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.
31 Jul 2021, 7:07pm
Michael shakes his head.

"I dunno. Five years ago one would have made me a fortune, but now they're, well... not common, but not quite scarce, either."

He glances to his side, possibilities dancing in his eyes.

"Unless it was something...unique."
31 Jul 2021, 10:29pm
"I steer clear of unique," says Veronica. "When somethin's unique, it's usually bein' followed by trouble; wavin' a gun, more often than not. An' I 'ate guns."

Veronica leans back on the sofa, crossing her ankles and interlacing her fingers behind her head.

"Well," she continues, "now we know what we did during our lost time together, more or less. Just a couple of loose ends to tie up, an' then we're sorted."
01 Aug 2021, 10:10am
Michael chuckles, a low and humorless sound.

"Sorted," be says. "I'll still be out two years' worth of memories. And I'd better not be out a ship."

He looks to his side, at the reclining Veronica.

"Guess we'd better get ready, huh?"
01 Aug 2021, 12:30pm
Veronica nods. She stands and moves towards the door.

"I'll 'ead down to the ship an' get changed. Come down as soon as you're suited an' booted." She grins at Ridge as she opens the door. "Cheer up, mate. It won't be long until you're shot of me for good. Somethin' for yer to look forward to, eh?"

With that, Veronica exits the apartment, leaving Ridge on his own.
01 Aug 2021, 1:11pm
The door slides shut, leaving Michael alone. He gets up, leaning against the bulkhead with one arm, looking at the door. Veronica's steps can be heard receding beyond. Michael looks down, and then up to where she was only moments ago. His voice is low.

"Yeah," he says. "Who needs company?"
02 Aug 2021, 2:48am
"Hey, how long is this gonna take?" the middle aged woman asked, her voice heavy with annoyance.

"Just about done, Ma'am." the man replied patiently.

An electrical conduit in the apartment blew, which stopped all power to her holo-screen setup. Margret had called maintenance to report the issue and to her surprise, a man showed up within minutes to fix the conduit. Normally she'd be waiting an hour of two, but the man said there was a concern with the model of the conduit. The circuitry was fine until it blew and then it became a fire hazard, he had said. She didn't understand, but it made sense to her. He removed a wall panel and connected a wire to his wrist computer before connecting an earpiece. He bobbed his head rhythmically as set his tools out before him and went to work.

There was no music plaything through the earpiece, but there were voices. One vaguely Federal, one high federal, and two distinctly Iberian. He listened for roughly an hour as he removed a burnt circuit board and replaced it with a new one, tapping his fingers to a made up beat when he could. Once the conversation ended, the man removed the wires and smiled.

"All done." he replied. With a tap on the panel, all of her attached devices lit up. "Better than new. This one won't burn out."

"Wonderful!" she exclaimed, happy she can continue to watch her programs.

Galnet played on the modest holo-screen, showing news from the Prism system. The anchor looked smug as he reported on the surprise story, "...been taken into custody by Imperial law enforcement pending an investigation."

The man snorted in amusement and tapped on his wrist computer. "...gonna be a shooting gallery soon."

"Yeah, I suppose so." Margret replied, not knowing he wasn't talking to her. She was finally able to have a good look at the man and noticed he was handsome, in a rugged way. However, one detail made her curious. "Where'd you get that scar?"

"Would you believe I was struck by a cane after an ill-timed joke?" he replied with laugh. "Anyway, no charge ma'am. You have a wonderful night now."

The man left her apartment and made his way through the maintenance corridors.


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02 Aug 2021, 10:29am
As Veronica Vayle walks along the seventh floor corridor of the Starlight Estates hab-block, a frown etches itself onto her face.

"Somethin' ain't smellin' right 'ere, Toby," she mutters to herself. "Can't put my finger on it, but somethin' ain't addin' up. Best keep my eyes open, eh?"

Taking the lift to the lobby, she leaves the hab-block and makes her way straight to the docks.



(Continued in The Docks...)
17 Aug 2021, 12:12pm
Sam and Des arrive from Off station and dock at Citi Gateway :

Leaving Sam to do whatever he had to do I started out on foot.

I began to feel increasingly tired and weary, more than was usual with the slowly increasing gravity as I moved away from the center of the Orbis station. Made a reservation at the same hotel as me and Raglan had spent a few days - seemed like an age ago, - this time a single room, I messaged him and Sam to let them know I would be at the Galactic Bar in about six hours time, and every twenty-fours after that for a day or two. I was too tired to scan the area for Imps, or anyone else, on my tail. There would be informers almost everywhere. No no point in trying to go unnoticed.

I needed solitude and rest. Had been weeks since I slept properly. Checking in, I went straight to the room, showered and lay down to sleep. After a few minutes of slowing down my breathing I got up, re-arranged the bed so my feet would be where my head had been, tried again. It was usually almost impossible to detect the rotation of a station, but sometimes, laying down just didn't feel right in one direction. This time I slept.

I didn't wake for eight hours. Showering again, I booted up the terminal in the corner. Checked my messages. Nothing important. Turned the camera to full-screen on myself. I looked tired, puffy eyes, pale skin, hair too long, and the scar on my cheek was noticeable again - if you knew where to look closely. I needed exercise. It would have to wait.
12 Sep 2021, 2:25am
Sam made his way around the station looking for a restaurant of his liking. A small pho and ramen shop peeked his interest.

Wish I'd hurry up and heal. Walking around on these crutches is less than comfortable. Maybe I'll visit the med clinic here....

Just as Sam ordered and sat down a robed figure sat across from him at the small table.

"Hello, can I help you stranger?"

"Hello, cousin!"

He knew the voice instantly and almost spat his tea on the table.

"What are you doing out here? And why are you wearing that? Where's all your buddies? Don't you have a posse? Why the subterfuge?"

"Whoa, whoa settle down. I've got friends close by, no worries. I came to check on my cousin who almost died about a week ago? I know you don't want to be seen with me... But I still care about you okay? How are you healing? Why the crutches? So old fashioned. Why not just get implants so you can walk while you are healing?"

"It's been a rough couple days... I'm getting ready for an exploration trip and some asshole sends in muscle to harass my employer and so naturally I showed them what's what, but they made sure to give me a taste."

"I know you still care 'Ace', but remember my father and I were kicked out of the family when my mother died. I am not allowed to go back..."

"As far as implants and getting right back out there, I figured I'd limp around a bit take in the sights, try to see what's hidden in plain sight. It was nice to see you cousin, hey do you know an imperial detective named 'Kohatu'?"

"Haha, you're still the only one who calls me that... I'm working on things at home to make it so you CAN come home Sam. We miss you, and I know my mother does too. She just won't show it...yet. I'm sorry to hear about your father. He was a good man."

The robed figure reached out a hand and grabbed Sam's squeezing his hand to comfort him.

"As far as a 'Kohatu' I don't think I've heard the name before, but I'll see what I can dig up. Enjoy your meal cousin. I'll keep in touch."

The robed figure stood, bowed and walked away. As the figure walked away three more robed figures the same height and build fell into a group with the figure, effectively hiding them in plain sight of the crowd.

Sam ate his meal and was sipping his tea when his communicator buzzed.

A message, from Descartes. She would be at the bar in about six hours time. Then the next couple days, same time.

Okay, that gives me time to get a room, have a shower with real water pressure, clean up a bit and maybe go to the clinic as well...

Sam stood, stretched and crutched his way through the station.

As Sam made his way from the pho and ramen shop a man smoking a cigarette in a nearby alley extinguished his cigarette and began to follow Sam at a distance. The man sporting jean pants and a leather jacket over his flight suit set a slow pace so he didn't over take his target too soon.

Crowd like this is too big to take him here. I'll have to see where he's heading and plan from there. Don't know why this guy's worth so much money. He's an easy target. 50 mil for this limping tree? Maybe there's more than meets the eye.

The man shrugged and followed Sam through the crowd.
16 Sep 2021, 1:36pm
Missed the first rendezvous there was time to spare. Needed to occupy my time and mind. Decided to visit the Hotel gym and pool, sleep some more, and delay the Galactic Bar 'till the next day. More or less decided to take off for some deep space exploration with 'The Stellar Cartographer's Guild'. Leave Kohatu and his heavies behind for some other time.

Cont. in The Galactic bar
18 Sep 2021, 6:17pm
Meanwhile in the Medical Ward,

a brief but heated argument takes place. (Rehab, pt.2)
19 Sep 2021, 4:13am
In the Passenger Lounge, a new request is filed:

"Explorer/Rescue Pilot seeks one-way priority passage to Jameson Memorial (Shinrarta Dezhra). Time and speed are of essence. Space A accommodation acceptable (multi-crew, rumble, or cargo seat all accepted), accessibility accommodation ideal. Current PF Permit required to be presented to the passenger before boarding. 94,000 credits, doubled if transit completed within 24 hours of posting. Holo August Davenport for contact."
20 Sep 2022, 6:31am
Michael RidgeMichael shakes his head.

"I dunno. Five years ago one would have made me a fortune, but now they're, well... not common, but not quite scarce, either."

He glances to his side, possibilities dancing in his eyes.

"Unless it was something...unique."


"Don't know, when you think about it, it's the worst possible place for her to sell seashells."
27 Dec 2022, 5:59pm
*continued from the Galactic bar.

I make my way down ensuring to keep out of site of station security and their cameras. I have been on espionage missions before. I've made it in and out of settlements without being tracked before. I have a few other ships available on hand but they are no where near here.

"F***k. It seems I have only have one hope of getting out of here alive. Those 2 are going to be a problem. Hmmm... maybe blowing up my ships wasn't such a great idea and maybe just maybe I should have left the man alone. Gah what the hell was I thinking."

Truth is I wasn't thinking at the time. My mind had gone blank I only remember portions of what I had done. His final words ringing in my head. Tears begin to fall down my face.

"I'm not a bad person, I don't do bad things."

I stop in the corridor and sit against a wall. I pull out my data pad and call my wife.

"Hello?" I cheery federation accent can be heard from the other end.

"Silvia....... I messed up........ I did something awful.... I am sorry. I love you and don't come looking for me please. You are safer out there." Between my crying breaths I manage to get those few words out Silvia on the other end looking at me wearing nothing but a base synth defender layer.

"Why are you in that armor? What have you done? Oh Venus...." I shut off the call before she can continue.

*continued in the docks


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26 Apr 2023, 10:30am
That was it, he dismissed her. Willow guessed it was better than him continuing to single her out. Besides, Ephrian was putting himself in the line of fire. Maybe he did it to protect her from the chief, or maybe he genuinely put himself above everyone else, but either way, the boss had spoken.

Whatever, Willow went to check out her quarters. Compact was a nice way of saying it, but a cell was more accurate. It was a bit better than her room on the Diamondback, this place at least had 2 rooms, but it still had the combi toilet-shower nook that she hated.

The bed was narrow, if she had a guy over, he’d have to be as skinny as she was for them to both fit; whatever, it was free and it looked like she’d be working 10 to 14 hour shifts anyway, 3 on 3 off.

Sitting on her bed, Willow picked up her personal pad and looked at the contact she’d been looking at since she got back from the rim, and wondered if it was still active. There was only one way to tell. She started typing.


“So like, I’m back, I guess. I got myself a long contract on Citi Gateway in Inara, a Goid rebuild. So, I’m, gonna be here a while. Be great to see you Descartes.

Will. “


After pressing send, Willow made her way to the Galactic for a bit of team building.

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