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.
06 May 2021, 1:45pm
"He was looking relieved, even smiled a bit, when I told him about changing the line of work... From fixing things to breaking them apart. Perhaps, he have a plan already. Or had one, but it need to be changed a bit now. So that little recruiting mistake wasn't such a derailing. Of course I know nothing yet."

"At first I thought...", said Ina, who was still sitting relaxed in a co-pilot seat, watching the stars. It looked like she could do it for hours, even with a static picture, no matter how stirred and scurrying were things around her. Stars were one of her favourite things to look at, even before she became a pilot. It was calming. And perfectly fit for that mechanism within her, which allowed to keep distance from the fuss and guide her usual stream of thoughts to something useful or just pleasant. "...I thought it was some Imp trap... Had some of them pretty pissed off... Before putting my ship to maintenance... So I thought they could be... Trying to get me while I'm on foot. If they're that bad at piloting."

"So. What was your initial plan?", she asked, "I guess you thought about hiring a tech for some infiltration needs. But you was too hasty to pay more attention. And now we are here."
06 May 2021, 3:33pm
"Hmmm?" JB replied as he tried to remember the plan at the time. He'd ran about a hundred different scenarios through his head since they'd left Citi Gateway. "Yeah... to be honest, bluffing your way aboard a ship is the easy part, it's getting back off again with the treasure that's the problem. I needed someone who can run a play called a "Goondock Well". Hack the ship's computer so that when they send out a Mayday call the ship's systems go haywire, giving us an opportunity to get out if things go sideways. Depending on their ship, or even if they've docked, I'm thinking you may be able to do something on a more manual scale once we're inside."

JB turned back to face Ina, remembering to try and make her feel part of the team.

"Do you think that's something you might be able to do? It might all get a bit more punchy and shooty than I'd have liked but it should get the job done?"


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06 May 2021, 4:24pm
"Hm. At least you can bluff your way through. You can probably see that smooth talking isn't... my best part", answered Ina, facing JB and making a slight smirk as she said the last part. "And... As I see, it's pretty your way. Can't say that's bad somehow. We all need something to rely on to keep breathing."

"Okay, let's go tactical", Ina nodded then.

"I'm not a hacking genius, but I have my share of knowledge about how ship and station machinery operate. Control rooms, terminals, interfaces and something like it. If I can get my hands on it, I can disable something. Or at least make it work odd or ineffectively. And, in general, any input from main controls is going at higher priority. You know, for convenience. So it could be a distraction. It'll make them run around from one local terminal to another to set overrides."

"Aaaaand...", Ina continued her theoretizing with a glimpse of slight vicious smile, "Control rooms of standard outpost hangars are a good vantage point. They're placed at height and they give a good, broad view. You need it to, you know, look at everything and control it. Oooooor...", wicked smile became a bit more visible at this point, "Shoot at them running around. And this lovely thing...", she pointed at her rifle, "can turn place into a hell. Just have to find a good spot, unfold the bipod and have fun. They won't be tossing grenades or launching rockets at me, they don't want to cripple their own station controls. Fighting aboard a ship is a bit more difficult for me, though, with all that important stuff here and there, and I have to try not to hit it... But if I'm sitting at the end of some corridor, it means instant death for everyone who enters it."

"Yeah, they can kill the hostage if something would go wrong. But I think it's up to you. To bring us to him somehow. And then we could part, like... You can arrange an evac, calling those companion DBXs. Or something. And I'll be their number one problem until the cavalry arrives. So... would making this day super shooty be a good distraction measure for you?"

Ina paused her monologue, looking even a bit pleased, and then added, "Had some on foot military training with all those factions that I was supporting. Voluntarily. It keeps you sharp and fit, you know."
06 May 2021, 6:08pm
Not being the center of attention wasn’t doing Creamys’ psyche any favours. He felt that being the hostage, worth a good stack of credits, or the man with answers should command more attention. It sounded like the deep-voiced man had dominated the room as soon as he came in even though Creamy hadn’t herd everything the man said.

He did hear the part where the deep-voiced man assured his minion that Sovereign Shield won’t be coming anytime soon. Creamy piled up his blanket and sleeping mat then sat down truly feeling the weight of his situation for the first time. After a while, Creamy became aware of an odd smell and didn’t have time to unfold his mat and get under his blanket before he fell asleep.

The moment he opened his eyes he shut them again. There was real light coming from above him and it hurt. Eventfully his eyes got used to the brightness, and he saw his new room. It had a real bed with warm covers and a soft pillow. A chemical toilet stood beside a sink with a toothbrush and paste causing Creamy to almost cheer. He near leaped out of his new bed and ran for the toothpaste. Once the minty freshness was cleansing his fury teeth, Creamy looked around to see what else was in his room.

An unarmed combat droid hung limply from the ceiling on a training mat, a nuti-paste dispenser and a very big medical locker locked with a biometric reader filled the wall opposite the bed. There were also two doors opposite each other. Well, this was a big improvement even if he was still in his underwear. Fortunately, Creamy habitually used clear Altairian skin cultures, so he didn’t smell and he wasn’t dirty. Unfortunately, the spiced musk top-up Creamy used on the micro-organisms had run out so they defaulted to their natural and rather feminine perfume.

He did have some new accessories to his clothing. His wrists and ankles sported thick heavy-duty plastic bands. After playing with the droid for a while, he found out what the bands were for. All of a sudden, his hands were forced together, and then his legs and finely the bands pulled his hands to his feet. Laying on the floor in surprise, he could hear the door open. He looked up to see a beaded man holding up his wrist computer.

“See how that works?” The man tapped the screen and Creamys’ wrist straps were released from his ankle straps. “Now I’m going to let you stand up”

Creamy started to get to his feet.

“If anything happens” the screen was pressed again and Creamy folded up hitting the floor once more. “You get it now ass hole?” asked Vodan enjoying his power.

“Yes, I do” Answered Creamy biting back an insult about this mans’ need to feel big.

“Follow me”

Creamys’ ankles were released and he fell in step behind the man. Outside the room, someone else followed Creamy with a short weapon of some kind out and ready to use. Creamy was unhappy to see the weapon was on a strap. They walked down a long corridor; there was a guard post that looked like a large box with a man inside looking out of a long slot at head height. It was built into the corner of a right angle and the corridor continued for a long way to a large pressure door.

The man ahead of Creamy turned the big leaver and opened the door, then gestured for Creamy to walk in. Inside was a big atrium that had been repurposed. An area to his left was clear and bordered in a way that was very familiar to Creamy. To his right, a wall of holo-screens displayed people from Creamys’ past. Ahead of him a large man sat on what could only be called a throne because it was too grand to be a chair. Beside the mighty chair stood a woman that looked every part as destroyed as Creamy had felt when he learned that no one was coming to save him.

He had seen faces like that on the holo back home when Aisling Duvals’ charity was appealing for donations. She was definitely someone forced into slavery.

“I have been eager to meet you Lord Goodness. My name is Vengerfield and you will be assisting me with a mystery that has been plaguing me for around twenty years”
06 May 2021, 8:47pm
“Well, I always aim to please” said Creamy unconsciously straightening up, inflating his chest while an enigmatic smile took command of his lips now there was a young woman in the room.

Vengerfield was pleased to hear a little confidence return to Creamys’ voice.

“I’ll get straight to the point Lord Goodness. Once you have answered my questions to my satisfaction, I’ll give you a Phantom and allow you to leave. Not because I am a generous man, but because beyond what you know, you are of no importance to me”

He twitched his hand towards the slave girl and she used her wrist computer on Vengetfields’ command. The Screens beside Creamy consolidated into three images; two were of men vaguely familiar to Creamy, and a good image of Nerys Nymei.

“We know you were on Citi Gateway with these people, and I know you were close to Doctor Nymei. Now, we know Doctor Nymei left the station, but it wasn’t on any of this man’s ships..”

The picture of the blond man with the scare was highlighted and Creamy read the name Ao.

“..because he was busy with a family feud that happened to follow him to the motel room you were all held up in. Excuse me, if I remember correctly, you had left the motel by that time. And his fleet was busy with a mutiny that triggered in his absence”

Creamy remembered Ao had been seriously hurt and his co-captain girlfriend had been very upset thinking Ao was going to die. Creamy was about to ask if the blond chap was alright, but he stopped himself because that may give away more than this big fellow really knew. Now the image of the brown-haired man came to the forefront of the multi-display.

“I suspect this man is an Imperial Agent so he could very well of had recuses I am unaware of, but I am confident that Doctor Nymei didn’t leave on any of Jasons’ available ships”

Creamy read the name Jason Frimantle refreshing his memory and was happy that a man capable of becoming an agent of the empire was the person Creamy had chosen to trust with the safety of Nerys.

“What I want from you Lord Goodness, is the name of the ship Doctor Nymei departed Citi Gateway aboard, and the names of the people in the docks that hid Doctor Nymeis’ ship for her”

Instantly, Creamy thought of Amata. The woman may have been dismissive and very rude to Creamy, but there was no way he was going to give her up to this beastly-looking man. He also recalled the communication Nerys had got from a doctor that had assisted Nerys in saving the arm of a man that worked on Citi Docks. That was another piece of information Creamy was not going to impart for the promise of his freedom.

“Oh dear” said Creamy stretching his legs as he walked in a small circle happy to see Nerys face again. “It seems you know as much as I do my dear fellow” Creamy shrugged before continuing. “You see, I had a disagreement with the brown-haired chap in the motel about retrieving my ship, and Nerys chose his side. I had a bit of a strop and left”

Turning dramatically to the big picture of Nerys, Creamy put on his puppy eyes and finished his tail of loss.

“Once I escaped an ambush outside Citi, I got one message from the good doctor saying she was safe and telling me how secure she felt with the debonair hero that had come to our rescue”

Sighing heavily, Creamy turned his forlorn face to Vengerfield.

“I can’t say I blame her. She had been attacked twice thanks to keeping my company, and once more it seems because of the blond fellows’ family, so I’m not surprised she chose a handsome agent over a wandering playboy. It’s entirely my loss. Unfortunately, I’m of no use to you at all it would seem. I am sorry about that old boy”
06 May 2021, 9:38pm
Meowers
Ina paused her monologue, looking even a bit pleased, and then added, "Had some on foot military training with all those factions that I was supporting. Voluntarily. It keeps you sharp and fit, you know."


JB was impressed. Ina seemed to come to life the more she described the total blood soaked massacre she could possibly unfurl. And the smile? JB figured he might have to struggle to keep the casualties down.

"It looks like they've stopped in a system called Lozin, I've done some business with an officer from the ruling faction there. They're a... lively... bunch. Once we hit the system we'll be able to get a better idea of what we're dealing with."

JB reached into his inside pocket and pulled out his hipflask, whilst still concentrating on their route he reached backwards to offer Ina a drink.

"Do you partake, Muir? Tequila, if I remember correctly."
06 May 2021, 9:58pm
After a momentary pause to give Creamy a hard look, Vengerfield stood up and started removing his pressure suit helmet ring.

“Release his hands Jacquelyn”

The slave tapped on her wrist computer and Creamys’ hands were released causing him to bow slightly in gratitude to the woman.

Walking towards the bordered area on Creamys' right, Vengerfield indicated that Creamy should enter it.

“It seems I have to do this the hard way. I dislike being lied to Goodness, but I expected it from you. Now then, I am going to insist you answer the question I asked you and we are going to fight. Now, if you beat me, you will be free to leave, but when I win you will be healed, left to rest and when you are ready I will bring you here again and we will fight once more”

Vengerfield was now standing in the ring after handing his helmet mount, gloves, and boots to the slave girl Jacquelyn. She glanced at Creamy after putting the big mans’ pressure suit parts away and returned with a clean towel. Creamy returned her stolen glance with a sly smile.

“Very well, I accept. Tell me, is my Dolphin here?” asked Creamy as he stepped into the ring stretching his limbs.

“No, that is long gone. Let me know when you are ready Goodness”

Shrugging and bending over to hug his legs Creamy had one more question.

“May I ask your name as we are about to fight?”

“Yes, but I won’t give it. As I said, you are unimportant”

Taking up a ready pose, Creamy bowed to his opponent. The courtesy was not returned. Creamy launched at the much larger man confident that his greater than normal strength and training would allow him to overcome the weight difference. As usual, Creamy attacked with fast powerful kicks alternating the leg he used and the height of his blows. Vengerfield expertly defended himself from every one of them.

Creamy was surprised and fluted for half a second and that was enough for Vengerfield to claim the advantage. He turned a block into a grab on Creamys’ high kick and landed a kick of his own on Creamys’ supporting leg. The powerful impact in the low gravity sent Creamy parallel with the floor. Vengerfield still holding on to his other ankle landed a snap kick in Creamys’ chest and then axed his heel down into his neck slamming Creamys’ head into the ground hard.

Vangerfield stood back to let Creamy get to his feet.

“Come no boy. I’ve watched every fight of yours under the name Ty Monroe I could find, and I know you are capable of better. Get up or I’ll crush you down there”

Creamy, somewhat dazed got up shaking off the buzzing in his skull. This time he wasn’t going to show off. Taking up a fighting pose again, Creamy attacked. Now he used more than just kicks. His fists knees and elbows rained down like a shower of bony hailstones. This time he got through the bigger mans’ lightning defence a good few times and dodged many a counter-attack, but the look of concentration on his opponent's face hadn’t changed.

No sooner than Creamy felt a little fatigue slow him down, Vengerfield exploited the opening. He got struck in the neck and then he was being hit up and down his body harder than he could ever remember. Falling to the floor Creamy did everything he could to protect his head as he started to lose the ability to focus his eyes.

Vengerfield swung a lazy kick at Creamys’ jaw that left the man leaking bloody drool as he toppled forward weakly groaning.

“Don’t feel too bad Goodness” said Vengerfield taking the towel from Jacquelyn to wipe Creamys' blood off his knuckles. “You have the benefit of coming for generations of forbears that lived on a high gravity world, but I have that, gene therapy, biosurgery, chemical augmentation and most importantly, the will to do harm”

Vengerfield took hold of Creamys’ upper arm and lifted him off the floor letting him dangle like a rag doll.

“You see, you are a shield” Vengerfield punched Creamy in the chest with a sound like a slab of meat being slapped down on the butchers' slab. “You only fight to protect” He struck Creamy again impressed that the imperial was still able to open his eyes. “that means you are incapable of going that extra step to beat something like me” Another punch knocked Creamy out cold. Vengerfield exhaled through his nose.

“Oh well, next time then. Jacquelyn follow, I want you to fix him” ordered Vengerfield as he walked with Creamy still held out in front of him like a dirty animal to the cell.


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06 May 2021, 10:12pm
JB Threepwood "Do you partake, Muir? Tequila, if I remember correctly."


"Ah, at last. I know where I am. Perhaps. At least he said that. Still have to check the ship's HUD or navpanel somehow. Lozin... Lozin... Never heard about this place. Have to check up with the map too..."

"Sure," answered Ina, and then added after a second, "But you first."

"...then we'll see, is it tequila or something else."

Last part was said none less confident, but Ina deliberately keeped that small pause. To let the whole phrase sound as a word of consent and as an intent to keep things in a proper way. Having a shot of tequila would be a pleasant addition, but keeping yourself secure is more important. She's already on his ship and hell knows where and he's armed too. That's textbook classic.
06 May 2021, 10:49pm
JB let a little smile creep onto his face. She really did have trust issues. He was almost tempted to check if she had that rifle trained on the back of his head.

JB held the flask in one hand and used his thumb to spin the cap. Once it was opened he quickly slung a mouthful back, pushing the cap back into place, not wanting to spill any due to the zero-g. Hoping he'd done enough to convince Ina that he wasn't planning on murdering her, he offered Ina the flask again.

"It might taste like battery acid and piss but it gets the job done."
06 May 2021, 11:16pm
"Thanks", Ina answered, took the flask and made a shot, "Aw. Yep. It is definitely a tequila. And battery acid... It have different taste."

Ina returned the flask back to JB and added, "I'm more into beer, actually, but this is a good addition to our situation here. And talking about situation... What we are in now? I assume you have a kind of signal that you are following. Any details? Or it's just a beep from his security device?"

"Have to prepare in case of things getting serious. Ammo that I have now, that three magazines... Enough for scattering a company of some dipshits. But if we have to hold out until extraction... It won't last long enough."

"And yes, JB, can you do me a little favor? When we hit Lozin, I would be happy to use your onboard synthesizer. Will take no more than a bit of grade 1, and even less grade 2 materials. Have to do some preparations. In case of... As you name it... Things going sideways", and she said the last part drawing a quotation marks in the air with her fingers.


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07 May 2021, 12:22pm
"Anything you need, help yourself," JB informed Ina, pausing briefly to think if he had anything he needed to hide on board, "Yeah, materials, ammo... I've got a small weapons closet in Cabin 3, just be careful not to traips dirt onto the carpet in there, it's new and it wasn't cheap."

They were closing in on Lozin. It was still a good few jumps away but The Cuckoo was keeping her heat down well.

"These beacons are basic tech," JB continued, referring to the tracker Creamy had on him. "I think they just inject it under the skin and it gives out a low-powered alert so it doesn't harm the client. Different companies use different devices."

JB had seen Ina's rifle a little better when she had returned his hipflask. "So, Muir, who taught you how to shoot that thing?"
07 May 2021, 1:47pm
"Aw. Thank you", Ina replied, "I doubt I'll be digging your stuff. Don't have that habit. And synthing these things would be faster. And also I doubt that you have my type of ammo there..."

Ina waited for another hyperjump, when ship would go a straight line, then unfastened her seatbelt and adjusted magboots power to make them slightly more sticky, in case of manoeuvring. Then she floated off her seat, holding its armrest with one hand, to land on the floor at its right side, where her weapons were placed. "Clank! Clank!" - magboots firmly attached to the floor. Ina loosened the holding clamps and pulled her rifle out of them.

"Ah... All by myself, as everything that I do. It's a gift from one of Independent factions. Can't recall the name though. Helped them to deal with some Fed corpos that were after their throats. Turned out they had intercepted some Fed weapon shipment while I was on a... more straightforward mission. So they just opened the container and let me choose. And Feds know how to make weapons."

Ina took the rifle and walked to the synthesizer console at the back of the cockpit. Weapon was looking bulky, almost five feet long, with perforated barrel casing, capacious cylindrical magazine, folding bipod and simple assisting holo-projector in addition to iron sights.

"It's easy. Point and pull the trigger. Burst control and shooting while standing can be a challenge if you're a wimp. But... As you can see, I'm not that type. And it's hell reliable, hard hitting and can shoot all night long. Love the old-school things", Ina talked as she was waiting for synthesizer to boot up, "So at first I was turning empty cargo canisters and limpets into shreds just to get the knack. To let the better patterns become remembered well. And then those trainings. They're good, you work out, you shoot, you learn tactics. Independent folks love when someone from outside shares the experience."

"Damn. Now I sound like some militaristic freak with a gun kink. But... He asked for it. I don't think I'm ready to make some philosophizing right now."

When the synthesizer was ready to work, Ina took her communicator from a pocket with a free hand and checked it for any incoming messages. Still nothing, but it wasn't a disappointment. Caught herself on willing to re-read some things, she quickly remembered that hyperjump wouldn't last for long and manoeuvring can make things a bit more complicated. So she accessed an internal memory of her device and pushed some buttons on the synthesizer panel to establish a connection.

Connection established.
Input: [plasma-mag-80rds] x4 / [carrying-belt-short] x4
Output: Cockpit Internal / Personal Effects
Precision: 100%
Starting selected operation.


Now it's a matter of minutes. These little things like personal weapons ammo can look small, but it's a headache for synth machines (or what they have for a head) to produce them with all the required precision. And she don't want to jam her weapon with some substandard ammo, so bringing a rifle here was needed to check how these synthed magazines would fit. Ina put her communicator back into a pocket and grabbed a handrail, just in case.

"Aw. Almost forgot. So it's a personal implant. Hmmm...", Ina started 'thinking out loud', "Can't squeeze much of a data from this little thing... But still some analysis is possible... Like, you was struggling to keep their pace... On a ship, outfitted to be fast... So they can have something of this type too... And they ran. Ran fast. Away from something... Or to something or someone... You can give their route a closer look if you want to... They may be avoiding some systems... Like, superpower affiliation, or security status... If that makes any sense..."


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07 May 2021, 7:25pm
Meowers
Like, you was struggling to keep their pace... On a ship, outfitted to be fast


JB gritted his teeth. Breathed in through his nose then gently exhaled before he began;

"Well, they had a head start from out of nowhere.. .and they... never mind. I can't spot anything in particular from their course, they seemed to be making a beeline somewhere which makes me think they're heading straight to a hideout. Maybe a station or a carrier. If they're docking with a carrier there we could lose them."

JB tried to look at the course the beacon took, it was a bit much whilst still trying to stay on the chase.

"Here, you have a look, Muir... see if you can spot anything." With that comment, JB pressed a button that activated the copilot's seat, lighting up the panels around the second chair.
07 May 2021, 8:26pm
"Hmmm. That sounded pretty odd. Like an excuse or something... People like him are trying to stay away from looking unconfident. In general..."

"Yeah. Sure", Ina slowly slung her rifle over the shoulder and fixed the belt, so it won't slip away at zero-G, then gave synthesizer panel a quick look, to be sure that every process is started as intended. "Have some time, yeah. Let me take a look...", she said, reaching the co-pilot seat from the left side, where the navpanel was placed.

"Ahha. At last. The navpanel. Let's look what we have here... Hm. Lozin as the final destination."

"Hmmmm... Lozin... Capricorni Sector stuff...", Ina was 'thinking out loud' again, standing near the seat and looking at the map, opening and closing system information windows, "Col 285... Most of their route lied through Independent worlds... Just because it's an outskirts... Yeah. No logical pattern", Ina concluded, "They were just making a dash, trying to go as fast as they can. Well, as I think for now."

"And...", Ina made somewhat like a dramatic pause, "Don't worry. You're fast as well."
07 May 2021, 10:44pm
There was a blissful moment where Creamy had just enough awareness to realise how empty his mind was, then that space was filled with aches and pain. Although his eyes were still shut, he secured them up tighter when he made an effort to sit up. A hand was gently placed on his chest pushing him back down.

“Don’t, you are not ready to sit up yet”

A French-accented woman’s voice did a far better job of helping Creamy ignore his injuries than the cocktail of painkillers and anti-inflammatories Jacquelyn had put in Creamys’ pressure-assisted drip. He opened his eyes and his ability to breathe was stolen when he laid eyes on Nerys. The pain felt like a shadow of its self and was easily ignored as Creamy sat up to wrap his arms around her as if he needed to feel her to assure himself she was real.

Jacquelyn didn’t have time to react before she found herself in a strong but gentle embrace. It took a lot of wriggling, but she felt Creamy let go of her the moment he realised she didn’t want him holding her like that.

“I’m not Nerys” she said with more spite than she intended.

She hadn’t meant to be so forceful with the man, but after being made to have surgery to look like some woman was almost worse than being taken in the first place. Learning her face had been cut up to manipulate this man she now had to put back together after a monster had broken him made even less sense to her.

Creamy laid back down with one hand still holding the woman’s forearm; he let go after getting a good look at her face.

“Please forgive me, doctor, I thought you were .. well she was a doctor too and just then you reminded me .. No, no I’m, I shouldn’t have..”

Watching the man’s eyes dim as a light that had come from within him faded sparked a little of the empathy that made her want to become a fast response medic.

“You have had a lot of drugs, and you just lost a fight with a giant psycho. Now lay still while I finish treating you”

Creamy just looked up at the light above the bed trying not to glance at his nurse when all he was seeing was Nerys.

“He’s going to kill you; your strong but he’s .. inhuman. You should just tell him what he wants to know” said Jacquelyn failing to keep the forlorn tone and fear of what would happen to her once she was of no use to Vengerfield anymore out of her voice.

Creamy came back to the room and dropped into his stride the second he noticed the woman was fearful. His confident smile found its place and he used the voice he called Warm Treacle.

“Well, he gave me two chances to live. One, I give him answers I haven’t got, and the other I put him on his arse. Now he’s a bad guy and as you know, the good guy always wins and my very name is Goodness don’ch know?”

Jacquelyn just looked at Creamy with a flat disbelieving face.

“Even if you somehow won and he really was going to give you a ship, the base guns outside would blow you out of the sky before you got into low orbit”

“Nonsense! My dear doctor, I have dodged many an attack and I don’t think a few stationary cannons are going to catch me. Now if can get a bit of time on th.. oooh”

Creamy had tried to point at the training droid and found he couldn’t, causing Jacquelyn to almost smile.

“Well well, Mr Hero can’t even point and he thinks he’s going to save the day. No, no fighting for you anytime soon. . and you shouldn’t fight him again. I’ve seen the scans; you are only bruised but you’re also bruised inside. You can’t take many more beatings like that. Now go to sleep I have to work”

Creamy watched Jacquelyn twist a valve and Creamy fell asleep before he could start protesting.

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