Elite roleplay: Off station

OFF STATION

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

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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.

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03 Nov 2021, 3:43pm
“I see” said Creamy with mock seriousness, slowly getting to his knees.

“Like that is it Mrs Muir?” He slowly declared as he worked his way up her body, respecting the line between playful flirting and taking liberties.

He stood up so he could check her arm links and look her in the face.

“Well then, depending on what gun you use.. . Er, turn around please Mrs Muir…”

He finished checking her collar link after Meowers had turned at his request. He had to shout to get the last line across in the thin atmosphere.

“Depending on what gun you use, and where you shoot me, that would be worthwhile”

He waited for Meowers to return the thumbs up, then started using the hand crank to open the outer door.
03 Nov 2021, 5:07pm
Air was out already, so I had to use gestures. First, I pointed at the rifle on my back. Then at Creamy's torso. Then... Well... I don't know how it was looking from the outside, but I put my palms together and then put them to my cheek, while expressing something that I thought was looking as a flirty smile. And I was blinking my eyes fast. Ah. Okay, I'm totally crappy at flirting, but maybe mockingly-ironic option was good enough? Hah.

So, okay. Time to be professional. While Creamy was opening the door, I gave him a shoulder pat to attract his attention, then pointed at the little panel on the wall, opened it, and at the cord reel, placed on my belt. Then I slowly put the reel on the rod behind that panel, fixed it and checked how it works, pulling some centimetres of the cord away. Okay, with those magnetic clamps and the cords we were safe enough.

Looking at Creamy's attempts to open the door, I stood motionless for a while, giving him that slight smile... Then pointed at a red-coloured switch with the 'primary lock' sign above it. Slowly pulling down the switch, I looked how my naive companion almost lost his footing, with one magboot detaching from the floor. Thumbs up, let's go.

Opening the door..I took a little pause to look at the endless, black, deep space with stars scattered all over it. Admiring the beauty. Frightening endlessness, eternity and immortality of matter... I've remembered the history lessons..those astronauts of the old times, their simple orbital ships and first stations..made of thin light alloys. Now, EVA in open space is a rare, emergency procedure... But those years it was everyday basic. Truly amazing, brave people they were.

Grabbing the handrail, I turned around and attached my magnetic clamps on the hull, starting to crawl upwards, until I was able to stand on my feet, attaching the magboots to the hull. Without electricity, their power was at 'default medium' level, but it was enough, since ship was motionless. And that yellow star... It was beautiful..and dangerous. And the hull of my trusty Marshmallow...Looking good so far. Ah, that creamy-beige colour..a little yellowy in that lighting, but still. Hah. My favourite. So, let's go further.


Last edit: 03 Nov 2021, 10:42pm
03 Nov 2021, 10:24pm
Uh. My companion was nearly useless. He knew bloody nothing about Fer-de-Lances and wasn't a tech to assess the possible damage, so, he was a kind of anchor, holding my cord, but I had magboots and hand magclamps as well. So... He was crawling, I was carefully walking, and the ship exterior seemed to be completely intact. Not a dent, not a spark, nothing, just completely intact armour plating.

Fore part... check. Sides... check. Wings... check. Bottom... check. Marshmallow was completely okay from the outside. But something blown out the fuses and turned off..everything. Including suits. Including autonomous circuitry of the emergency airlock. So... I brought us into the shadow zone, to dissipate accumulated heat from the star. And started thinking. Gesturing Creamy to slow down.

See... His ship went completely offline when he activated his mining lasers. Years ago. And now... Marshmallow went offline, and those weird photos... When I got that contract to eliminate him! So..something...wanted...to eliminate Creamy. Why by my hands? Can't figure out now. But...when I refused to do that, and..they..got to know.. They started causing troubles for me as well. What. The. Weird. Crap. Come on, you little shit, show your face! Ah...Hate this. You know, I like to keep things plain and simple. I'm not hiding from confrontations, I may be predictable and too open, but I rely on my skills and I'm improving them constantly to overcome waves of crap that this life is throwing at me. And I'm doing better and better each year.

So, then...We inspected the ship once again, starting from the aft part this time... And... Just look at this crap. You know those heat dissipator panels? They're yellowish almost all the time, because they're hot. But now, when ship was offline and temperatures lowered... There was a faint electric blue light visible in the corner of one of them. Too small and too faint to be visible when ship is powered...So, I went to investigate.

A goddamn tracking device! Or whatever. It emitted the same electric blue glow...That was on those weird photos. That was enveloping Creamy's lost Anaconda. What the crap... Detaching that thing from the ship, I've also shown it to Creamy, and..he just shrugged. Hah. No surprise. If his ship had the same, there was no way for him to find it. Anaconda is a large ship, significantly larger than my Fer-de-Lance, and he's no tech, and he was alone there.

Hah. I know what to do with this thing...I'll just throw it away. But not that simple...I took the rifle and aimed. Holo-projector scope was offline, obviously, but, hey, nothing could beat the glorious might of the iron sights! Blam! Ah, okay, there's no 'blam' in space... But this thing magnificently evaporated, adding its slowly dissipating blue glow to the perfect picture of detonating high-explosive plasma round.

And shortly after...Hah...I've seen the helmet HUD appearing and comm channel opening...Ah, dammit, this guy was singing..some crappy pop song! Hah...Then he realised that comms were open and, like, let out a little apologetic cough. And I made the most sarcastic 'ha ha ha'. Ha!

So, we returned to the ship to do internal diagnostics, and, during it, I found a time to finally ask him. "Was it looking like something that happened to your ship back then?"


Last edit: 04 Nov 2021, 12:23am
04 Nov 2021, 10:30am
“Ohh. One complete power failure looks very much like the next Mrs Mrs Muir. Especially to the poor chap suddenly in total solitary darkness. Quite intimidating as it goes, being hundreds of lightyears away from the next living soul, cold and alone”

That was the real thing that made Creamy dislike the spacers life. Solitude.

“What I can tell you Mrs Muir, is that thing you displayed a human level of hostility too, didn’t look big enough to do what it did. If indeed it was responsible for the lack of power as it very much seems, it was”

Creamy paused for a moment to get back on track. He had a feeling he had contradicted himself twice and he was wondering where he was in his own thoughts.

“Well umm, I mean it was out there on top of the hull far away from any critical systems, and it wasn’t very big. If it was on the FSD or Generator, I’d not have questions, but what could it possibly do out there on the backend tip of the ship?”

“If we see another whats-a-ma-jig here abouts, I think we should have a good look at it before summary execution what?”


Last edit: 04 Nov 2021, 11:44am
04 Nov 2021, 3:32pm
"Uh... You could be right, inspecting those things is generally a..good idea", I replied, sitting on the floor and replacing the fuses, "But..You'd seen that stuff. There's...nothing really to inspect there. Just a trinket with..some kind of magnetic plate to stay glued to the ship, and some weird light emitter.. There's not even a single place where I could poke with a screwdriver. And Marshmallow isn't a science ship, she has no such an equipment... And the power was off anyway."

After dealing with the fuses, I took the fire extinguisher and turned the main power switch. And, with a great relief, noticed that Marshmallow started to wake up from her involuntary slumber.

"Yeah! At least it didn't explode!..", I said with something that could be possibly perceived as an expression of joy, and looked at Creamy. Then, after a dramatic pause, added. "Ah, nevermind. An old engineer joke, made especially for freaking non-tech people off... So. I guess that stuff was some kind of..Tracking device? Transponder? Whatever. It...resonated with something big. Perhaps with that..thing which made those weird photos. And it knew our location because of that trinket. It can't be a Thargoid shutdown field, there's no Thargoids around... Maybe your ship had the same malfunction, but that kind of 'weird stuff' was...inside the ship? And responded somehow? See...I have only simple and reliable, understandable equipment here. But you said that you spent a fortune equipping your Anaconda..."

Ah, that was a long monologue, hah. Anyway, something to think about.

"Hah. At least it's destructible with the plasma! Nothing could stand the heated plasma rounds, thrown in its face. Yeah! In your face, weird stuff! And... you know... After that EVA in an unpowered suit, without any coolant circulation... uh... I'm sweating all over. And you too, perhaps. Do you want to feel every inch of your skin itching? I'm not. So.. There's a water dispenser and a pack of towels in my personal room and we could get clean in some...spartan way. Before we proceed with..Investigating this what the heck happening. Opening the room for you...Now.", I pressed the button on the tech console and the room lock responded with a clank. "Ah..Not us both at the same time, you know."
05 Nov 2021, 10:16am
Its always about the gun. Weapons seemed to be the tool of choice for far too many people, and being close to someone that went for a superheated solution to anything she didn’t like was enforcing Creamys disappointment in humanity. Even so, he had to admit that he was glad Meowers and her oversized fire-spitting companion had come to his rescue a few months ago.

Meowers. "Ah..Not us both at the same time, you know."


“Naturally Mrs Muir” said Creamy with a short bow “Besides, there wouldn’t be room in that cubical with you me and your chastity preserving rifle. I’ll leave you to it and see if I can work out where we are after that uncommon jump”
05 Nov 2021, 10:44am
"Hah. It's... Safety preserving. But, yeah. Chastity is the part of safety", I think... I even genuinely smiled first time while being in company of that guy, "And don't worry. I've seen the starscape when we were outside... Not too different from our usual. We're not far away. Navcomputer will wake up soon and help us. And if not... Then I have a good old constellation chart book."

And, really. I was happy seeing the progress bars filling one after another and diags board turning green. I was... worried for Marshmallow. Even more than for myself. I can heal, I can regenerate, I can rest. I can lay down on the bed and be like this for weeks until I'm okay. Damaged ship will remain damaged until it's repaired, ships can't just stop and rest. And she saved me so many times, she helped me get back to the safe place when I was a total mess, again, so many times...

"Hmmm.. You may go and clean yourself up...I'll watch the system boot process and will go after you. And, hah. You may even take a nap there, if you don't mind that my... Ascetics aesthetics. You was working with the cargo, and then that EVA... So..you know. Thank you. For forgiving me, maybe. If you want, I'll explain that stuff later. If you don't...We may leave this crap behind and proceed with that weird detective thing. Something tells me that results will be far more important than those credits that I wasn't going to see anyway..."

Definitely. Now I've finally accepted that this 'contract' was a dupe. Too much stuff was pointing at it... Maybe this strange..thing..wanted..or was programmed to? Anyway. Maybe they wanted to kill me as well after I'm done. To keep their secrets secret. And those 'ship coordinates'... They're real and much probably correct, but... Was it meant to make me drop my guard? They were persistent with 'suggesting' to tick the first box, about Creamy... To intercept me on my way to the Anaconda, like they did it now? Using that tracker-transponder-whatever? Uh... Too many questions. But, I guess, I'm getting off the hook now...
05 Nov 2021, 2:05pm
With everyone refreshed, and the ship diagnostic completed, the Marshmallow was ready to fly. All that was needed now was a navigation reorientation after the unusual jump.

After a little chat, Creamy had worked out his day cycle was about eight hours ahead of Meowers. Instead of getting some rest, Creamy decided to stay awake, and they would both rest before boarding the mystery Anaconda. If it was Creamys’ ship, he was hoping between them, they could get it operational.

His Dolphin had been stolen when he got kidnapped, and his Cobra had failed to make the trip from Robigo to Inara with no explanation as to what had happened to it after that unpleasantness. If this was his ship they were heading to, and it was still space worthy, Creamy could be back on his feet thanks to actually having a ship in a few weeks rather than grafting for months on end.
05 Nov 2021, 2:34pm
..Then the navcomputer chimed after a successful reboot and found its reference points. So, a few moments after our location was pinpointed to... What?!

"Hey, look. Nav says we're in... Col 285, TV-C, C13-18, it's... Two jumps away from your Anaconda location! How's that... And the fuel... Heck! Tanks are full! Hah... Whatever-the-heck-it-was-hyperdrive, 'A' for fuel efficiency, 'B' for jumping accuracy and... goddamn 'F' for safety. Let's go and see that Anaconda."

I've made a few clicks on the route plotter and we were set. Systems were fully operational, and the jump started normally... Then the comm panel notification sounded.

"What the?... Look at...This"


(Weird photo...Received during the hyperjump.)
05 Nov 2021, 3:41pm
"Well thats just.. .. . dandy isn't it?" huffed Creamy somewhere between unhappy and angry "Two blasted years its been out here unmolested, and now we are but two jumps away, Pinky and. . and confounded Perky and noising around on my bloody ship!"


There was a pause for a moment as Creamy took a few breaths to calm down. Worry lead to worry lines, and Creamy wanted to keep his face smooth and unblemished for many years yet. Unfortunately, the pause gave him time to think of something else.

"Whats more, thanks to those interlopers, we can't have a bit of a nap before acting like court appointed bailiffs and evicting them from my blasted property"

What was sending these images to them, or whether there really were people on that ship that may not bee Creamys lost Anaconda at all, didn't even enter his mind. Uncharacteristically, Creamy was wondering if his space suit would be able to take his impressive fighting style.


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05 Nov 2021, 5:08pm
And, after a short flight, we finally entered that Col-285-blah-blah-something system that was mentioned in contract files. Coordinates were quite accurate, the body, the orbital position, everything that's needed. Pulling Marshmallow out of cruise mode in something like fifty kilometres away from the given coordinates, I'd seen...This.

"Just look at that shit. Do you really think it's because of magnetised hull? It glows... It could be seen from miles away! Even through this icy haze...", uh..Actually, I couldn't even see the ship, only that bluish glow that was stronger than on contract photo. Instinctively I set the shields to maximum power, deployed the weapons, targeted the ship and began the slow approach...

"Okay, steady, steady...", we were only five kilometres away and still, the silhouette of Anaconda was barely visible. "I guess we still have to come closer to identify the ship... What kind of weird stuff you had there? Uhhh... Whatever this shit is, it could be killed by plasma. The only thing I need to know."


(A photo of lost Anaconda, covered by a strange glow, finally found in Col 285 Sector HQ-H b25-7 system.)


Last edit: 05 Nov 2021, 5:17pm
06 Nov 2021, 11:14pm
Continued from: The Sentinel Fulcrum, 4: Culmination

Seeing my companion entering the frozen Anaconda... Yeah. It really was his ship!.. I thought that it might be better to lend him a hand. Frozen ship could be damaged, or at least we should do a routine check-up before trying to revive the drives. Also, the fuel could deteriorate during those two years, being stored in a completely frozen tanks... Some tanks could leak... Anything. We needed a check-up and maybe some quick makeshift field repairs. And Creamy wasn't a tech. Thankfully, I was. Well, in my past, but, still, some ships-related skills are still with me. And... Obviously, I don't want to be in the middle of ship explosion if something goes wrong, but I can prevent it.

So... I've activated the jetpack to reach Marshmallow and stopped in a few centimetres from the nose. Touching the nose with my helmet glass, I whispered: "Be okay, right? And I'll be okay. And I'll be back. I'm not leaving you here", and then said more audibly, to Creamy: "Don't wander too far, I'm going inside too. We have to do a tech check-up."
07 Nov 2021, 12:24pm
Meowers had a good point; Creamy had let excitement lead him on. In fairness, Creamy wasn’t one of the galaxys’ thinkers, and he was well aware of that. Instinct and a general lack of dangerous situations in his life meant ‘doing what felt right’ had not lead him astray.. .. In a deadly manner.

The last two years had been a different matter, the idea of caution and having others earn trust were starting to feel worthy of investigation. Creamy opened the suit locker at the foot of the ladder, and then remembered what had been in the modified cargo bay all those years ago. He felt his knees give way.

Checking the temperature gauge didn’t help matters, a nausea took him and Creamys’ hands slapped the deck to stop him collapsing completely. An image of red shards of froze fluids bursting from many necks filled his mind. If they hadn’t gone that way, then the expanding liquids within would have split their bodies.

Bile started pushing it way out of his stomach, forcing him to regain some self-control unless he wanted a helmet full of not so sweet’n’smoky jerky. Still on his hands and knees, Creamy concentrated on breathing slow and deep, while cold sweat and a colder horror gripped him.
07 Nov 2021, 4:05pm
I've entered the ship... Only to find myself alone there. Creamy was nowhere to be found and comms were deafeningly silent..And that darkness... Crap. Why he couldn't just listen to me, before heading into that.. hell knows what? This goddamn ship... It might be frozen and empty, it might be his ship, but that glow and those weird photos? I just..Can't explain it with my logic. Everything is odd.

I've tried to hail him on the comms. Silence. Tried again. Silence. Crap..What the... However, there was a thin frost on the floor, and faint footprints were visible... They were leading to the corridor and then to the ladder at the side of it, half-covered by the darkness. Following them...I suddenly heard this coughing, groaning on my comms.

"Shit! Hold on there!", I've turned the night vision on, grabbed the rifle, fixed the zero-g belt clamp and ran to a ladder.

Creamy was..looking like he was curling up in pain. But, there was no blood around, his limbs were intact, and his suit had no signs of damage. I've tried to aim at the darkness in front of us, using night vision and rifle holo-projector scope...Nothing. Nobody. Just..Walls. What the crap... I've reached Creamy and looked at his face..It was.. Pale. Even a bit..Greenish, like he was about to throw up.

"What happened? Can you speak? Say something!", I've tried to shake him up with little to no result. Ah, shit, I guess the medkit would be useful here...
07 Nov 2021, 6:07pm
“The wine cellar” coughed Creamy.

The words were sticking in his throat, as if saying them out loud would smash the last hope of him being wrong on the sharp rocks of reality.

“Every bottle will be ruined”

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