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.
14 Nov 2024, 4:49am
Maul looked dumbfounded. “You just waltzed outta there?!” Everything had happened so quickly and he had no reason not to believe Vasil. The man had been nothing but honest with him from the beginning. “If that’s true, that false report shit must have came down the pipeline after Anderson’s head was turned to synth-cheese by some NMLA loon.” He shook his head in disbelief as he roughly recounted his side of the events. “Then I offed the loon, stole this suit and hijacked an AV to get here.”

“Needless to say, I did not receive your message.”
14 Nov 2024, 5:26am
"Okay, I did not exactly walk out with a handshake, an apology, and whistling a happy tune," admitted Vasil. "The guard that changed-I mean updated-the records was about to watch me suffocate when he realized ERS had helped his sister, and we were probably not the Marlinists they believed us to be. But all of that did not happen until after the explosion."

Vasil tooks a deep breath, trying to figure out how everything fit together. "The NMLA ass that shot your interrogator must have offed mine as well, but I never saw who did it. I was running around trying to find help for the guy when the breech occurred."

He looked to Willow. "Maul deleted a Neo Marlinist and stole an AV. What did you do that is going to be difficult to explain if it is ever revealed," he asked in that dry way he had that sometimes made it difficult to know when he was joking. "Murder a half dozen people and blow up a security depot?"


Last edit: 14 Nov 2024, 5:32am
14 Nov 2024, 8:56am
Willow couldn't quite remember how she got to the central corridor of the corporate retreat. Bits of the experience came to her, but it was like trying to remember a holo-show she hadn't really been watching.

"Um, so there was this guy, and he was all like, take your clothes off. And I was like no way, right? So we had to wait for this other girl to get there, and then there was a breach I guess and everyone was all, oh wow, what do we do?" Explained Willow looking for a first aid kit. Most ships had one in the cockpit.

As she put on a pair of latex gloves from the opened red cross box, Willow carried on telling the guys what she could remember.

"So I guess we all got into pressure suits, and like, went looking for a safe area, you know? At some point they were all, go this way, or something, like go left, or whatever. So yeah, I was like sure, okay, that's what I'll do, and like, I went right, giving them the slip"

By now, Willow had a sterile wipe on Maul's face so she could get a good look at his injuries.

"Mostly just bruising Maul, and like, nothing worth stitches, but I'd need an x-ray to see about your torso" she informed the black and blue hacker before continuing what she could remember.

"Um, so after that, I found a good place to wait and watch, and like, that's when Maul spotted me" That about covered it as far as Willow could remember. It had been a very stressful experience, and she really didn't want to tread that ground again.

"Ok so, Vee. You got any good anti-inflammatory and painkillers? Some of those and a like, a scattering of Band-Aids and this guy'll be fine"


Last edit: 14 Nov 2024, 1:49pm
14 Nov 2024, 11:18am
Kasumi Goto"So, then, where would we find, turret controls? If not here."


"I have no idea... but I remember that one of the lowest floors in the elevator was labeled Command Center. If we can't find the turret controls here, they might be in this Command Center, whatever that exactly is."

In the current situation, a guess was as good as any, but it seemed safe to assume that we might find a way to sabotage the facility's power supply and thereby cause its destruction in the Power Plant section. I shared this thought with my companion.

"Although, maybe a visit to the station with the telling name Power Plant would be sufficient. Without power, even the best turrets can't fire. Furthermore, we could try to destroy the facility by sabotaging the reactor."

I wiped the blood-soaked gloves of my suit on one of the dead officer's pant legs and stood up.

"Damn. I look like a surgeon after an operation... Anyway, what do you think we should do next?"
14 Nov 2024, 12:14pm
“Then, we should, go there.”, I suggested. “Command, more likely, to hold controls.”

“And reactor. I, still think, overload. Maybe, destroy cooling, and failsafes.”

I looked at the consoles here in a certain way, feeling tempted to wreck them with the applied means of a few dozen bullets. But perhaps it was a better idea to first check if there were any means of turning off - other- internal security measures and defenses first, before doing that and rendering the room unusable.

So I pointed at one of the consoles, but without saying anything and the facial expression hidden, that might have looked a bit cryptic.
14 Nov 2024, 2:28pm
Willow Thorn "Ok so, Vee. You got any good anti inflammatory and painkillers? Some of those and a like, a scattering of Band-Aids and this guy'll be fine"


"What old guy doesn't have pain killers? There should be some naproxen in my stateroom just down the hall. It's probably not expired."

It's not that he was particularly old, but spending the majority of his life out in the deep black meant that receiving routine health and life-extending treatments such as progenitor cell injections was less of a routine for him. It was more along the lines of spot treatments during irregular doctor visits when there was a particular ache or pain he could no longer shrug off with the help of OTC medicines.

"Assuming what I was told about the records being changed to be true, I doubt we'll have any future issues. Besides, the station is dealing with larger problems right now. Still, I do not recommend taking any vacations to Golden Jackal just in case."
14 Nov 2024, 2:47pm
"Like, yeah. totally. That thing was a whole situation, right?"

Willow paused at the door "So, let's get my ship, and like, get back on track finding this guy. We'll see what my wake compiler program says, and like, find out if it cross-references with what you guys data-mined"

"And dude, like, get some ice on your face. Like, you'll have trouble squeezing it into a helmet if you don't"

With that, Willow went to search Vasil's stateroom. She wasn't nosey exactly, but who didn't like permission to poke around someone's private spaces?
14 Nov 2024, 3:51pm
The Umbrella had been in storage for a long time, and that was evident in each of the three crew staterooms being spartan, utilitarian spaces, more military than civilian, with none of them showing any individualization. Only one room looked to be used, and that was because Vasil had left a storage cabinet open where he had placed the suit issued to him on Golden Jackal.

The painkillers were in the head, unopened and out of date by a few months. Compared to the Always Lost, the cluttered interior of which held memories like a well-lived-in home, the Umbrella was antiseptic and cold, nothing but a tool.

On the plus side, if Willow had been performing repairs, the Umbrella’s default COVAS would not ask Vasil for permission to eliminate the invasive lifeform crawling through the maintenance scuttles, like Jefferson had done on the Always Lost.

“We haven’t had a chance to look at any data,” Vasil called out so Willow could hear him. “You know, with the damsel in distress call.”
14 Nov 2024, 6:12pm
Kasumi GotoSo I pointed at one of the consoles, but without saying anything and the facial expression hidden, that might have looked a bit cryptic.


I nodded, understanding the silent message., and approached the console cautiously, scanning for any signs of traps or hidden defenses. Since the scan did not identify any kind of threat, I activated the console. Its screen flickered to life, displaying a complex array of controls and readouts.

“Let’s see if we can find something useful,” I muttered, fingers dancing over the keys. The interface was unfamiliar, but with a bit of trial and error, I managed to navigate through the menus.

“There,” I pointed to a sub-menu labeled ‘Security Protocols’. “That looks promising.”

I selected the option, and a list of active security measures appeared. I quickly disabled all internal defenses, hoping it would give us a better chance of reaching the lower levels of the facility without further incident.

Suddenly, the screen went dark, and a cold, mechanical voice echoed through the room. “Unauthorized access detected. Initiating lockdown protocol.”

The console lit up again, this time displaying a menacing face. “You think you can outsmart me? I control every system in this facility. Your efforts are futile. You're nothing but scum compared to me.”

“We don’t have time for this,” I said, glancing at my companion. “We need to get moving before this thing manages to send an outbound alarm. We are in no position to encounter loads of enemy reinforcements!”

The face on the screen twisted into a cruel smile. “You won’t make it. I’ve already deactivated all elevators and reactivated the internal defenses. You’re trapped.”

Ignoring the taunts, I continued to work on the console, searching for a way to bypass the lockdown. Then I gave up.

“Maybe you have a better chance to override that thing.” I said to my companion, hoping her hacking device could solve the problem. So far, it never let us down.
14 Nov 2024, 6:42pm
I walked up to this newest projection, pouting in its face, almost wanting to stick mine into it in complete mockery and defiance. But that wasn't why I was coming close to this console, didn't want to smash my head into the screen anyway.

"You are nothing. How would you like, some fun, with my friend?"

And I plugged my tool into a physical access port that couldn't be sealed off. Nor had its power been cut yet. EDI would register that connection in an instant and kick that idiot program right out. But it probably was rooted in a server which only the command center had access to, so I could only permanently shut it down from there. Unfazed and unimpressed, I turned toward my companion again.

"You know, that, called itself... 'Zara Black Ice', was it? Somehow, sounds, familiar."

I couldn't quite put down what about it seemed so, however.
yesterday, 3:51pm
"Hmmm... do you think we've encountered this thing or something similar before? Are you referring to Lab 23?"

I couldn't immediately recall any other instance where we faced serious resistance from a computer. The issues at the abandoned Janus Medical Research Centre or the Abel Laboratories were more likely caused by the misdeeds of the NMLA terrorist Cassia Verda. I pondered briefly as we waited for the hacking tool to lift the lockdown, which I hoped it would be capable of.

"I'm not sure... but... there might be a connection. Perhaps one is a copy or an advancement of the other...?"

This aspect of highly advanced technology was a real plague. Computer stuff that replicated or was replicated could pose a terrible problem. No wonder sentient AI was banned, and all the major powers agreed on this, even if they rarely saw eye to eye otherwise. Perhaps the data storage device with the strange symbol that we had taken from the dead officer would shed some light on the matter later.
yesterday, 3:59pm
"I, don't know." I shrugged. "Can only say, the name... somehow, is familiar."

I, or we, had to have encountered it recently for it to be familiar. But I could not be sure... beginning to think out loud, I laid down my thought process. Or at least part of it, wandering around a little as I did so. Nothing better to do while EDI worked against that at least partially sentient program.

"Zara... Zara... where, did we meet that name ..."
yesterday, 4:14pm
"Zara... I vaguely remember that we came across this name at the Janus Medical Research Centre... wasn't there something about a photo and Cassia Verda's log?"

It didn't come to mind immediately because we didn't encounter an adversary with that name at the time. The name was merely mentioned.

"Cassia's sister, if I recall correctly, although I'm not entirely sure if that was meant biologically. There was that sort of shrine with the testament or whatever that was. And chemical substances for bomb-making, like those the NMLA used in the Nine Martyr Bombings. We destroyed everything, including the stolen Helix we found there..."
yesterday, 4:26pm
"Maybe... just coincidence, then."

It certainly didn't stand to reason to think there was any kind of connection between the two. Even the conspiracy-oriented part of my brain found it ridiculous that any sort of connection could exist between the two, other than probable mutual hatred, so it was likely just someone with a penchant for the name that chose a weird designation for... whatever this program and its purpose was.

The thing seemed like it'd been designed poorly or with a strong distaste for anybody opposing Azimuth's goals, anyway, so I wouldn't hesitate much to wipe it clean off the face of the universe. I turned toward my hacking tool again, thinking it should've been done by now already.

"Are you done soon?"
yesterday, 4:49pm
"Whatever this is, it seems remarkably resilient and persistent. Looks like your hacking device is still working on it..."
I had just said that when the face displayed on the console screen began to change. First, it distorted, then the outlines blurred completely before the image burst apart.

"NOOO! You can't... aeeeeroooooooooeeeeeEEEEEEEEK"

A kind of scream, followed by what sounded like the death throes of electronic circuits, was the last we saw and heard from that Zara thing.

"At some point, you'll have to tell me the story of how you got hold of this hacking tool. It's truly impressive..." I cleared my throat, clearly pleased with the result.

"Now, if the elevators are back online and the internal defenses are down, we should get moving..."

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