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.
14 Jun 2021, 9:21pm
Veronica looks down to where her pillbox hat and clutch bag lay on the sofa by her side. Sticking out of the bag is her dataslate.

"You mean this?" she asks, picking up the device. "Not everywhere, no. Why d'you ask?"
14 Jun 2021, 9:28pm
Michael sits down next to her, opening his jacket and pulling out his own dataslate.

"If what you're saying is true and there's some kind of effort being made to cover up whatever we did together, then there must be some record that they've missed. Purchases. Navigation logs. Something."

He turns to her.

"Does your dataslate automatically update its location?"


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14 Jun 2021, 9:47pm
"Yeah, it does."

Veronica taps the slate a few times, then carefully checks the readout.

"It's never left Citi Gateway since I arrived, accordin' to the location log. Ten to one yours ain't, neither."
14 Jun 2021, 9:59pm
Michael checks his own dataslate, navigating the appropriate menues. Records scroll downward, a wireframe outline of his Krait in one corner. He scowls and closes it out.

"Nothing," he says. "Just the confirmation that I landed, followed by the transmission from GL. Before that, it's just..."

He enters in a few more commands, watching various records appear and disappear.

"... just the mundane salvage and delivery jobs I've taken for the last few years."

He stands up, leaning against the bulkhead with a closed fist.

"I have a really bad feeling about what I have to do if I want to get to the bottom of what's going on..."
14 Jun 2021, 10:17pm
An expression of concern appears on Veronica's face.

"I'm beginnin' to think there ain't a lot we can do," she says. "We've got virtually nothin' concrete in the way of evidence. What little we do 'ave don't seem to go nowhere. But come on, what's this idea of yours?"
14 Jun 2021, 10:20pm
Ridge turns to the woman, his features dire.

"Maybe I have to go back to where all this started. The combat aftermaths of Mu Koji. Only..."

He expressions twists into a grimace.

"...only I don't have a ship, and won't for another month."
15 Jun 2021, 8:59am
"I do," says Veronica. "We can go in the Smelly Egg, but I dunno what you could 'ope to find there that'd be any 'elp to us, not after two years."

She consults her dataslate.

"Mu Koji," she reads. "Just under 272 light years from 'ere. Class K star. Agriculture and Refinery economy, allied to the Empire. Population just over a billion. Controllin' faction is the Imperial Enforcement Division. Well, they sound like a right bunch of charmers."
15 Jun 2021, 8:51pm
Vodan“EAT? I gave you a cream cheese bagel. That’s a cream for Creamy trade right there, but I suppose ya wanna feed and water tomorrow too?”

Vodan made a theatrical show of being amazed at the expectations of the woman on the bench with him.

“Bah! I’ll find him, it’s not gonna be hard; the guy is loud and stooped. It’s the getting set up part that bakes my biscuit. Sitting in my ship looking at the workboard is a comedown when ya used to be the guy setting the jobs and deciding how much it pays for the nub I ordered to go get it done”


"I mean, suit yourself, man.", she answers after finishing her can of beer. "Just saying that if you want it to be quick and effective, you could go through me on intel gathering. It's not like it is my job to track people down but... It kinda is."

She the replaces the empty can back to Vodan's bag, before turning away, and starts walking towards the exit of the green park.

"If you ever change your mind, call a Nathalie Hudson!"
16 Jun 2021, 2:53pm
Michael looks at Veronica, caution in his tone.

"I know that we've barely met–that we remember, anyway–and that we've got more questions than answers. But if you'd be willing to fly us out there, it might be our only shot at getting to the bottom of what happened. But before we go, there's something I *have* to do."
16 Jun 2021, 3:31pm
"Righto," says Veronica. "I'll 'ead back to my ship an' make ready to leave. It's 'angar eight."

She tucks her dataslate back into her clutch bag, then picks up her hat and fastens it in place on top of her head. Gathering up her bag, she rises from the sofa and smooths down her dress.

"Roughly 'ow long will it take yer to do whatever it is yer gunna do, then?"


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16 Jun 2021, 4:15pm
Michael jerks his thumb toward the door.

"I need a new flight suit," he says. "New Maverick suit, too. Everything went bye-bye when my ship did. Might be a good idea to pick up a few weapons, too."

His mouth contorts into a half-smile.

"And a shower. I could use a shower. So... a few hours."
16 Jun 2021, 6:48pm
"I don't do guns," says Veronica, picking up her bag. "Or fancy suits. No real use for 'em in my line of work, see?"

She crosses the room and opens the door, then turns back to face Ridge.

"Incidentally, y'know that little macho speech you made a few minutes ago, when you said I was pampered? Well, I'm sure you don't need me to remind you that you know almost nothin' about me. So, if I was you, I wouldn't keep jumpin' to conclusions, otherwise you'll make yerself look like a fool. An' you ain't a fool, are yer?"

Veronica turns and stands framed in the doorway, her back to Ridge.

"You're right about one thing, though. You could use a shower. You smell like a ruddy distillery."

With that, Veronica leaves the apartment.
16 Jun 2021, 10:26pm
Ridge watches the woman leave, the door sliding shut behind her. He turns stripping away his shirt, smelling it to see if he truly does reek of alcohol. He scowls, looking at where Veronica had been only moments prior.

Women...

(OOC: Continued in The Docks)


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04 Jul 2021, 10:07am


Isaiah paced around the holofac console in his suite, one arm tucked beneath the other, a hand on his chin in a thoughtful manner. Beamed directly to his room from across the vast distances of human space, John Quantrill's eyes narrowed.

"Like what?"

"I need documents and personal identification. Several kinds, actually. And a few alternate transponder and ship registrations."

"If it isn't another ship or some basic forgery, it's not within my wheelhouse," Quantrill said. "But..."

"You know a guy."

Quantrill lifted his chin, a glint in his eye. "Matter of fact, I do."

* * * * *

Isaiah Alton Evanson closed his eyes and drew a deep breath as his feet carried him towards the lifts from the docking bay. In and out. Business only. Don't stick around, don't draw attention, don't get hung up on the past. 

He shivered despite the black spacer's jacket that covered his Remlok suit, though he wondered if it was more because of his apprehensions than the chilly air of the hangar. Inara had been something of a getaway for him in the past, but now it was a bittersweet reminder of what had once been. He'd met Phisto Sobanii here, quickly becoming best friends with the man and following him to liberate Coma for Newton's Fusiliers, later fighting shoulder-to-shoulder in Pegasi with him for Marra Morgan. When the shoe dropped there, he and Phisto revived Loren's Legion in Prism. 

It was here, in Inara, on Citi Gateway, where it all began.  And it was also on this station that he'd met Linnea Gudjonnson - though their meeting had been anything but normal. She'd been employed by the Olive Grove, and he had been her first client - and her last. The connection they'd made was instant. Her scientific background and expertise made her an invaluable member of the Legion's anti-xeno contingent, and her affections had given Isaiah a reason to persevere. She'd gone with him to Carcosa, along with Loren's Reapers - the devoted zealots committed to Kahina Loren's memory, considered radicals and outlaws by the Empire and many others - to establish a bastion from which to resist the superpowers. 

Isaiah adored her, so much that he'd sworn to her that once the fighting for the system was done, both of them would leave to start a family, a new life, on their own.

But fate had other plans.

Isaiah swallowed hard, the knot in his throat painful, as memories threatened to break his carefully guarded demeanor. Not here. Not now. Focus.

The lift carried him down into the station proper, coming to a halt and letting him off in the entertainment district. His heart was already pounding in his chest as he retraced the steps to the Olive Grove, the place where he'd be meeting Overton. He assumed that if anyone was following him, they'd stick out - or at least be held up and interrupted by the employees. It was a gamble - but then, what wasn't? He needed to disappear and this was the only way to do it.

The sign outside the establishment beckoned to him warmly, and his eyes took in the sight of it with uncertainty. Not unlike the time you met Linnea, he thought. 

Just focus. Get what you're here to get. There's no time to hang around.

Steeling himself and his resolve, Isaiah stepped over the threshold into the establishment.
04 Jul 2021, 11:11am
At the reception podium in The Olive Grove, Jade Lincoln greets the newcomer with a warm and welcoming smile.

"Hello," she says, "welcome to T' Olive Grove. Your pleasure is our pleasure. Now then, 'ave you got an appointment, chuck?"

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