You know the master won’t stand for another fuck up on this job”

“Bosun you’re cursing a lot, that’s not like you. Breathe a bit my dude. Look, the guy was havin a brew, doing some homework on his slate in public. He was scrolling through his ship modules booking upgrades. Then he reviewed his auditions, including where he was when he reviewed the acts; then he looked into one more performer, a frontman called Benny Cosmo that’s currently on Irrational Exuberance. That’s where he’s going after he’s had his steam room redesigned. I recorded the lot”

There was a sound very much like a skinny man falling into a chair on the end of the coms.

“Yep, he’s having his ships interior redecorated and a new paint job, that’s it. His ship, a Dolphin by the way, isn’t even armed” said Thade in a monotone.

“But..  If.. You were spotted” stammered the Bosun.

“Goodness started singing..” interrupted Thade “..while I moved to get a better view of his slate. After I got everything, and I mean everything, I walked by him twice to see if he recognised me. He didn’t even look up. I dropped a cred-stick on his table as I walked out, and I had to walk real slow to let him spot me. I looked him dead in the eye and complimented his singing. He didn’t even blink. Now I truly understand the phrase ‘The lights are on but no one's home’. The guy is completely oblivious.  .. But man has he got some pipes, I mean he really can sing. Shame he’s a guy, if he was a bird I’d cage that and it could sing for our Master”

Thade wasn’t surprised he had to wait for the Bosun to say something. The poor man had a lot to absorb. What the Bosun said next proved he had rallied and was back to his stuffy self.

“Right, don’t take him there; Citi is too hot after all that commotion last time. Take him on the way to Irrational Exuberance. Give me his ship specs and I’ll calculate the best spots to interdict along his probable routs”

“Nope, his ship is a pleasure cruiser build for jumping. If I threw insults at it, we’d risk catastrophic hull breach. Besides, the guy is good at evasive flying. If we missed the interdiction, there’s a good chance we’d lose him all together. Exuberance is our best bet to pin him down Bosun”

“Alright then Thade, I’ll send some men over there and have.. .”

“NO! This idiot is mine. Goodness has shit on us twice under Vodans’ watch and I can’t believe the idiot managed it once now I’ve watched him”

The Bosun smiled to himself. The shadow of Vengerfield did tend to encourage his people to try harder if they were lucky enough to have a next time, and Vodan was on his third next time. It was wise of Thade to try and make a good impression while Vodan was busy elsewhere.

“As you wish Thade. What’s your plan?”

“Ok, first I’m gonna need a ship with some range. Send me one of the Macaroeris class Phantoms and a Wolf class Asp X support ship. I need to get my FDL Trapdoor back to the Anansi and that things got no fuel scoop”

Thade took a moment to go over his idea in his head looking for blind spots. There was a good few hours before Creamys’ ship would be ready to launch, so he had time to ponder.

“You can send some people to Irrational Exuberance, but I want guys with brains that don’t think growling at people is normal. Have um bring the usual hostage junk, and book a good room to hold Creamy while we find a clear path to the ship. They should also find out what they can about this Benny Cosmo guy in case we lose track of Goodness”

“Very well Thade, I think we can manage that with due haste. Anything else?” said the Bosun, pleased that Thade seemed to be thinking about the task seriously.

“Yeah, forward me some credits. I need to mod my gun for this and get me Belladonna. Tell her to wear something sexy. Not her normal slutty look, sexy. I want her in good makeup too. That black shit is for weirdos and losers; then send her on to Exuberance”

The Bosun snorted down the mic.

“Right whatever. You can tell her that, I like my balls in their bag but everything else will be done. I’ll get Bell on coms for you now”

After dealing the very individual Belladonna, Thade went to catch up with Creamy just in case the dopy lordling wandered off his own timetable.


Last edit: 24 Jan 2021, 12:46am
24 Jan 2021, 5:06am
Jubs took note of every person coming and going, even though it looks like he was simply drinking coffee and nodding to the music.

He noticed that a younger man had recognized him and was keeping an eye on him, but to to the point that it was blatantly obvious. This young man looked to be about ten years Jubei's junior, but had lived a hard life according to his skin complexion. From what jubei saw from the tattoos on the young man, he was from Pegasi. You don't forget the tribal nature of the area when you lived it. This young man had a dangerous and hungry look to his eyes, but a hunger for what had yet to be determined.

Jubei was about to get up from his table when he noticed a second figure appear through the entrance: Lady Suki Hai, owner and operator of The Olive Grove and fellow clan member. Once the music ended and the crowd gave a standing ovation, Jubei slipped bwtween people, hoping to reach the beatuiful and deceptively strong woman before she left.

As the Imperial passes buy the young man, Jubei looks directly at his eyes, "I'll be with you in a moment. Wait here. I'll be back and we'll talk then."

Suki turned to leave, but Jubei was able to catch up and gently tap her on the shoulder with a smile. "Suki-chan, it's been a while."
24 Jan 2021, 10:31am
Instantly alert to the touch on her shoulder, Suki spins around to find Jubei Himura facing her. She smiles at him in recognition.

"Himura-san! It is my great privilege to see you again. I trust you are well?"
25 Jan 2021, 3:43am
"I'm as well as I can be." Jubei smiled warmly at Suki. "By God, it's good to see you! How's the 'Grove?"

Jubei would never admit it, but with the weight of recent events and the constant near-death misses, he felt incredibly happy to see a warm and genuenly friendly face. He could feel the swell of emotion in his chest, but as soon as it started he forced it away. This wasn't the time or the place, so it's a good thing he knew how to keep his outside face under control.

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