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.
28 Oct 2016, 2:40pm
There was a voice, Lilith couldn't make it out. It was dark, and she knew she was arguing, but not viciously. It was a friendly argument. Then the images came to her... She was a kid again, with her sister....

"No, YOU be the customer, I'LL do the make-up" Said Abigail....

"Ok, fine." Lilith responded, she and her sister had raided their mothers make up bag and decided to give it a shot.

"Right, hold still" Her sister smiled as she opened up the lipstick. "Now pretend you're going to kiss someone" She teased.

Lilith obliged, pouting her lips as her sister applied the colour to her mouth.

"Ok, now the rest, close your eyes". Lilith did so and then felt a brush dabbing her cheeks. Moments later she opened her eyes and looked in a mirror. To an adult, she looked like a clown, but they were kids so to Lilith and her sister, she was the belle of the ball.

"Ok, now my turn to do you." Lilith said, and she'd just got the lipstick out when her dad came in.

"Abby? Do you have something to tell me?" He said in a gruff voice.

"Uhh... No? Daddy, why?" She responded nervously.

"What about this?" He held out a sheet of paper, looking closely you could see it was a school report, and judging by the smile growing on their Fathers face, overflowing with praise for Abigail, as usual.

"I couldn't be prouder, Abby" He said, hugging her tightly, "Now go on through to the living room, there's something there for you." Abigail bounced off grinning profusely, not noticing her fathers attention change swiftly from proud father to disappointment. "And you Lilith?"

"No daddy, nothing to say." She said, knowing full well what the response would be.

"Fighting in class again, blocking a toilet with your schoolbooks, and swearing at the teachers?" He said, in his usual calm but stern voice. It would have been easier to cope with shouting, but this? This just felt cold. "And I see you scored low on your tests again. You NEED to try harder, and stop mucking about."

Lilith just stared at the floor as her father resigned himself.

"Go get cleaned up, and go to your room. I'll deal with you later" He finished.

Minutes later Lilith was lying on her bed, face clean, listening to squeals of delight from the other room as Abigail opened her present. Most probably her own datapad as a reward for being the "perfect child"

And then it all faded into blackness once more....


Last edit: 28 Oct 2016, 2:55pm
28 Oct 2016, 7:34pm
"Left! Now right!" Ten instructed as the pair ran through the labyrinth of hallways that filled the warrens. Somehow, in spite of everything, two security officers were right on their tail. Since Ten was naturally better at directions than both Cartlidge and Nick combined, she was leading the pair while Cartlidge shouted into his comm link.

"I don't care that-" he paused as they turned another corner, "you haven't had a drink yet! We're leaving, so get the ship ready!" As long as the station security didn't put the Paladin on lock-down, they would be able to escape.

"Wait!" Ten stopped suddenly, causing Cartlidge to nearly stumble from his own momentum. He wasn't sure, but it was likely that the two guards were right around the corner. Before Cartlidge could ask, Ten pulled a maintenance panel free from the wall and climbed inside. With a huff, Cartlidge followed and sealed the panel behind him.
28 Oct 2016, 8:26pm
The security team was putting the pressure on Cartlidge and Ten. Though the duo kept giving them the slip. The accurate description Stryker had given during his exposition and the name drop allowed them to link Cartlidge to his ship, the Paladin. Station actual put the clamps down on the ship and brought it under into its service bay. It wasn't about to go anywhere, unless Cartridge had an ace up his sleeve.

A shot was fired at the two as they continued to evade their capture.

Meanwhile,

Lilith was taken to Reconstruction. Her hand was a mess, but that surgery could be done while awake. Her team of medical providers were compassionate and kind to her. However, now that she was fully awake, security had posted an armed guard outside her door until she could be transferred to the brig.
29 Oct 2016, 12:46am
Lilith (Medical Ward):
Beep....Beep.....Beep....Beep

*What the hell is that infernal bloody racket?!?*

Lilith awoke slowly and groggily as the anaesthetic wore off. Staring at the ceiling she tried to recollect her memories and figure out what was happening and where she was.

*Ok, running.... Broke a droid... That was fun.... Then..... Smoke, and pain... Guards..... Son of a...* She remembered now. Every detail. Even the dream. She'd worked hard to push those memories deep inside, so why did that one surface now?? She licked her lips to moisten them, they tasted funny *Just the anaesthetic no doubt*

She tried to sit up, but putting pressure on her left arm caused her shoulder to cry out in pain. Looking down at her arm, she could see her hand was bandaged up, along with her shoulder. This was good. This meant she wasn't in the Brig. Maybe they did fall for her victim act after all? A nurse entered to check up on her and Lilith caught a glimpse of the guard standing at the door. Ok... Not so good then.

"Oh, you're awake at last. How are you feeling? You look like you went through quite a lot getting here." Said the nurse, all sweet like, fussing over Lilith making sure she was comfortable while Lilith just lay there, answering the questions automatically. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate kindness. Just that, right now, she really didn't care for it. Right now was the time to think long and hard, and buy as much time as she needed to get out and chase that pair of imbeciles who put her here. Oh and the guard too, hopefully...

Luke: (Station Security)
Luke sat in his cell quietly, not causing a fuss. Unlike the guy in the cell opposite who, for the past several hours, had been protesting his innocence. That a madman placed the bloodied knife in his hand and ran off. Luke didn't know, nor did he care to know, who exactly he was supposed to have killed. He just wished he would shut the hell up.

His prayers weren't answered directly, but he was given a reprieve when a guard showed up, opened his cell and instructed him to be ready to be cuffed. At this point, interrogation could be considered a relief, and Luke obliged.

Marched down the secure facility he was taken to a concrete room, with a mirror on one side, a camera in one corner, a table in the centre with two chairs on one side and one chair on the other, with an iron loop on the side. He was placed in the single chair, then uncuffed and recuffed, this time with the chain fed through the iron loop. It gave him a decent amount of freedom to move, but he was stuck within arms length of the table at all times.

*They must think I'm really dangerous to go through all of this.* He thought to himself. *Right, step one. Let the suspect sweat for a while. So I could be here for a while before being seen. Step two, bad cop, rough him or her up a bit, scare them. Step three, good cop, cup of coffee, biscuit maybe, they're the friend after all.* Yes, Luke had seen far too many 21st Century movies. But he reckoned he had a handle on how this was going to go down.


Last edit: 29 Oct 2016, 1:01am
29 Oct 2016, 5:01am
After changing into a standard Sec Force uniform, Warrant Officer Amar proceeded to the observation room. Chief Harrison was waiting for him looking through the double sided glass. "What do we have, sir?" Amar asked.

"Pretty cut and clean case. Also there is rumor that he has several accomplices." The older man with a graying beard replied.

"What are his actual charges?"

"1st degree murder. Lab is working on the weapons, we'll try to link him to those. That, a confession, and if he will give up any accomplices he has we should be able to put him away."

Amar bent over the table and began to read the file. Hastily put together reports, video logs, he had it all. There was barely enough time to go over them, and attempt to read the man behind the glass before engaging him verbally.

His adversary to be, sat expressionless, staring at the glass window he couldn't see through.

Amar glanced up, then back to the document. Finishing up, he walked out of the room and stood before the entrance to the interrogation room. Even from outside, the room felt cold, uninviting, and uncomfortable. Taking a deep breath, he entered the room. Standing in the middle of the room before the accused, Amar attempted to size him up. Something didn't sit right with him. He had sat across murderers, seen the hollowness of their eyes. The man sitting in front of him possessed none of those qualities. He did notice the strength and defiance building within the man. Normally he would have stood, make him sweat, just wait for him to lose the inevitable staring match. Not this time, this time was different.

Sitting across from him, Amar opened the file again. He pulled out his cigar from earlier, "Luke Martin Mitsukai?" he asked. Luke nodded. "Seems like you have had a rather rough day. You mind recounting to me the details?" Silence. Amar sighed, "You don't mind if i smoke do you?" Luke nodded again. Taking a long draw from his cigar, Amar leaned back in his chair. "You see, things aren't looking good for you. I have the Sec Force version of the story, but somethings missing. Sure, we could probably put you away, but when I started this job, I believed that people were innocent until proven guilty. Year after year I said that to myself, and was wrong. But, I still let those sitting across from me tell their story. So clue me in here, what happened?"
29 Oct 2016, 2:24pm
The guards that had been chasing Cartridge and Ten rounded the corner. And to their astonishment, they were gone.

"Search the area!" The one said, and no sooner as he said it the other heard a clink and saw a service panel shifting itself back into position.

"They're in the maintenance shafts!" They bolted to panel and started to bang on it, working to pry it free.


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29 Oct 2016, 3:50pm
Luke (Station Security):
*That was quick. Either I'm more screwed than I thought or they know they've got the wrong guy.* Luke leaned back in his chair and eyed up the man opposite him, trying to figure out his angle. So far he was neither good cop nor bad cop. He'd stated very matter of factly that they had what they needed to send him down, but apparently this guy preferred things the old fashioned way.

Innocent until proven guilty? This was a good sign. But he sincerely doubted the genuine truth would get him anywhere. But witness accounts would contradict anything else he came up with. He was torn. On the one hand, he didn't want to hang Cartlidge and Ten up to dry, it wasn't Tens fault what happened. On the other, jailed for murder just wasn't his scene. He'd kept his nose clean his whole life, sure the occassional fine and bounty had gotten him in trouble before but never anything too serious, and who hasn't in this day and age?

After a long and hard thought, he leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, smiled and said, "Tell me officer, just how crazy of a story are you prepared to believe? Because I can say one thing right now, I didn't kill that woman, but I feel it's my fault she's dead."

Lilith (Medical Ward):
It had been a while, the painkillers were doing their job and the surgery on her shoulder had held up quite well. She had full mobility back although she was strictly instructed to take it easy for at least a week to allow the skin grafts and stitches to take full effect. But, to the doctors astonishment, she had outright refused to undergo reconstructive surgery on her hand.

"Stich it up, and leave it. I don't want goddam cybernetics!!!" She had yelled after the third doctor had come in to convince her otherwise. To be honest, she could move her hand fine for the most part. The damage was mostly just superficial, but it was going to leave a lot of scars. Without the reconstruction though, she was going to have to mend it manually. That is, to say, with physiotherapy.

So the doctors had brought through a hand grip strengthener which she was currently using now. She'd been taught how to adjust the tension herself so the stronger her hand got, the higher she could set it. Old ones used springs and different malleable metals to apply the tension, but in the 34th Century, it was all about magnets.

This was one way to buy time to think, and she'd later apologise for her outburst to the doctors in question. Particularly her resident practicioner, Dr Glaboski who had taken quite an interest in her recovery despite the fact he frequently appeared to be avoiding Liliths gaze. She didn't dwell on it though, doctors were busy people.

Besides... An escape plan had begun to form in her head.


Last edit: 29 Oct 2016, 4:05pm
29 Oct 2016, 9:39pm
"Knew I should've taken up that guy's offer on tripwires..." Cartlidge muttered as the pair started to worm their way through the narrow corridors, shafts, and ladders that filled the spaces in between the halls. "Do you think Nick's gotten the Paladin online yet?"

"It depends on if security knows our names or not. If they do, he may not even be able to get near the ship without getting caught" she concluded as he made his way up another ladder, "you're going to want to turn left once you reach the top."

"Well shit, I better warn him. Is this going to take us to the docks?" he asked.

"Not exactly, we have to take care of something first."
01 Nov 2016, 9:24am
Amar pondered Luke's statement. *Conviction, with a hint of regret and empathy. So my initial assumption that he is not a killer may yet pan out.* He thought. Looking down at the files built in PDA, he noticed the update coming from the lab. ...A second set of prints... Mentally he filed the information away for use later. A wring of cigar smoke now encircled his head. He mentally thanked the modern marvel made smoking no longer deadly. Glancing back at Luke, he said, "As a show of good faith, I'll hear you out. You can tell me as wild a tale as you wish. But, you could save me trouble and come out with as much of the truth as you are willing to tell me."

He let his last comment sink in, and was just about to continue when there was a light rap on the glass behind him. Perplexed Amar turned and faced the glass. *What now?* he thought. Then his PDA lit up again. It was a long file, where the autopsy report should have been, but instead it was a medical report. *Odd...* Gingerly, he opened it. *This is what the Chief wanted me to see.* he chuckled to himself.

He looked up. "Don't worry about that, now let's see. Ah right, I was about to let you tell me your story." Amar concluded ominously.
02 Nov 2016, 3:26am
Luke (Station Security):
Luke pondered the man. It wasn't that he distrusted Sec Forces, he just felt they were often more keen to get results on paper than actually get the right thing done.

*How much am I willing to tell him, versus how much do I need to tell to get out of here?* He frowned. There was a rap on the glass then the mans PDA lit up. *Definitely a development, but good or bad?* Staring intently into the mans expression has he read what was on his Pad, Luke tried to get a guage on what way this was going. Unfortunately, the man was well trained and as far as Luke could tell, it could be another murder, or a funny video on the Galnet. The man only gave a slight chuckle, which told him nothing before he looked back up and asked him to continue.

*Ok, this is it...* Luke took a deep breath to clear his head and started.

"I was already in the bar when they turned up and sat near me. We started chatting, had a few drinks and she rattled off some quite impressive stuff about me. She knew my Ranks, my Wing memberships, Birthday..... It was weird." He stopped for a minute to let it sink in.

"Turns out she has or is cybernetic in some way but she kept getting this, blank look on her face. Like something was bothering her. So I pressed her on it. She got up and left and I thought I'd upset her so went after her." Wiping his face with both his hands he audibly sighed... "That's where it all turned to shit..."

"One minute she was fine, the next, she was freaking out. By this time the two men were outside with me so I stood in front in case she went off the rails and hurt someone. Next thing I knew, some blue haired woman had knocked her over, and I saw a blade and pounced on it. A few moments later I was standing over them both, and the blue haired woman wasn't breathing and she was trying to.... Resucitate her? I guess??" Luke dropped his head down and stared at the palms of his hands.

"Yes, I ran off.... I panicked.... Came across a guy caught in a faulty fire suppressant system, so I wrecked my pistol blasting the glass open. That was his sword I had. He went chasing after the blue haired woman shouting about His Aisling or some crap... I came back, the body was moved and I was chucked into a cell before I could even contemplate what the hell just happened." After that was all done, he bit his lip and drew blood. "If.... I hadn't..... If I hadn't pushed so hard....."

Words failed him. He'd been bounty hunting, killing wasn't a problem to him, but never innocent people. He had blood on his hands, and he was going to have to scrub hard to get it off.
02 Nov 2016, 6:34pm
After spending a rather serious amount of time navigating the internal structure of the station, the pair reemerged in a rather quiet part of the warrens. Quite confident that no one was around and that they had escaped their pursuers, they started to make their way towards the docks.
05 Nov 2016, 10:25am
Good Gaia, this place has certainly seen better days...

"What? No, I don't want a tattoo, thank you. Yes, I'm quite sure you can suggest a good place to put it, but the answer is still no. Now, if you don't mind, I'll just sit over here and read my digi-mag for a bit."


Last edit: 07 Nov 2016, 12:51pm
05 Nov 2016, 10:45pm
Kyla wandered into the Entertainment District of Citi Gateway, amused by her previous spat with Jemine, wading her way through the tight crowds. Her dark brown hair was up in a long ponytail and she donned her favourite light-blue jacket.

The area glowed with neon signs, each marking their respective bar, club, strip joint and various seedy establishments, and small posters were crudely stuck to the walls and posts, advertizing various events going on in the area.

To her right, a group of people surrounded a street performer, juggling fire torches to a peculiar tune. To her left, various food vendors trying to sell their less-than-desirable cooking to the mostly inebriated population. She grimaced as the smell of over cooked meat wafted past her nose, surprised at the amount of street vendors and performers along the Entertainment District.

Alright, let's just find this goodie two-shoes and get this over with. She thought to herself as a member of the crowd barged past her, banging into her shoulder in the process.

"Yeah, excuse me. I'm just walking here, arsehole," she yelled at the passer-by.

I'm already starting to hate this place.


Last edit: 07 Nov 2016, 12:47am
05 Nov 2016, 11:04pm
Amar watched Luke's reactions. Luke sat head down, staring at his hands.

"Luke, relax, turns out the Aisling wound up living. It looks like she will be alright, minus all that hair. Something about needing to shave it so they could operate."

Amar opened the file and spun it towards Luke so he could see the findings portion of the report. After doing so, Amar turned towards the glass pane and nodded. Shortly after a soft rap came from the door. Standing up he went to the door, and opened it. A young female officer handed him a set of keys. Holding the keys thoughtfully in his hands, Amar turned around and unlocked Luke's handcuffs. Luke looked up, with a bit of bewilderment in his eyes. Amar looked at him and said, "The only thing you are guilty of was being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Techs just reevaluated the camera footage, the doctor's findings, and your testimony have exonerated you. Also if you look at the description of the weapon used during the incident, you will notice it is not what you were holding. You are free to go as soon as you want."

He stood and exhaled from his cigar, waiting for Luke's reaction. There was another rap on the door, another officer with Luke's personal items. Amar took these and placed them on the table.

"One more thing, be a little more weary of where you drink."
06 Nov 2016, 3:58am
Luke (Station Security):
Luke stared in amazement. *Seriously?? That's it??* he thought. Opening his mouth to say something he thought better of it. *What's that old saying about gift horses?*.

Standing up, he rubbed his wrists. Faint red marks showing where the cuffs had been rubbing into him whenever he moved. He looked down at the paperwork, reading that the woman was alive... Somehow. He already knew that his weapon hadn't been the cause, but he wasn't about to argue the point that he still felt he pushed Ten into this. Or even mention her and Jacobs names lest he end up back at square one, charged with guilt by association.

He clipped his gun holster on, now empty since his was melted, and fed the sword through it. Tightening up the belt strap to hold the sheathe in place. *Really gonna have to get a gun soon. This thing looks ridiculous*. Then he grabbed his things, pocketed them and threw his jacket on. "Huh... Seems I've lost my hat.... Never mind. It was a stupid thing anyways."

Pausing just to hear what the officer said he simply nodded in response as he walked out the door, stopping on the threshold he turned his head back towards the man, still puffing on his cigar, "Uhh... Thanks officer..." Before turning back, putting his head down and marching straight out the station without so much as a 'How do you do' to anyone there.

Once out the door, he decided to chance his PDA. He turned it back on, and instantly ran a virus and bug scan on it. It came up clean so he typed out a quick message to Cartlidge that simply read:

Hope you and double digits are ok. Lucky me, got dragged in but cut loose again.

Hopefully he understood that alright. *Now I REALLY need a cold one* he thought to himself. But instead of turning towards the InGaBa, he briskly walked towards the docks instead. Fully intent on finishing the half bottle of whisky he had stashed in his quarters.
>Continued in The Docks<

Lilith (Medical Ward):
With her hand slowly reaching full strength again, Lilith knew it wouldn't be long before Security demanded to move her into custody. She'd been able to buy time for now, feigning pain, sleep, even illness whenever the authorities had come to check on her. But it wouldn't last, eventually they'd grow tired of waiting and pull strings.

That couldn't happen. If they hadn't ID'd her already, they would do the instant she walked in to Station Security. It never occurred to Lilith if System Security members could claim bounties, but she wasn't keen to try and find out.

As the door to her ward opened and closed regularly, she could see the guard outside waiting patiently. She already decided how she would get out, but she had to pick the opportune moment or things would deteriorate very quickly.

This was it, she was ready to make her move as soon as that moment arrived...


Last edit: 23 Nov 2016, 11:14pm

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