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.
13 Nov 2021, 11:30pm
"Nope, you're being completely selfish; not everything in the galaxy is about you. If a chap can't try to be useful just for the sake of being useful without getting verbally attacked and accused of being some sort of predator for a second time, then the stars are already darker than they need to be"

Creamy tried the pod for size with Ninette. It was going to be a squeeze and not a very wise thing to do, but staying on board this ship with someone that liked killing as much as Meowers, who had suddenly decided Creamy was 'after' her, felt just as dangerous.

"For someone that hinted at apologising twice, I can't believe you are sincere any more. Once again, you are accusing me for being a mindless animal that can't do anything but take advantage of a woman"

It was going to be tight, but getting shot for no reason would be worse.

"You insisted that I not be left alone with Jacqueline when I was to have a medical, as if I wouldn't be able to stop my self from attacking her. Well, for your information, I had been alone with her for an entire night, and managed to comfort her even though I had just been beaten to a pulp after two weeks of captivity, and I did that without attacking her once. What's more, did you consider I didn't want a person with a gun still glowing from overuse standing over me while I was naked and vulnerable? No you didn't. Massive double standard there, don't you think, Mrs Muir?"

Creamy checked the pod was releasable. He got in with Ninette and left the door open a crack so he could still call to the intercom.

"Here's a revelation for you Mrs Muir; I don't feel safe with you, and I want to get off this ship because I don't believe you won't shoot me before we land. If you would be so kind as to release the lock, I would be grateful"

With that, he slammed the door shut and pulled the release.
14 Nov 2021, 12:03am
Seeing a pod release signal that was rejected by a ship lockdown state and administrator password, I've reacted instantly.

"Crap! You're... you're damn joking! It's..Col 285 Sector, the only..ships here are occasional..explorers, one in a..few weeks! And the star here..is not scoopable for hydrogen, they..have no interest in this system! You're..going to suffocate in..that goddamn pod!"

So, I've hurried to the cockpit, being as fast as I even can with those wounds and bandages. Thankfully, I've changed to my old unarmoured suit, it was quite baggy and didn't restrict my already impaired movements. Had the magboots on me as well, but they were turned off, as, you know, my legs... Reaching the pilot seat, I've removed the lockdown and activated the controls again.

"Crap!.. Stop playing..that drama.. I'm sincerely..sorry for what happened..in Lozin. That JB guy..only told me that..you're from Imperial noble ranks. So, I thought.. you're another slavery-loving.. piece of crap. But now..I see that you're..definitely not. And..thank you for not..flirting with me..beyond the line that I see..comfortable and funny. So, that..crap I said on..JB's ship was..not about seeing you..dangerous. But about..Jacqueline. I knew what she..might feel, as I'm..goddamn..ah..you know..I went through..some serious crap..by myself too. So..I knew that she..might be terrified by..being left with you..in that cabin alone. I had no..idea about you two..getting along fine. And she..never told, because..remembering those events..is making her feel..really bad. As much as..it's with me..and my past."

I took a deep breath, speaking that much was.. really draining.

"So..I just hate..being powerless..to control what's happening..with me. And the..pod lock is..released now. You may..pull the release..lever again, but..you will die in that pod.. And I don't want this..to happen. Or you may..leave it and stay in..my cabin, it's unlocked too.. Or just join me..taking the co-pilot seat..so we could talk in..person. I mean..no harm. I'm unarmed..I'm wounded, I can't fight."
14 Nov 2021, 12:49am
She was quite animated, but at least she didn't have a gun in her hand. She had said quite a lot and some pacing was involved. Creamy had mouthed the words and pointed to the door, but Meowers was in the middle of something.

It took Creamy a while to work out the release handle on this model of pod. By that time, Meowers had finished talking and was looking at him expectantly. He got the pod open and popped his head around the door.

"I'm sorry the door was stuck. You really should maintain this thing, its here to save ya life. ... "Now, what were you saying?"
14 Nov 2021, 1:10am
"Ah, my life... Thank you. But if I'm..going to die..that young, it happens..on this ship. And..with this ship. I owe her..a lot."

Ah, bless the handrails. You may move around without touching the floor.

"You may stay in my cabin, or..we'll both stay in the..cockpit. As you want. It's..up to you to choose. I..just ask about..one thing. Let me pilot my..ship. Or at least..be in the cockpit, in..the seat, seeing the..process. It's not about..you being dangerous, it's..about me, I have to..see what's happening..with me and know that I..could control it if needed. Also... I have to thank you for..pulling me out. Otherwise..we'd have died. Me on the..Anaconda bridge, and..you floating near Marshmallow."
14 Nov 2021, 9:19am
"Hmm!" Creamy shut the pod door again.

The pod was sealed, and the indicator lights said everything was safe and set for launch, so he pulled the release again. Nothing. A third pull gave the same result.

"Right then" said Creamy flexing his fingers.

He gave the black and yellow striped pull release a really good yank. The pod release came off in his hand. Creamy tried to slot it back in, but after the second attempt, it was obvious the thing was broken. The pod was not going to work, and Meowers was still looking at him. Stepping out of the pod with Ninette, Creamy dropped the release pull inside before shutting it.

"An escape pod that can't escape simply is absurd. I mean, it's practically a wardrobe and not even good at that"

He looked at it for a moment and remembered who's ship he was on.

"Suppose it could be used for prisoners or corpses" Turning to face Meowers again, Creamy gave her his attention.
14 Nov 2021, 2:49pm
"Uhhh...", I tried to facepalm, but with my right hand holding the handrail and left shoulder wounded it wasn't such a trivial task. "Maintenance was just..about few months ago. Must..be those Delaine scumbags, broken..that thing. And yeah, I haven't..checked it. You know..the reasons now."

"And... I never carry corpses on..the ship", Creamy's expression was... Was it skeptical? Or what? Uh. I'm so bad at reading them. "However, I can..imagine what you may..think about me. So, let's..just get this over with..and part our ways at the nearest..station. Those painkillers..aren't going to work forever..anyway."

And, nodding towards the cockpit, I turned carefully. Hmm... I may like floating in zero g after that.
14 Nov 2021, 4:19pm
"Don't have a choice, do I? Millennia old wisdom like don't move about when ya get stuff stuck in you, doesn't apply"

Creamy took a seat now it was clear he was trapped.

"Next time ya on your high horse because you don't like someone's political view, just remember you fly a dictator ship"
14 Nov 2021, 5:00pm
"I'd lost too much time..on obeying. So, let this..ship be a place where I have..control over my life. And, uh... Thank you for..helping with those bandages. However..that stomach wound really isn't..so nasty as it looks. Need..a new armour suit though. Maybe... I should..really see your words and..actions as care, concern, but... I don't..know... How to do it. I'm..sorry that it all..happened, you didn't know..about that reaction... That side of me. It's just... Who I am. Who I..became."

Making a few clicks on the nav panel, I saw that it had a route to Aucharnie station, HIP 90621 system, plotted already. Station and system were independent and therefore safe to travel, and also quite reachable, with only one or two refueling stops. Activating the jump sequence to the first system on the route, I sighed in relief and placed myself more relaxed in the pilot seat, adjusting it to the most horizontal position that was possible, so that my wounded and bandaged legs will feel better.

"You may think that..I'm a kind of mercenary or..something, and I don't..want to change your..opinion. As it's yours..not mine. But the people I fight... I don't..see human beings in them. Makes..pulling the trigger easier..you know. They bring... What I've..been through, what Jacqueline..have been through, to other..honest, hard working people. Slavery. Both criminal..and institutionalised."

"Anyway..I won't say a word if you don't want. We may just..fly to that station..and part our ways there. If you need..some creds after that..incident with your company..just let me know."
14 Nov 2021, 6:34pm
“Ar now, some of that sounds fair, and Jacqueline is a good point that I will come back to”

“Being in charge on your own ship is great, and the way it should be; but it doesn’t stop with your ship for you, does it? It extends to how far you jump and the range of your weapons. You decide when some people are not worthy of being human, and you kill them with your ship, or that oversized cannon you carry”

“What worries me about that is your myopic judgment. Ya see, Jacqueline and I are, from what I learned chatting with her, almost the same person. She was worthy of your personal attention, and I was judged a monster that needed watching in case I did something horrible to her.

“Just like me, Jacqueline is from a well-to-do Imperial family. Also, neither of us wanted to walk the path our parents set out for us. We were both abducted by those people to be used to get to someone else. In fact, there are only two notable differences between Jacqueline and I, as far as you knew at the time. She was surgically altered and used for her medical knowledge, I was isolated on a starvation diet for a week or so and used as a puch-bag”

“Now when Jacqueline was asked to give me a check-up, you decided for both me and Jacqueline that she wasn’t allowed to do that without you watching. You didn’t ask her if she would mind giving me a once over, and you didn’t ask me if I minded you being there for it. You had judged one person that was happy to be a well-to-do Imperial subject to be in need of your protection, and the other you dehumanised”

“Was Jacqueline not to be scorned for being a rotten Imperial, worthy of the torment she was facing also?”
14 Nov 2021, 7:51pm
"Hmmmm..."

Now... He really made me think. It was a certain logic in his words, may be more intricate than my straightforward version, but it was definitely a logic. Not a result of some upbringing that includes bathing in luxury. I was silent for the next few jumps, watching those mesmerising hyperspace tunnels... Sometimes looking at them really make my thinking processes better. I've even pulled out a cigarette pack out of my pocket, but then remembered that I wasn't alone in the cockpit. So... I was silent. Until some words had formed in my mind during a refueling stop that was marking the halfway.

"Everything that I..knew about you that day... Is that..you're from Imperial nobility..and you was abducted, and..I know it happens quite often..in your society. Sometimes..just for milking the rich parents, and..then the hostage and the abductors..just share the money as they..were cooperating from the start. So... I thought that..it was the same..stuff. And Jacqueline..was a slave."

Crap... Words are becoming more and more difficult for me. Painkillers were still in effect, but I felt that... I'm getting weaker with those wounds. And, ah, love the irony, I wanted to speak with Creamy. I wanted to apologise for being who I am. I wanted to part ways being at least not in some kind of argument. To settle the score and move on. Much probably we won't see each other in the future, I was almost sure. And, of course, he won't have a slightest intention to see me again. After this. But... Yeah. Settle the score and move on.

"And... I stayed in the cabin..on JB's ship... Because I knew..what she might be feeling. Afraid of..being in the closed cabin..with the person that definitely stronger..than her. See... We.. Me and her... We have similar experiences..of losing control over our..lives. So, I was trying to..give her a bit of confidence."

"My judgements are simple... I fight in..self-defence, and also I..fight slavers. As I've said, both..criminals and legal ones. So..that less people will..have to go through... That hell. Hell that will leave its..ineffaceable mark on them. I..fight superpower-affiliated companies..trying to take over independent..worlds."

"But now... I have some..intense processing in my..mind. About what you..did. What you've tried..to do. To face my reaction..afterwards. And it was my deeply..ingrained pattern. Pattern that was..brought to me by several..years of my past."

And we were closer and closer to the end of our route. I was trying to... explain my point of view in detail... So we could part our ways forever, but, at least, in peace.
14 Nov 2021, 9:10pm
“Some instructor once told me, ‘if you only ever learn my style, you won’t know why other masters’ think it’s wrong and easy to beat’ and I think that’s also true for ones approach to life. I grew up an Imperial and I’m happy living under the princesses’ rule. Well, I’m more the Emperors man; she’s got her head screwed on and knows whats’ what, but my family lives in the princesses’ back garden, so we follow her dictates. That doesn’t automatically mean I hate the Feds or the Alliance, they each have of millions of people that seem quite happy to be there, so who am I with my, what fifteen years’ of worthwhile life experience to judge them?”

“If I am unhappy with someone, it’s because of what they do and to a lesser extent, what they say. Even so, one dose try to be polite and I certainly wouldn’t give them a final attitude adjustment just because I think they deserve it. They could just be having a bad day”

“Not saying that way of thinking has worked for me of late. The last year or so has been deeply upsetting, but I haven’t enforced my will on anyone else either, like the damn Pilots' Federation. The kindest person in the galaxy can go one meter a second too fast leaving a slot, and the PF make it legal for any pilot, raider or trader, to blow them out of the stars and collet a hundred credits for killing them”

Creamy leaned forwards and wagged a finger at Meowers.

“If ya want an evil faceless oppressor to take down, go after them. Other than that, give people a chance I say. It’s a dangerous galaxy, and it gets no better if we all answer its problems with the sound of the first shot”
14 Nov 2021, 9:22pm
I was completely silent, until the landing on Aucharnie station. Letting my... internal troubles control me wasn't a good thing to do, but... I can't do it the other way, being that messed up, it just overpowers me. So... There was nothing more to say. I've opened the main airlock and called a medical team to pick me up. Walking even with station gravity could really make my wounds worse than they already were.

"Farewell, Creamy. Thank..you for all you've done for..me, or what you wanted to..do for me. And... Forgive me for..who I am. I hope we'll..never meet again..so you could do your..good without my interference. And..let your journey become..good, at last. Farewell."
30 Nov 2021, 1:22am
JB took a swig from his hip flask as he watched traffic passing outside the observation deck window of Cook Penal Colony’s prisoner processing outpost. He gazed quietly as a wing of Gunships that rose from “Head Chef”, one of the prison planet’s 3 orbital Flight Carriers, began their patrol.

The two guards sat at the desk eyed JB with more than just a hint of distain. He didn’t blame them. JB’s organisation had recently taken control of the colony… and now here he was, only a few days later flexing his authority and getting a prisoner released.

JB knew how the guards at Cook viewed his organisation too, it was the same way most people misjudged smugglers. Folk automatically think of them as pirates. JB had grown tired of arguing with fuckers about the difference… “Pirates take… smugglers provide!!!”… “It’s non-violent, nobody gets hurt!!!”… nobody listens…nobody really cares so long as they get their little contraband treats.

But, contrary to his objections, JB was still a criminal and had done a few stints at Cook in the past, although none of it was for smuggling… JB was more your aggravated assault kind of offender.

JB took another swig as he saw a ship in the distance being chaperoned by a wing of FDLs towards the Head Chef. He guessed it was the head of La Arditezza coming in. JB’s boss back at Jamaica Inn Movement had organised the release of a prisoner for them. The two organisations had been working together for a while and this sort of Quid Pro Quo was a typical political move to grease the wheels.

JB had worked with La Arditezza before and knew their boss, Saverio, relatively well. He hoped this wouldn’t take too long as, even as a free man, being eyeballed by prison guards still made his skin crawl… that and the fact that his flask was getting low.


Last edit: 30 Nov 2021, 11:23pm
30 Nov 2021, 10:34am
-"Whiskey-Uniform-Niner-Zero-Echo, Cleared to land, pad zero-three."

In the Carrier's landing zone, prepared to provide service for a full retinue of Saverio's men, a single Clipper slowly made it's way to the landing pad, resting gently. From it's airlock emerged just one, inconspicious man, holding a wooden box. Sunglasses being his only distinct feature. It was Roberto Falcone, one of the Saverio's most trusted associates.

-"Sir, I need to confiscate your weapons..." Roberto looked around, trying ot get a glympse at the flock of armed men now surrounding him, and noded in agreement. He then he proceeded to reach for a pocket of his suit, raising the guards' attention, and unholstered his sidearm. Roberto then dropped the weapon carelessly on the ground, giving out a quick smirk.

As far as he was concerned, there were at least 8 to 9 different ways to eliminate your target in close quaters, unarmed. Five of them Roberto alredy tested. Three of them Roberto had the displeasure to witness...

The man rolled his eyes as the guards proceeded to scan the package he was holding, but knew better than to get offended. After all, he dealt with "barbarians" inhabiting the opposite side of colonized space for the most part of his career. Here, shamefull murder of ones business associates, should the proper circumstances arise and without a proper warning, was an awfully common occurence in both worlds.

-"So, ... gentlemen ... shall we proceed now?"
30 Nov 2021, 9:32pm
JB had been watching as the Clipper gently glided onto the Flight Carrier. It was too far away for him to see the ship’s name but the Arditezza symbol was recognisable from the processing outpost he was watching from.

JB had been conducting these types of political meetings for the Jamaica Inn Movement for a while now. Sometimes it was in fancy hotels, sometimes it was in shithole bars, sometimes it was friendly, sometimes it was hostile… he’d gotten used to having to adapt his negotiations. A prison processing outpost was a new one to him, with two desk chiefs giving him the stink-eye, but he’d worked in tougher situations.

In the distance JB watched as his ship, The Cuckoo departed from the FC. One of his team, Cookie, was piloting his ship… it was a battered-to-shit “rat rocket” of a Keelback but the high-end cabins were designed for the high-end crooks that he was used to ferrying around away from prying eyes.

The Cuckoo passed above the observation lounge as it made it’s way to the outpost’s medium pad. The lift doors were the other side of the two desk chiefs, this was the hub part where the prisoners were processed before being sent down to the prison on the planet… and where the prisoner would be released to La Arditezza.

Although the processing part was nearby, the observation lounge itself was completely empty apart from JB. He’d already set up a small table by the huge window with two comfyish chairs. Two glasses and a glass bottle of water sat in the middle of the table.

There was a dull “beep” and a green light lit up above a lift door. JB wiped his palms on his trouser legs as he prepared for Saverio to emerge from the elevator.

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