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.
16 May 2021, 10:01am
JB strolled into the room. Not too close to Creamy but he didn't want to be stranded in the middle of the room. He folded his arms with his pistol hidden under the front of his duster, not wanting to draw the attention of the guards on the upper level.

The client, Creamy, seemed to be getting away with his impression of the bearded guide... it made JB think how bad this Creamy's past fortnight must've been under the boot of arseholes like him.

Either way, he seemed to be successful with his ruse which was good for JB and Creamy and, right now, it was good for the guy in the big chair.

JB got the message through his comms from Ina saying that she'd found the girl. Seeing the shadows of guards above them concerned JB as to how safe it would be to get them all out quietly.

JB sauntered into Creamy's eye sight, Creamy had his visor tinted but JB guessed by his head movement that he was looking in his direction. Trying to be as discrete as possible, he gave a "thumbs up" with his free hand then, with the same thumb, gestured upstairs towards the faintly lit doorway above.


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16 May 2021, 12:18pm
Seeing that reaction, Ina dropped her rifle to let it hang loosely on its belt and raised her hands, showing them in front of her. "We found a hostage, his name is Creamy, in a cell nearby, and he told us about you", she said quietly and slowly, trying to sound calming, "And we're about to get you out of here".

Woman raised her eyebrows in a slight surprise, but still was standing, pressing her back against the wall, and staring at Ina.

"Dammit... She's like... Looking at me, but don't seeing me. Too afraid. Too confused. Maybe seeing a familiar face would help her to put her thoughts together."

Ina walked a bit closer into center of the room and sat down on a floor: that might be looking strange, but she tried hard not to intimidate this already scared woman, and that leather jacket, weapons and ammo weren't helping with that. It's hard to convince a hostage to believe you, if you are disguised to look as a pirate faction enforcer. But there was a slow progress, however. Seeing that Ina wasn't doing any harmful actions and wasn't interrogating her, woman started to look more relaxed.

"What's your name?", Ina asked.

"Jacqueline..."

"Okay, Jacqueline. I'm Ina", Ina looked into her eyes again, "Let's wait for others to come. We'll gather together and then discuss the plan."

"Dammit... She's completely... Empty"


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16 May 2021, 12:49pm
JC was doing something with his thumb that looked very much like what Creamy had just done to the chap in the big chair with his middle finger. Creamy just looked at the man trying to work out what it all meant until a more emphatic movement of JC's thumb and head finally got through Creamys' incomprehension.

"Oh right.. err right, we'll go this way then.. man" Said Creamy to the room in general still using Vodans voice before hurrying along to what he hoped wasn't an occupied bathroom.

The guards closest to the slightly open door watched Creamy as he made his way, they knew there was something different about Vodan, but they couldn't quite work out what it was in the gloom.

Peering into the little room, Creamy saw Jacqueline doing her best to look small hiding in the farthest corner of the room, and Muir sitting cross-legged on the floor cooing friendly words at the captive woman. Without a thought to who else may be looking his way, Creamy ducked back, disengaged the helmet, stroked his scraggly beard, and did his magical hair flick to sort out his golden curtain of hair, then quietly entered the room getting out the way of the door but staying against the wall.

"Hello nurse" He oiled with a cocky smile "Some more good guys turned up and we're here to get you out. Do you have a pressure suit by any chance.. and a comb?" he asked stroking his itchy mess of a weeks growth.
16 May 2021, 1:37pm
JB stepped up to the doorway, mainly to shield the goings-on from the prying eyes of the guards. He noticed the girl at the back of the room and Ina sat on the floor trying to placate her.

Stopping by to rescue someone, who nobody was paying for, seemed like a massive gamble to JB. She looked so skittish she could blow the whole thing. But if his boss, Red Rose, found out he'd left a slave behind she'd have him busted down to couriering biowaste for a month.

JB stayed silent, counting guards around the landing.
16 May 2021, 8:42pm
While it was hard to believe Ina's words initially, as they sounded 'too good to be true' and Ina herself wasn't looking like someone from a rescue party, putting the facts together was helpful. She had seen a pair of people that looked much like JB and Ina arguing with Vodan and then going to Creamy's cell. And now she see all three of them here, trying to be quiet, with Creamy not just alive, but out of the bands, out of the cell, in someone else's suit. It made Jacqueline even smile a bit, relieving her from initial shock and confusion. Creamy's nothing but friendly grin, and deeply childish belief the 'the good guys always win' was infectious to her earlier and become more impactful at this strange moment. So she was smiling, looking at Ina and then at Creamy. Man who was standing in the doorway looked the same intimidating way as Ina, but she comforted herself with a thought that he was actually on their side.

"N..No...", Jacqueline answered, "Just a comb... There", she pointed at the simple metal container, looking like a shoe box, that was placed near the bed. Her hand tremor became more visible as she did that, but it was slowly fading away.

"Dammit. Looks like all of her posessions were placed inside this little box. No surprise, she's looking so much like someone who was enslaved... for a long time. That her look... Can't be wrong."

Ina stood up from the floor to take a closer look into Jacqueline's eyes.

"Shit... She's totally not alright."

"Okay", Ina said finally, "My initial plan was simple. I'm getting into the control booth, turning their turrets off, messing up their lighting and other systems here to give you a distraction, while you make your way through the building to the landing zone. Moving through the main area can be dangerous, I can give you covering fire from up there, but it would be too obvious. We have to split up. I'll turn their main area into a big party hall, so you could sneak through and find a place close to the exit, using noise and turmoil as a cover. And we can gather there finally and make our run for it. I have a lot of ammo on me, it's seven magazines, so I can hold them off for a long time. They won't be throwing grenades at their own control booth. And that man inside the booth... His suit will go to Jacqueline. So... What do you say?"

"And yeah... Creamy, do you have your meds with you?", Ina added then, "Jacqueline was helping with your recovery, we may need them on our way back."


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16 May 2021, 11:12pm
“Umm I had to give him is medication intravenously and then lock the rest away in the cells medical locker” said Jacqueline meekly offering her comb to Creamy.

Creamy raised an eyebrow at Muirs’ audacious plan, it sounded like the sort of thing he’d do if he was the fighting type. He’d escaped odds on that scale but never run into them with the intention to hold them off alone.

“Never mind that for now Miss, let’s just get you ready to go ay?” He said kindly offering his big warm hand to Jacqueline.

“If we can get to your vessel without having to open an airlock I’d be very happy, but I don’t like the idea of anyone going solo. Also, I feel it important to warn you both about the troll that lives under this bridge” said Creamy pointing at the floor.

“I’m a very skilled martial artist, but the king of this castle is.. unreal. Being caught alone by him is death”

Jacqueline nodded and took Creamys’ hand making her choice. She knew if Creamy escaped or died trying, she was finished anyway, and she didn’t want to face Vengerfield again either.

“The master IS a monster. We should leave now before he wakes up” she said closing her box and clasping it to her chest in both arms.

“It’s settled then. PJ, what do you think?” Creamy asked the man he was starting to doubt was the leader of the tiny escape committee.
17 May 2021, 12:19am
JB stepped further into the room so's not to raise his voice.

"Right, we've got you and we've got your friend..." he stated to the group, "... Muir's right but I say we try to keep this as low-key as possible. I don't know how scary The Troll is but twenty-plus hired guns gets my arse twitching more than some karate-kicking dingle. There's no other way out so we head back to the other big room. Mr Goodness..., I don't want to put you in danger but if you go and do your pantomime to the goons in there, distract them, then Muir can get to the control box and disarm the turrets outside. We need this place locked down."

JB took a second to make sure that none of the guards had moved closer to the door. If this had been a job with his own guys this would've been much easier. They just did as they were told, trying to keep this lot in line was like trying to trap a fart in a colander.

"We need to keep this quiet but the reality is that this can get very noisy very quickly. Once Muir's done we get you on the ship and get us all the fuck out of this dump sharpish. If the guns light up then we'll need Muir making it as hard for them as possible. That sound good to you, Muir?"
17 May 2021, 3:29am
"Got it", Ina nodded, "Be ready. I'll get to the controls and give you a signal through comms before I start. But...", she made a pause, thinking, then looked at Jacqueline, "...I need to take her with me... We'll grab a suit from that man... And I need a disguise to get there safe... Area is full of their troops, fighting my way through will be too long. And, JB, that man at the controls will destroy your ship at any sign of alert."

"Goddammit... I'll have to ask her to do that thing... And then the fight will start... They're all be shooting at us... Yeah, their guns are shit, can't do much on that distance... But still... How do I let her to know it?.. Crap... Crap crap crap crap! There's already enough traumas for her, let alone being pinned down with me in that box... Under the ceiling, no exit... Until I'll be done with them... But it's the only chance to get there that I see now... Shit. Shit. Stupid me. I know how it... I know what she might be thinking now... And this! Crap! I'll have to repay her... As soon as we get out of here... With whatever I can do... Damn... It's a mess..."

Ina sat on a bed near Jacqueline, and then started talking, quietly, almost whispering, trying to let her know how important her role will be, without any commanding or intimidating notes in the voice. "Jacqueline, listen to me, please... It is the first and the last thing that I'm asking you to do. But this is our chance. And yours too. I need a disguise to get into the control room. So we play an escort. It's like... I would be escorting you, to let you in, so you can look at the cameras... Like... You are lost and you want to see where the master is... And his assistants too... To sneak back to your place without being noticed. Avoiding any... Bad stuff happening. And I had found you and had to escort you there... Like, preventing an escape... Okay? All I need is this man up there opening the door for us. Then I'll put him down and you'll take his pressure suit. And you'll hide somewhere there, because I'll start firing at them. To kill. As much as I can. And I don't want them to hurt you... It's okay?"

Jacqueline was listening and nodding her head, and with every word said Ina was a bit more confident about her plan... And a bit more angry at herself. Then Jacqueline replied, "It is... It is okay. I got it. If I have to do it now... I'll do it. Play an escort, ask him to open the door, so I can look at the cameras, then this man and his suit, then...", and then Ina interrupted her. "Everything that happen afterwards is up to me. You'll better hide and stay safe. And I'll make sure many of them die for what they're doing here". Jacqueline nodded again with somewhat relieved expression.

"Okay, people", Ina stood up and placed her hands on a rifle, "We are ready to do our part. We can leave this room by pairs or all together. JB, I know you like these stealthy things, so, what's your plan?"
17 May 2021, 12:12pm
Creamy was grateful that the people who had come for him were willing to help the nurse as well. He was starting to believe they could be the real thing and not just another trick to break Creamys' will. If this was a trick, these two could have a great career in the holos with acting skills that good.

“Here, take this coat Ms Muir” said Creamy taking off Vodans’ big fur-lined greatcoat. “You're tall enough to look like the man at a glance if you hide your lines and remember men walk from the thighs, not the hips”
Like your attractive sashay, Creamy added to himself.
“Or our new friend could benefit from its warmth perhaps” he said with a slight bow to the nurse.

“Now then” he continued jerking a thumb towards the big chair “give me a moment to get that lots’ attention, then slip out quietly. I look forward to meeting you again after a daring escape. Ladies”

With a formal bow, Creamy shut his helmet again and strode out to be, as was his want, the center of attention. He trotted down towards the man in the chair letting his mag-boots clank a little and nodded to the men above.

“Alright.. dude? Still at it huh, I guess” Sounding like a raider was harder them Creamy imagined it would be.

Dyson slowly turned his head to look at Creamy via Vodan.

“Dan, you alright? Your acting like a dick”

“Yes I’m.. well, no I did say I have a bad head. Give me a break man”

Dyson got back to his work as Creamy sat on the table full of technical-looking equipment and cables that snaked off into the darkness.

“A temperature too by the looks of it; I hardly ever see you without that damn coat. You should get that hot nurse to have a look at you” Dyson looked up again. “Hey, where are the other two?”

Creamy took a moment to think of something “In the.. pisser. I’m not escorting them everywhere man”

Dyson was starting to squint at Creamy as if he was on the verge of working out Creamys’ deception. Without the coat, it was probably easy to see how tight the pressure suit was; after all, Creamy could feel it endangering his chances of continuing the family name. He had to do something to change the techs’ focus.

“What's this?” asked Creamy picking up a random item from the table.

He’d picked up a big black box with a moulded handle on each side and a bundle of cables connecting it to other things on the desk. Moving it had caused many things to slide along the desk as he turned the thing in his hands.

“What the fuck man!” exclaimed Dyson “That’s the fucking covas I’ve been working on for over a week now. Put it down before the Shatow Diff program does something else to ruin my day”

“It’s Château D'If” Said Creamy forgetting himself.

Dyson looked at his friend in a new light. “When did you go get ya self an education and a hoyti-toity accent to match?” asked Dyson parodying an upper-crust accent. “You and Vengerfield get together often to discuss the merits of Alex Dumass’ writings?”

Creamy almost fell off the desk in the face of such ignorance. Creamy enjoyed the books written by Alexandre Dumas, well more accurately, the holo adaptations. His books were really thick and looked like an effort to read.

“I like the holos’ actually” answered Creamy remembering to use Vodans’ voice “Château D'If is where the four gunmen of the apocalypse rescued the emperor of France from the man in the magic mask who was working with The Red Cardinal to steal the throne”

It was Dysons' turn to be offended. He’d just spent a lot of time familiarising himself with the stories of Dumas, and Vodan had just managed to butcher all of the popular ones in a single sentence.

“I think you need to go for a laydown dude. You’re not well. You go get some rest and I’ll get into his Ninette program, that way we won’t need Goodness anymore”

On hearing the name of his PA program, and thinking of this greasy little man getting into it, Creamy bristled. If this man did get into the covas, he would know every system Creamy had visited, and communication he had sent since installing this version of Ninette. That would be about a years’ worth of data putting both Nerys and Amata in danger.

On top of that, he wasn’t about to sit by and let Ninette get violated. Creamy was well aware it was just a program, but it had been looking after Creamy for almost six years. He couldn’t help feeling like it, she, needed rescuing.

“I say, that’s my covas!” Escaped from Creamy before he could stop himself.

Dyson looked at him startled as the penny dropped and he reached for his pistol. Creamy swung the covas at Dysons’ head and felt happy that Ninette had knocked the guy out of the big chair. Creamy didn’t waste any time. He hooked Dyson out of the air with a gentle sweeping roundhouse and once he was in the right place, kicked him hard into the two men on the catwalk above and started running back to JB.

As he reached the steps, electric bolts crackled in his path when the four guards he hadn’t seen opened fire. Creamy stumbled back into a mess the cables, still connected to his covas had swept off the desk. As he pulled the cables from their sockets, Creamy ran under the catwalk so two of the men couldn’t get a line on him. With stun bolts cracking around him, Creamy sprinted for the airlock.

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A sound like a large plastic box hitting someone in the head woke Vengerfield from his sleep. By the time the gunshots started, he was already putting his helmet ring on.


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17 May 2021, 1:49pm



"Saud Kruger Sierra, Alpha, Victor. Landing authorised, proceed to the landing pad 02".

Meanwhile, no one of importance seemed to have noticed the black dolphin making it's way towards the outpost. Unfortunately for JB, All parties making up the Imperial Corsairs operate on a network of mutual trust. Naturally, someone informed Don Saverio that some outsider used his credentials to grant himself a safe passage, and a landing clearance within The Corsair territory.

The ship touched down gently on the landing pad. The hangar bay was filled by a loud hiss as the ship's airlock slowely opened. Few moments later, a dozen men hastily exited the vessel. An impressive design of their suits was something atypical in those parts of the system, and thus, very noticeable. It was blatantly obvious to figure out their allegiance. The men didn't try to hide the fact that they were armed, either. After a long few seconds of silence, one of them finally spoke:

-"Whose in charge of this dump?!"


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17 May 2021, 5:31pm
JB had decided to hang back in the shadows as Creamy went down to distract the inhabitants of the room. JB wasn't entirely sure what this Creamy's plan was supposed to have been but, whilst JB was still on the upper balcony trying to avoid the guards' patrols, Creamy had hit the man in the big chair with a COVAS and was now running from a hail of stun-charges.

"Jesus Malverde!" JB cursed under his breath and ran up to the closest guard that was shooting down at Creamy. The balcony fizzed with occasional light from the electric bolts being shot at The Runaway Lordling but it wasn't enough for the distracted guards to notice JB run up behind one of them.

JB grabbed the guard's chin with his left hand whilst his gun-sporting right arm wrapped around his target's neck. Swiftly, JB brought his knee across and into the small of the guard's back... JB could feel the familiar crack of the guard's pelvis fracturing. A swift toe-poke to the inside of the guard's boots disengaged the maglocks.

The scream of pain from the guard was clearly audible through the guards' closed-comms as JB saw the other goons look around to his side of the balcony.

With the neutralised guard no longer attached to the gantry, JB picked him up and ran with him as a shield towards the second guard on his side of the balcony. JB could feel the thuds and electric tingles as his shield soaked up the stun charges. With his head ducked behind the lifeless body, JB reached his pistol around it, pointed towards the other guard and began firing blindly at him.

JB wasn't entirely sure how many shots he'd landed on the second guard, but JB felt the returning rounds stop before he reached him. He charged the first guard into the second guard and let them both slump to the ground. JB had hoped that he'd done enough to draw some of the attention away from Creamy and the room with Muir and the slave girl. He hadn't, the guard's on the other side we're still firing wildly at Creamy.

Disengaging his own maglocks, JB vaulted over the railing and dropped down in the lesser gravity to the fighting pit below. Firing off covering shots at the guard's still up on the balcony, JB dashed towards Creamy, electric bolts hitting around him.


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17 May 2021, 9:27pm
Somewhere in the Synuefe Sector

The Misadventure jumps into orbit around a flaming star, replenishing its fuel and skirting the line between safety and danger. It breaks away, traversing the void... heading to cold, deep space where nothing has the right to be.

But something was. Ancient. Powerful. Alive.

With a blink, the Krait Mk II enters normal space. Looking before it is a Guardian Beacon, a sight that few would ever see. From within it's bridge, Michael nods at the mammoth structure.

"There it is, Katie. The first stop. And it's got something we need."



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18 May 2021, 3:52am
"4...3....2...1...ENGAGE"

The ship launched into Hyperspace. Stars, multi-colored clouds and a myriad of colors passed by. In a matter of seconds the ship dropped out of hyperspace and supercruise engaged and Sam began aligning the ship with a small white dot labeled "Oberth Station".

"Alright here we are, it'll be a bit like I said so we can engage Cruise assist and step away. Wanna play some cards? Or just relax and watch the stars of the passing planets? Up to you. At any rate, are you okay?"

Sam waited for a response in his pilot's chair.
18 May 2021, 7:53am
Veronica looks at the silhouetted form of the Guardian beacon ahead of the Misadventure.

"Something we need?" she repeats, a hint of awe and wonder in her voice. "What, you mean it's full of chocolate biscuits? Just kiddin', mate. Bit dark, though, innit?"

She activates her canopy's night vision, and the lines of the beacon are immediately picked out in a green glow. Veronica nods in satisfaction, then sniffs.

"From this angle it looks like a vase my mum an' dad used to 'ave. Weddin' present, I think it was. Mum wasn't 'alf upset when it got broke. Dad wasn't too bothered, though. He 'ated the wretched thing."

Veronica looks down at her holo-dashboard.

"No unusual readings. Nothing else on the sensors. We're all alone an' cosy. Is this the bit where the shootin' starts, then?"
18 May 2021, 8:55am
Michael nods.

"It's something, alright. And yeah. There's three points that seem to regulate energy flow. Take them out and the structure...reacts. Sloppy, but it gets the job done. Deploying hardpoints."

A trio of large-caliber multicannon emerges from the Krait's hull, along with a pair of Pack-hound missile launchers from the mandibles, underslung like the bridge. Ridge maneuvers the Misadventure to one floating extremity, a dull cyan glow pulsing along alien design.

"That's it. Engaging in three... two..."

His finger squeezes the trigger.


Last edit: 18 May 2021, 9:32am

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ROLEPLAY ONLY! Respect the universe settings!
If you are new here, please try to at least partially involve in the ongoing stories and conversations instead of establishing a completely different "arc". You can always turn it to a different story later.