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.
03 Oct 2016, 12:47am
He would nod his acknowledgement.
"Aye." And doing so, he wedged his claw like mechanical fingers around the safe door. The metal gave a groaning creek and pop as he crushed it leaving a gaping hole.

"Better grab and go."
03 Oct 2016, 9:23am
Striding down the lower levels Muninn kept his head down, not meeting peoples eyes as he walked by. Reaching the elevator he pressed a button to call it. Tapping his foot he waited patiently for his way to the warrens.
04 Oct 2016, 4:00pm
Rebecca moved closer as Stryker pried the safe door fully open. She looked into the safe. A single data stick and a package wrapped in an opaque plasticbag were in it.

She grabbed both, threw the package towards Stryker and put the stick in one of the pockets of her hoody. Then she pulled an identical stick out and dropped it on the floor in front of the safe.

"Let's bail."
04 Oct 2016, 6:23pm
The door opened for the lift and Muninn stepped through, punching in a button for the upper levels. Whistling an Imperial ballad softly as he waited for the lift to go down, checking the pistol by his side.

As the door pinged he stopped whistling and went about trying to find his contact in the dregs of the station.
04 Oct 2016, 7:22pm
Stryker's heart was pounding. He was still a bit green to the whole smash and grab, having only done a few jobs so far, but he wasn't about to back out in this moment. He deflty caught the baggy in his left hand, a feat that even suprised him in the moment. He grinned behind his mask. Turning he lead the way out of the hovel, careful to step over the tripwire.

He made his way out the door. The cooler dry air whipped at his cut sleeved hoodie.

"I think we should split up, in case anyone sees. Harder to track two." He would turn, "Meet you at your ship, at 20:00..." and darted off in another direction picking his way through junk, fallen beams and cross a bridge over the cold dark artificial canyon.
04 Oct 2016, 8:50pm
Rebecca sprinted the same way she had come back until she reached the markets. She slowed down and made sure she blended into the crowd of people for a while until she was sure that noone had followed her.

Then she got in one of the elevators and selected the dock level as her destination.
04 Oct 2016, 9:29pm
Stryker continued off in the other direction. He rounded a corner and entered into a busy section of the warrens. People were meandering everywhere. Finding a secluded area, he pulled his mask off along with the hoodie and stuffed them back into his ruck sack. He slung it over his shoulder. Finding an maintenance corridor, he popped open the access hatch to it's control interface. He pulled out a small tool and plugged it in. It gave him a reading. He then accessed his pad and used the codex to cross reference the correct access code. He punched it in. The aperture opened like a camera and he entered. He turned, closed it, then scrambled the access code to prevent anyone from following.

He continued along its corridor until he found an maintenance lift. He punched in the flight deck and rode the thing up.
04 Oct 2016, 9:46pm
Bored out of his mind, Nick considered leaving to find a proper drink when the pair scrambled out of the room.
I guess I was wrong about them tryin to catch that other two by surprise... he thought as one darted back across the side of the abyss towards the masses while the other darted in the opposite direction.
Oh well, guess the show's over. He considered for a moment what they had been trying to accomplish as he turned away from the window to walk back the way he came.
05 Oct 2016, 6:26am
Muninn came to a doorway guarded by two fairly built, heavily tattooed men. Nodding to one of them he pulled back his sleeve to reveal his new tattoo, a little symbol made of six prongs with different ends.

"I'm here to see your Earl." The man paused at his Imperial accent but nodded and stepped aside to let him inside. "Thankyou."

Inside he was greeted but a group of six standing round a table displaying routes through to a Pegasi system. Looking up they switched the display off. Looking around I saw Tove stood there, her light brown hair in a tangled mess from sleeping recently.

"Ah Muninn, what can I do for you?" Tove smiled and embraced the teenger.

"I'm transporting your husbands body and his killer to his desired resting place. Thought you would like to meet her." I stared into Toves deep blue eyes.


Last edit: 06 Oct 2016, 11:24am
05 Oct 2016, 5:06pm
Nick continued through the masses of people who filled the warrens as he made his way to the bar. He had hoped the break in he had witnessed would have turned into something more interesting, but it must have not been his lucky day.

Oh well. I did my job, so It's time for a drink.
06 Oct 2016, 6:52pm
Tove raised her eyebrows. "The bitch is here?" She nodded to her command and stepped away from the table. "Lead the way kid."

Muninn grimaced at the word. "Don't call me kid anymore, I'm my own command now." Tove paused and looked at the young man in front of her.

"Fine, Commander Muninn, lead me to my husbands killer." Stepping forward she stepped round the crowd and started walking up to the young pilot.

"Fine let's go." Muninn pivoted and headed out of the room with purpose.
13 Oct 2016, 2:15am
---(beep)----
(female voice over comm ) LEVEL 47
---(beep)----

- Jezz.... what a smell. (They told me to take caution, in this district, but nobody said anything to nose mugging )

eyes dripping because of the stench

- Let´s see , Mr Randall , Level 47 , Block221 ( Internal orientation map tells me block 221 is quite far.... )

( Will need a ride to get there , and I need to be fast , neighborrhod not exacltly friendly , those broken windows and cheap drinking spelunkes )

- Ok, the hovertrain station is just over there. THis is almost over. ( my conda will need a a lot of love after that cruise )



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22 Oct 2016, 10:57pm
Lilith arrived in the main section of Citi Gateway. From here she could see just how massive the station really was. Thinking for a moment, she deduced that the famous InGaBa would likely be located in, or around the Entertainment District.

Adjusting her trenchoat and doing it up, both to conceal her weapon and make it difficult for anyone to dip their hands into an inside pocket, she made her way through the streets, striding confidently and deliberately down the centre, forcing the people she encountered to move out of her way and not the other way around.

Looking around, she noticed several security guards, equipped only with small arms but talking fervently into a comms device.

"Do you need backup?" One said, trying, but failing, to keep the conversation between himself and the operson on the other end. An indisguishable muffle came from the device while the guard nodded and signalled to his partner they were about to move out.

Lilith moved closer but opted not to draw attention to herself as the guard turned to his partner, "There's a situation at the Inara Galactic Bar. Apparently a fire, a dead body, and a woman with a LOT of blood on her hands. Drones are on the scene and others security is on its way but Command is demanding a heavy human presence." He sighed.

The other guard swore, "Oh for fu.... My shift ends in ten minutes, can we not just say we're busy?" Before turning to briskly follow his partner down the street and adding, "I bet this is because of that goddam grenade incident from before. What? They looking to get as many of us blown up as possible??"

Seeing an opportunity, Lilith kept her distance, but followed them. *Well that's certainly convenient* she thought to herself with a smile.

>continued at InGaBa<


Last edit: 23 Nov 2016, 10:46pm
25 Oct 2016, 3:03pm
Mindy was done.

She flushed the toilet and watched her fecal matter spin around in its decaying orbit. The sight was ironic. This was her career. Going right down the crapper. Two years prior, taking this job was a good idea. Bright eyed, and fresh out of college, she was going to change the world. Well, in this case, the Elite Dangerous Universe, without Frontiers consent. But now, the charm had worn off and the work seemed to be……Crap.

She was tired of her boss. Mork. Mork was eccentric to say the least. At first the rainbow suspenders, the wild hair, and the annoying voices he made was endearing, but now, it was just plain grating on her nerves. And she was done with the arguments. He liked to call them “scientific debates,” but when there is a lack of science, all that’s left is idiotic rantings. And that was exactly what their current project was turning into. Idiotic.

The project was code named “S to the fifth power.” It was catchy and easier to say then “Super Secret Super Soldier Serum” project. It was funded by an independent party that boasted that their cash reserves could rival Li Yong-Rui.” And because they were drowning in the ever increasing tide of cold hard cash, they took the Cave Johnson approach to scientific advancement. “Throw science at the wall, and see what sticks.” In itself that may not seem too bad, but there was a catch. It could seriously damage a scientist credibility for years, even a lifetime. And that’s what Mindy was stating to see.

The project was to find the most ferocious animal known to man kind, and infuse its strength, cunning, guile with human DNA to produce the ultimate super soldier. Months of research went into selecting the animal that best suited the requirements. Wolverines, Badgers, Eagles, Axlotls. And in the end, there were two selectees. The North American Timber Wolf, and the Emperor Penguin. How the Emperor Penguin even made it into the final round could be attributed to Mork. It was, by far, his most favorite animal in the known ‘verse. He had hundreds, literally hundreds of posters of these animals all about the lab. Penguins sitting on eggs, Penguins sitting in the snow. Penguins sitting side by side. So naturally, the Emperor Penguin won out. And research continued using all of its amazing attributes.

“Mork, this is ludicrous!” She yelled. “This is a absolute joke!”

Mork gave her the look. “I will prove to you all! The Penguin is the most ferocious animal! It will make the best super secret super soldier ever!” He was holding a syringe up high. The green viscous solution swirling in the glass barrel. The tip of the needle sparkled once.

“No! Don’t” She yelled as she watched the mad scientist jab himself in the gut. Mork groaned, and fell to his knees.

What happened next was so astounding, so amazing, so fantastic and so far overshot their expectation that it completely circumnavigated the duo and landed squarely on anticlimactic….

-Some time later-

“This one wishes to purchase the freak, and make him a profitable earning.” Came the scratchy voice of Mitch the Kahjiit.

A gnarled and veiny hand retracted itself back into the oversized and dark cloak. The flickers of the flame of the fire danced in the hooded woman’s eyes.
“Because of him, I’ve been forced to live like a crone in the bowls of the Warrens. It destroyed my career. Nobody ever takes me seriously now.” She said, “It will bring you doom. Doom. Doooooom.”

“This one has no credibility” He replied, carefully watching the woman stand up. She opened a home depot bucket with great difficulty and pulled out a dead rat. “Fish are hard to come by, here in the Warrens.” She said simply, slipping the carcass through the bars of cage that was roughly man sized. The contents were obscured by utter and complete darkness, much like the soul of this author. Suddenly the cage rattled and shook. Snarls, grunts and crunching bones could be heard, followed by the cooing sound of a satiated penguin. She haphazardly tossed another dead rat into the cage.

“I’ve been with Mork, for a very long time.” She said. “The penguin cannot be removed from the man.”

Mitch understood all to well the sentiment. He too, could never be separated from the cat. And oddly enough, Special Snowflakes can rarely be separated from the lack of respect they create for themselves with their horri-bad characters, eye-rolling back stories and asinine story arcs.

Mitch started yacking.  “Kcccccth, Kccccccccth, Kccccccccccccccth, Bleeegh,” and coughed up a fur-ball. He picked out the hair, undigested MeowMix and grass and found what he was looking for. Credits. Mindy instinctively started heaving. She turned away.  “This one is willing to pay one hundred thousand for the oddity.” He said.

Her head snapped back. She had never been offered so much for the mutant. “Sold.” She said, swiping the money from the cats claw. She coveted the money, stroking it, cooing at it as she dissolved into the shadows. Mitch’s keen ears faintly heard her say “…my precious….”

Mitch purred. He was happy and Mork made that "mraaah" penguin sound from his cage. The cat man pushed the cage out of the hovel, across the warrens, through the farmers market, past the bar, through the 24 Hour Fitness and ultimately laid the thing to rest in his cargo hold. He climbed into pilots seat and darted through the mail slot. He boosted his way out, and flew off into the sunset, thus ending this special little story.

And if your wondering what happened to poor forgotten Jose, lets just say some R.O.U.S made short work of him.

((Special Thanks to Cartlidge1000, Luke3107 and SG Cersed 1 for allowing me to shoehorn this into their existing RP.))


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28 Oct 2016, 2:00pm
Stryker of course was being detained. As a witness to what had just transpired he was being questioned by the same pedant questions one would typically receive in that situation.

“Did you see what happened?” and “Do you know them?” Where among  a few. He did name drop Cartlidge as the person that lobbed the grenade, and gave a full detailed account of the person. But buy and large, the whole thing was drab, and he wished he could just get a bloody drink.

Meanwhile,

Lilith was transported to the medical ward. She was immediately taken to emergency. The type of wound and its proximity to the heart and other major arteries made her case severe. He doctor was Doctor Glaboski.

Doctor Glaboski was a fine physician and surgeon. He had graduated at the top of his class. He was currently conducting research furthering the cause of medicine and served on a board of health care providers ushering in new innovated techniques. His bedside manners were impeccable. But he also had a quirk. At times he could be a bit of a control freak. This trait sometimes worked in the favor of his profession as he wouldn’t budge on a prescribed course of action, even if the hospital administration was only concerned about the credits involved. But it also made him hard to work with at times.

Lilith was in recovery and still under anesthetics. Dr. Glaboski liked to make sure they were good and out during nano-reconstruction. Papers had indicated that patients even slightly aware during the post procedure could suffer from minor to acute phantom pains, and he didn’t like to see his patients suffer needlessly.

It was about two in the morning. Lilith laid on the recovery bed, out of it. The anesthetics still being pumped into her body. The bio-monitors beeping and clicking away. All was well. The door creaked open and the tall thin, dark haired doctor stepped into the dimmed room. He had his clip board and a small black medical bag.  He closed the door and stood next to his patient.

“Well, your looking good,” he said quietly to the unconscious woman, “recovery is going well, you should be out of here within 12 hours.” He leaned over her and took her pulse for a minute, and jotted the number down. Then he wrapped the spygmomometer around her arm. He puffed it up and watched the needle come back down recording her blood pressure. “You look very much like my ex.” He said quietly, brushing a bang from her face.

“She was a good woman,” He continued to say, peering down at her face. He brushed that with the back of his had. “She left me you know. Susan. She left me. Said I was manipulative and controlling.” He sighed, now tracing an ear. “She ripped my heart out…. Took it and stomped on it. Oh, Susan, why did you do that?” He traced her lips. “Susan, I loved you so much. So much, you will never know…” He bent down and brought up the black bag, placing it on the bed. He opened it.

He pulled out a metal tray and placed it on the bed. Next a wicked looking scalpel, then some tongs. “You killed me that day, Susan.” He said in a cold quiet voice, leaning into Lilith’s ear. He stood back up straight, peering down at her. He pulled out a surgical mask and affixed it to his face with a snap. Next he pulled out a small cylinder that was jet black. He pulled the lid off, and turned the barrel. A bright red object protruded from it.

“All I wanted from you Susan was for you to wear Fantasy Red. It was that simple. Just Fantasy Red, but no, you had to wear Chantel’s Rose. Why? Why couldn’t you do what I wanted?” He leaned over and carefully applied the lipstick to her lips. He worked with the precision of a surgeon. He pulled the tube away and admired his work for a moment. “There Susan, see how nice that is on you. Now some blush. Yes, lets try the Cocoa Heaven….” He pulled out a compact and dabbed the applicator. He worked on the woman’s cheeks. “You see, its not that hard to do what I want. It’s quite simple.” He pulled out eyeliner and applied that while humming some sort of tune. The life measuring machines beeping away in the background as he continued his work.

He had finished applying the mascara. Something dark and alluring when he stepped back. He cocked his head. The job he had done to her would rival any professional makeup artist. Runway style. “Your so beautiful Susan.” He cooed, “this is the way I wanted you. And now I’ll preserve it forever…” He stepped back and pulled out a hand held imaging device. He took a picture of just her face, and only her face. He took a moment to compare it to a half dozen or so other women he had made up in the likeness of his ex. He smiled then pocked the device.

He pulled out a small bottle of cold cream and some gauze pads. Working quickly he removed all traces of his work. Once done, he put all his instruments back into the bag followed by the mask. He gave Lilith’s head one last stroke and made for the door. Upon opening, Nurse Matilda Hobbles bumped into him. She had been looking down at her clipboard not paying attention.

“Ooph, Oh, Doctor! I’m so sorry I didn’t see you there.”

“Oh, no worries Matilda. It happens all the time. In fact if I had a credit for every time that happened, I wouldn’t have to work.” He chuckled.

She smiled back. “I was just coming in to take…”

“Vitals?” He asked. “Already got them.” He chuckled again as he gave the information to the nurse.

“I don’t know how you do it doctor? Take care of the patients, work on the health care reform, do all that research, and still find time to help us out.”

He smiled again. “I love what I do, besides, I know how hard you nurses work, and how under recognized it goes….”

“Oh, your such a charmer,” She smiled. “Well your defiantly a blessing to have around here.”

“I try….” He said walking away. “Oh, and Nurse?”

“Yes?” she asked.

“Once she is out of sedation, get her ready to move out of here and over to Reconstructive. Her hand needs to be patched up. Dr. Hallowitz will be in charge of her care there.”

“Very well.”


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