Elite roleplay: Off station

OFF STATION

Your ship, deep space, anything that is not happening inside the Citi Gateway or Ingaba...

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.
10 Apr 2018, 1:13am
Adam laughs and nods, finishing his drink. "Did she now?" The explorer says with a soft grin. He motions about aimlessly above his head with an open hand. "I wish you the best of luck then. If you ask me stuff will come to a head."

He nodded to himself then looks back to Phisto. "Your group?"
10 Apr 2018, 1:59am
Phisto grins wide at the chance to talk about his motley crew.  

"Newton's Fusiliers.  Deadliest sons of bitches in the Bubble."  He turns and picks up his now refreshed drink and sips it.

"Something need shot, blown up, or just generally reduced to mayhem we're the ones to call!"
10 Apr 2018, 10:17pm
Adam laughs once. "I'll be sure to take note of the name." The explorer replies with a grin.

He leans back and lets out a sigh, slouching back down into his chair slightly. "I have to say, I'm not totally looking forward to heading back to the Bubble on my own. Going to be a somewhat long trip."
11 Apr 2018, 12:10am
Phisto playfully punches Adam on the shoulder.

"Why's that? Thought you'd be used to 'em by now anyway."
11 Apr 2018, 1:12pm
Chuckling, the explorer lets out another sigh. He shrugs a bit helplessly before letting a long breath out his nose.

"I'm use to 'em, believe me." He replies with a short nod. "But, like you, a lot of stuff has changed recently. Might be looking to make a few changes of my own, so to speak."

His head lazily turned to Phisto. "Going to re-purpose that Krait my sister had. Get it back up and running." A slight frown comes to Adam's lips. "Thing's been sitting in a hangar for who knows how long. Think it might be about time."
12 Apr 2018, 11:17pm



Blackmount Orbital hovers in deep space, the glows of various ships coming and going in a never-ending line. The crudely-constructed station is in reality no station at all, but a hollowed-out asteroid of appropriate size, stuffed with the man-made technology that makes human life possible within its massive interior.

In any normal sense, Blackmount would have been the front line in humanity’s war against the Thargoids. Yet this conflict is anything but normal; battle lines are a human contrivance, their adversities not at all bound to honor such a convention. For months they’ve been making their way ever closer to the Core, engaging Aegis facilities and those bold or foolish enough to deal in xeno technology. The ancient threat strikes everywhere and nowhere; neither species can communicate to the other save with the universal language of violence.  

One ship among many sets down within Blackmount’s rocky docking tube. It is a Fer de Lance, its white paint marred by quick-fabbed armor patches and the sickly green burns of Thargoid acid missiles. Adorning its hard points are experimental weapons, based on preexisting human concepts but augmented with half-understood Guardian technology. The entry ramp lowers, and a man descends its length. Already ground crews are at work to repair the damage that the ship has sustained; it and its pilot would need to be ready to head back out as soon as possible.  

Matthew Victor Lehman, Elite-rated commander of the fabled Pilot’s Federation, turns to behold his environment. There’s no uniformity to be found, ships of every size and model coming and going. The same is true of his compatriots- young and old, idealistic and hard-bitten, those motivated by glory or credits or duty- they're all here, all crammed into the rock called Blackmount Orbital.



His mission is a success; Lehman’s wing has felled several Thargoid scouts and one of the Medusa-class full-sized ships. Yet there is no joy among the pilots, no cheers or sense of satisfaction. One of their number is forever entombed with their quarry, a newjack who despite their words of warning flew into the caustic cloud left by every dying Thargoid ship, too eager to harvest its leftover components for himself. His death screams still sound in the pilot’s ears, his ship and body alike slowly dissolved by the alien substance. Nor might Lehman ever fly with the same men and women again; wings on Blackmount are ad hoc affairs, with neither time nor desire for the disparate commanders to form lasting bonds.

Yet the real conflict rages within the man’s heart. Ground crew and fellow pilots alike know to not disturb him; solitude is the one luxury that the wings of an Elite can purchase in a place like Blackmount. Fumbling in his jacket pocket, he pulls out a dataslate and activates it, bypassing the payment screen in favor of something more intimate.

A grainy holo-image of a woman shimmers into view. The man isn’t comforted at the vision of beauty, the pain in his eyes only deepening. He swallows and finally speaks, his backwater drawl a low growl.



“Reckon you were right after all, darlin’,” he says. “It’s a big universe, and anything can happen.”



OOC: thanks to the amazing Simon Datura for the holo-ized image at the bottom!

And in case anyone needed some backstory, here it is!


Last edit: 13 Apr 2018, 5:56am
13 Apr 2018, 9:52am
Kyla, slumped on her pilot's seat as much as it would allow her stares at her dataslate, reading a mediocre e-book as her ship sped through witchspace, one jump from HIP 17692, headed for Blackmount Orbital.

"What did I see in this title again?" she murmurs to herself as she flicks to the next page. "This is trashy. Teenage me has terrible taste."

She lowers her dataslate and stares out the window as wispy clouds zoom past her canopy and she sighs. The trip to the Pleiades is nowhere near as long as her botched attempt at Colonia, but it is still longer than what she is used to.

At least I am almost there.

Her trance is broken when the ship rattles and spins, while the hull makes creaking noises.

"What the fuck?"

Moonshot jerks violently as it tears out of hyperspace, tumbling while she attempts to gain control. After a battle between her and her joystick, the ship steadies and she pulls the throttle back, bringing the ship to relative rest. She looks around frantically while her heart races like a train pounding down the tracks.

"This can't be right... There's no star here? What just..."

Her HUD flickers and fizzles out, leaving her canopy pitch black while stars dot the scenery around her and the ship goes silent. She attempts to initiate a reboot sequence to bring her ship back online, but the vessel remains still and dark. So my ship decided to die in the middle of nowhere. Just perfect. She throws her dataslate on her lap in defeat.

An object catches the corner of her eye, gliding against the speckled backdrop into view.  She turns her head toward the object and freezes in place while her jaw drops. Her vision narrows to the drifting object. It resembles the familiar flower shape from the news bulletins, and a green glow surrounded it while eerie orange trails radiated and twisted from behind it.

The object turns toward her and comes to a stop and the "petals" of the vessel in front of her glows a bright yellow/orange, flooding her canopy with bright light. Seconds feel like hours as the center of the ship lights up, sending a beam streaming straight toward her.

I did say I would rather die to one of these things than one of those thugs... Kyla closes her eyes as the beam engulfs Moonshot. I guess I got my preferred outcome,

Kyla takes in a deep breath in anticipation of her impending demise. The yellow/orange glow fades. Kyla opens her eyes, looking out the window of her ship and the vessel before her turns and glides toward the starry backdrop. Puzzled, she lets out the air in her lungs. The ship vanishes in a bright green flash.

"What just... I was dead... Am I dead? What the hell just... Oh gods!"

The hud flickers back into life and the low hum of her engines fills the canopy once more. Kyla selects her destination again and jamS the throttle forward, sending her back into her seat with the rapid acceleration. The familiar count down of her Frame Shift Drive does little to calm her.

Blackmount Orbital, HIP 17692

"I need a drink." Kyla says to the bar tender. "Something gods damn strong."

Her face, still pale from her encounter, darts around the place, looking for someone, anyone, who might listen to what just happened. She accidently makes eye contact with a man, sitting at a nearby table with his dataslate out. She grabs her drink off the bar counter and strides toward him with a frantic pace.

"You don't know me," she says to him, her voice trembling. "But... Holy shit I should be dead right now."


Last edit: 13 Apr 2018, 10:03am
13 Apr 2018, 10:18am
Matt looks to his side, irritated that his solitude is broken.

"Yeah," he growls. "Join the club."
13 Apr 2018, 10:35am
Kyla pauses and knocks back her drink in one go.

"Right," she says. "We're all here for the aliens. But I'm not here for them. I was supposed to come here, drop some supplies off and go back. But that thing. Why didn't it just blast me to a million pieces? I don't have guns on my ship. How did it manage to turn everything on my ship off? Why did I agree to coming here??"
13 Apr 2018, 10:39am
Lehman exhales, fearing that the chatty young woman was parked next to him for good.

"Because you didn't give it a reason to. And because ask the damn eggheads. And because someone convinced you to."

He turns back to his drink.


Last edit: 13 Apr 2018, 10:45am
13 Apr 2018, 10:44am
Kyla takes a deep breath. "It didn't take that much convincing, actually... Not with... Well... I had my reasons. Not sure if coming face to face with an alien was worth it though."
13 Apr 2018, 10:48am
Matt glances to his side.

"Ain't nobody's come face-to-face with one of them yet, at least not that I've heard. And judging from their ships they ain't gonna win any beauty contests, either."

He pauses, his eyes dull.

"It's good that you made it, though. You weren't hauling any Old Sol, were you?"
13 Apr 2018, 10:50am
Kyla stares into her empty glass. "If I was, I doubt I'd have any left after that. I need another, speaking of. Is that your poison?"
13 Apr 2018, 10:54am
Lehman raised his glass. It was already empty, the ice cubes not even melted. His face had an unhealthy tinge to it.

"Used to be. Blackmount ain't exactly Lave Station. We take what we can get."
13 Apr 2018, 10:59am
"I don't even know what I had," Kyla says, "I just said I want something strong and gulped down whatever they gave me."

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