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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.
01 Nov 2021, 3:04pm
"Ow. Thank you..perhaps", I replied, having heard the compliment, or what seemed like it, being busy with inspecting the tech panel indication. Hah...You know, I see Marshmallow as my..not just a best friend, but even a soulmate. This ship is a part of me now... Part of personality, part of my life, whatever I did, would be impossible without her. So, everything was 'green', engines were still warm enough for an instant take-off, and we were ready.

I diverted as much power as possible to the drive systems, and with engines roaring at maximal thrust, Marshmallow rapidly shot up into the sky, piercing the clouds and eventually leaving the atmosphere of Lushertha A1. It took just a minute for us to see the skies blackening and stars appearing. So, when we reached space, I adjusted the course to follow the escape vector, checked the gravity indicator and then remembered about my guest.

"Seems she likes you...Errm...I mean, Marshmallow. You're not looking like someone who's about to faint away, hah", I said, leaning to the left in the pilot seat and turning my head to face Creamy. "We're about to leave the Lushertha system. That your ship is somewhere in the Col-285's. I'll check the data when we'll be in the hyper. So...It will be a long road, but, uh, not sickeningly long. There's three lockers in the bottom part of the console...Right one is occupied with a source of that..Unusual herbal scent. A gift I picked up recently... Other two are filled with travel supplies. From drink and food if you get hungry, to meds if you get hurt, just..don't touch... my stuff, okay?"

Speaking of travel supplies... Yeah, you know that I prefer simple and effective things..So, nothing fancy. Self-heating cans with tea and coffee, with those zero-G drinking straws, simple food, mostly meat jerky with various seasonings... Favourite food of some ancient warriors, it doesn't decay for a very long time, and gives you much energy to..do everything. Also some canned snacks, and, hah..According to the ship's name, some marshmallows. Vanilla, raspberry and tangerine flavours.

"Anyway, how's you're..feeling yourself? I remember you was quite roughed up when I'd last seen you", and then I heard the message notification on the comms. It was a private channel, but not 'my' private, known only by people who are dear to me... Usual ship comm private, "Ah, what the, who's... The heck?! How did they... Look at this."

Message was... Completely weird messed up crap. That contract was abandoned..Hah, goodbye half-billion credits. However, screw them. I'm not killing that person for money. And..I pretty much guess it was a dupe anyway. Herthans Labour was a facade. So, I wasn't going to see that money. But, uh, the sender wasn't the Herthans Labour rep, it was..Ciphered? Hidden? Completely unreadable mess of symbols. And..uh..those photos... Is somebody watching me? Us? The photos were...A mess. They were noisy, glitchy, seems like the camera or whatever was damaged, and that.. weird 'electric blue' tint all over, and.. Weird symbols. Completely unknown to me. They weren't hieroglyphs, or cyrillics, or ancient arabic stuff...Uh. Can't say exactly what it is.

And the photos... Blurred, glitchy, but I've recognised.. Some of them were showing us running to the ship, one with us leaving the atmoshpere almost vertically, and one..Recent. With Marshmallow already in the space..Heck. Shit. What the... Sensors are clear, absolutely, not a glimpse, not a..not anything, on every detail level. We were alone here, but... What the. Uh, I guess... We have to leave now. Screw the route plotting, we have to leave this place. Now. To the nearest star. I think..we should shake this..thing off our trail. Make some chaotic jumps with intertwining trajectories...


(One of the weird photos I received on the private channel.)


Last edit: 01 Nov 2021, 3:24pm
01 Nov 2021, 6:16pm
It was nice to be a passenger again, it gave Creamy a chance study the heat effects on the ship as they cleared the atmosphere. The colours ripping down the hull from the nose and washing over the canopy were like a fiery aurora borealis happening just meters from his face.

Meowers
"Seems she likes you...Errm...I mean, Marshmallow. You're not looking like someone who's about to faint away, hah"


Creamy smiled, the complement had landed. First time he had tried to be nice to Mrs Muir, she ignored him. His comfort was nothing special, Creamy had flown liners for so long, braking atmosphere was nothing special. Being from a high gravity world, the g-force let Creamy feel the weight of his body for a change, and he really missed that feeling in space.

Meowers
"We're about to leave the Lushertha system. That your ship is somewhere in the Col-285's. I'll check the data when we'll be in the hyper. So...It will be a long road, but, uh, not sickeningly long. There's three lockers in the bottom part of the console...Right one is occupied with a source of that..Unusual herbal scent. A gift I picked up recently... Other two are filled with travel supplies. From drink and food if you get hungry, to meds if you get hurt, just..don't touch... my stuff, okay?"


He was trying not to get his hopes up. If it was his ship, it had a few things of value to Creamy; items from home and some original trophies and awards, not synthesiser reproductions. The greatest prise of all left on his mining ship was the original Ninette; the one that was with him when he first left home. If he could get that back and merge her with the second installation he was using currently, his PA program would be back to its completely amazing self.

He stated poking about in the supplies locker. He had just finished moving a few tons of cargo and was feeling quite peckish. Seeing plenty of jerky in a selection of flavours brightened his day, and he took a pack of sweet’n’smoky.

Meowers
"Anyway, how's you're..feeling yourself? I remember you was quite roughed up when I'd last seen you"


Taking a breath ready to witter on about himself again, one of Creamys’ preferred subjects, he stopped short of first word. Mrs Muir seemed occupied with the coms panel.
01 Nov 2021, 9:37pm
That..stuff got me..anxious a bit. And..energised. Like, that mobilised state was turning on. Can't say that's good.. Yeah, now it's more chances to get through... Anything. But then, uh, the crappy aftermath. Thing that I really hate. But, had to be concentrated here and now. Dropping the guard even for a minute could be fatal, who knows. And who knows what stuff was that.. Why it was invisible on the sensors? They can spot some little metal debris, littering the orbits, from many kilometres, but this... And the photos were done from a relatively short distance.

"Shit... The last thing I want in this life is to have some..thing spying on me", I said, quickly selecting the nearest star on the nav panel and activating the jump sequence. "We have to move fast now. I'll jump several times between nearest stars to mess up the trail. Get ready."

Jumpdrive charged and blue streams of the hyperspace tunnel shrouded the Marshmallow, that's now piercing the void several hundred times faster than light. In the relative safety of hyperspace, I've opened the contract files again..Ah, so good that I've saved the copies, as they tried to delete any related info, abandoning the contract.

"Our ship is in... Yeah. Col 285 place. Col 285, HQ-H B25-7, orbiting planet #5. Blue gas giant. In the icy rings... Here", sharing the photo of Anaconda to the co-pilot display, I've leaned to the left again. "Was going for some LTDs, ain't you? Hah. Maybe the contract had something to do with the cargo? Can you remember how many you had onboard already? But, then, they said that.. That stuff could be handled by a single person. Everything could be handled by a single person in a zero-G, however, but...I guess the thing is small. Can you remember something?"
01 Nov 2021, 10:40pm
There was a lot going on that Creamy wasn't privy to. It sounded like they were being followed already, that was quick by any standard. He immediately checked the scanner scope starting at five hundred meters and slowly increasing the distance. Nothing.

It was nice watching Mrs Muir fly. She plotted the next jump randomly and jumped as soon as the FDS had recycled skimming the new star before making the next jump. She wasted very little thrust or time.

Meowers
"Our ship is in... Yeah. Col 285 place. Col 285, HQ-H B25-7, orbiting planet #5. Blue gas giant. In the icy rings... Here", sharing the photo of Anaconda to the co-pilot display, I've leaned to the left again. "Was going for some LTDs, ain't you? Hah. Maybe the contract had something to do with the cargo? Can you remember how many you had onboard already? But, then, they said that.. That stuff could be handled by a single person. Everything could be handled by a single person in a zero-G, however, but...I guess the thing is small. Can you remember something?"


Creamy looked at the image, It was an Anaconda, but Creamy couldn't remember what paint job he put on it, or what it was called. Was it Extramarital Affair again, maybe Teasing Penetration? He had liked that lil innuendo for a mining ship. Without Ninette, Creamy didn't have hope of remembering. Ninette did all the remembering for him.

"I'd mined nothing. The damned ship shut down the moment I pulled the trigger. As far as I know, the hold is full of limpets and nothing else"

That wasn't true. He had stocked the hold with some luxury supplies too.

"Hmm there are a few tones of Altairian Skin and some bottles one simply can't acquire by the tone. They would set a collector back a pretty penny, but all together, my inventory couldn't be worth the price you were promised to hunt me down. I'm afraid I'm at a loss as to the whys and where fors of this situation Mrs Muir"
02 Nov 2021, 12:23am

(A photo of lost Anaconda from the contract files)

"Look at that photo once again, please... Don't you notice anything interesting?" I said, and, without waiting for an answer, continued. "Yup, it's bluish a bit, but it's because of ice. No electric..Tint. No weird symbols. And the location metadata is present and correct, so, we know the whereabouts of that ship."

Emerging from another hyperjump, I put the Marshmallow on a safe enough orbit...Temperatures were okay, hydrogen scooping activated properly. Fuel reserves were lower than 20% after series of consecutive jumps, so, yep, refueling time. Where are we... Ah, yeah. V538 Aurigae. Making sure that orbit is stable and we're within safe temperature zone, I stood up from the pilot seat and stretched out. Seating was fine, but, yeah... Had to do some activity to prevent..jellifying myself. Then, clanking with magboots, I reached Creamy and pointed at the co-pilot interface screen with a finger.

"See? That photo is a bit messy too, but... It's a 'normal' mess. Long-range camera, poor lighting, lots of dust. However, that... Bluish glow around the ship? Same colour as the previous photos. And it comes from the hull... Not from the thrusters or something else. It's... Enveloping. Hell suspicious. Somebody was there to take the photo... And also was..Too afraid? Too confused? Whatever. That ship is inactive, but they didn't came closer to it to make a better shot", shortly after finishing the sentence I heard the melodic signal from my personal communicator and pulled it out of the pocket. Then, looking at the screen, I nodded slightly and disabled the alarm. "Uh..Sorry, lunch time."

Walking away and reaching the 'travel supplies' locker, I opened it, took a pack of jerky meat, two cans of black tea and the med box, and then returned to the pilot seat. And, yep... It's good to have some sunbathing.


(Stop at V538 Aurigae)


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02 Nov 2021, 8:46am
Creamy regarded Meowers’ backside with a connoisseurs eye as she explained what she thought were anomalies in the picture.

Mowers
"See? That photo is a bit messy too, but... It's a 'normal' mess. Long-range camera, poor lighting, lots of dust. However, that... Bluish glow around the ship? Same colour as the previous photos. And it comes from the hull... Not from the thrusters or something else. It's... Enveloping. Hell suspicious. Somebody was there to take the photo... And also was..Too afraid? Too confused? Whatever. That ship is inactive, but they didn't came closer to it to make a better shot"


“Yeees” escaped Creamys’ mouth in a deep but soft base tone, having come to a satisfactory conclusion about Mowers rear and long legs. “Intriguing indeed Mrs Muir”

He sat up and paid attention to the picture before he got himself shot for leering. When he first looked at the image, he had zoomed in on the ship trying to see if he recognised it as his. Creamy hadn’t really looked at the wider picture. While he was studding the image, there was a wind-chime sort of sound from somewhere about Mowers person.

Mowers
"Uh..Sorry, lunch time."


Was it? That was one of the many problems of space travel; everyone was on a different schedule. Creamy felt it was early evening. While Mowers busied herself with the locker, Creamy took a shot at explaining the pictured ships' halo.

“Hmm, if that is my ship, it’s been sat there for about two years with all that fine ice and dust. I doubt anyone has been by to degauss the hull for me; it’s probably built up a charge that is attracting ice. Couldn’t that glow just be the imaging software highlighting an ice cloud forming around the ship, do you think?”

If they were going to be taking a break, Creamy wanted to use the time to fight off the main thing he didn’t like about space travel. Muscle atrophy and degrading bone density. He got up and rummaged around in his kitbag strapped to back of the co-pilots seat to retrieve his heavy resistance bands and orthopaedic supplements.
02 Nov 2021, 9:46am
"Wuuu-ww pwowaw...Hmmmrrr!", trying to reply before finishing the slice of meat, umm, wasn't my best idea of the day. So, had to deal with it first. "Um. Sorry. Happens. So, you're probably right... But then. Even if this colour is...more natural. Why your systems went down?"

A big gulp of tea was a decent ending for my utilitarian lunch. Getting up from the seat to put all the wrappers and cans into the recycler, and the box of..umm..food additives back into the locker, I noticed Creamy searching for something in his bag. Bag... Things... Carrying... Cargo. Hmmm...

"Hey. I got an idea. Narrowing down the search...", I leaned on the console, making sure that I won't press any buttons or something like that, and folded my arms across the chest. "Those... Rare goods were your only cargo? See... DeLacy ships are usually damn reliable. Blown fuses are your biggest problem with any hardpoint equipment malfunction... And, the power. Anacondas have enough power to make those mining lasers shine for..hours. So...Maybe something was making an interference? Something that wasn't connected to the circuits, but... still of electric nature? And... It could be valuable. Connected to the contract, maybe."

But then I decided... Whatever was inside that ship.. Why so much talking? Coordinates were known, we could just, you know, fly there and see the thing with our own eyes. And those... Spies. Drones. That...thing, making photos of us. I've tried to mess up the trail, jumping between four systems in a completely random pattern, however... Can't guarantee...And it was damn invisible.

"Anyway, it's your ship...Possibly. Let's just go there and take a look. Maybe...Resolving that thing in some unusual way will be worth the time. And, yeah, refueling will be completed soon."
02 Nov 2021, 11:25am
Creamy stretched a high resistance band over his head, onto his chest and pulled it out to either side on his palms as he tried to remember what had happened.

“I jumped out from the path well-travelled, looking for a prospect that hadn’t been picked clean. We were in the middle of a opal and LTD boom ya see, so getting a location was the first task”

The band was a little weak; Creamy changed it for a stronger one.

“Once I got m’ship in front of a likely looking rock I popped me lasers and then pulled the trigger. Soon as I did, everything shut down. I mean everything. I couldn’t even pack the hard points away, the consoles had turned off and the panels on the seat arms were dead too”

That was better, now he really had to push to stretch the band.

“I fiddled with everything I could, but I’m not a technical sort of chap; usually pay a man that is, when something needs fixing don’cha know? I had to spend a couple of days in a vacuum suit using up the air room by room camping out where I could. I was lucky Cinnny and Clair happened by and picked me up. A ship that was supposed to be my home could have been my tomb if it wasn’t for them”

Sliding his palms along the band, Creamy started pushing it forward from his chest.

"I have no idea why that happened and neither did Cinny. She knew her way around a power core I can tell you. I’d spent a kings ransom turning that ship into a mining monster come luxurious residence, and it’s was a dud. Always intended on going back to get it, but I forgot where it was parked ” Finished Creamy with a ‘and that’s all I know’ look about his face.
02 Nov 2021, 1:54pm
"Hmmm... I guess we'll never know until we see it", shrugging, I've looked at Creamy's workouts and then returned to the controls. "I'm a kind of... Tech. Still have some skills. But... They're useless in those theoretical talks. Should look."

So, the route plotting... Let it be the less suspicious one. Quite straightforward and including only certain types of stars, which allow hydrogen scooping. Col 285... HQ-H... B25-7. Got it. When my 'former target but now companion' was done with his exercises and returned to the seat, I've activated the jump sequence...

"What the... Crap...How's that possible? Do you see it? Mass-lock factor 95. Ninety-damn-five. It's like... Four Fed Corvettes. And there's...nothing on the sensors, again", uh.. that was.. completely damn unbelievable. Nothing..Completely nothing, we're in vacuum. I've made a few spins, trying to get a visual at least, but..Nothing. Nobody. Only the most common starscape to one side and that V538 Aurigae star to another. Whatever had the mass of four Corvettes and was nearby...Was invisible? Or moved fast enough..to remain behind me all the time? Goddamn... It was the low orbit around a damn star! Whatever it was, it had to reflect the light, at least! Nothing. Vacuum. Just that star and Marshmallow.

Putting all possible power to the engines and the rest to the shields, I've boosted away, aligning to the jump vector. Jump charge indicator was..Hell slow. One minute, two, three... And then, all of a sudden, at something like thirty percent charge.. The hyperjump tunnel enveloped the ship and the acceleration started. We were in a jump. But...how?


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02 Nov 2021, 3:50pm
Searching the stars and scope just as diligently as Meowers was, Creamy drew a blank too. He was consulting the Modules panel for malfunctions when the Marshmallow lurched into Witchspace. No count down, the tunnel simply appeared and the ship lunged forwards.

After recovering from the physical jerk caused by sudden acceleration, Creamy watched the tunnel and checked for the destinations star. The Marshmallow was steady, he couldn’t see the exit star yet, but at least the ship wasn’t tumbling like it did during a Thargoid interdiction. That didn’t mean this wasn’t Thargoid interference, they had been very hostile lately, but it didn’t look like it. If anything the jump seemed faster than usual; maybe it was the extra speed, that didn’t make sense as far as Creamy understood traveling through Witchspace, but this jump sounded different.

There was a chattering that sounded like tiny ball bearings being dropped on to sheet metal, but it was uniform; it had a rhythm like a poem. Not musical, but lyrical. He gripped the panic handles on the side of his seat and tried to sound reassuring as he said what was on his mind.

“Ride it out I think, don’t fight it” coz we’ll bloody well lose he thought to himself.
02 Nov 2021, 6:55pm
Speeds were... Tremendous. Unreachable during the 'normal' hyperjump. Uh..I was looking calm, like..Super calm, watching the unusually quickly swirling hypertunnel. Just staring blank at it. However, it was a hell of a race of thoughts that were playing..leapfrog all over my mind. All that..Possibilities. Outcomes. Analysis patterns and results. None of them were positive. It was like a...vortex. Catching one thought and following it..To the deepest bottoms of any possible results. Trying to find an exit, or a shortcut at least...Only to find nothing. Everything looked weird enough, unknown and..Quite hazardous. Like..That crap was pretty well informed about my soft spots. About...something watching me constantly and littering my path with..situations that weren't predictable, not in any way. And some completely unresolvable puzzles. Crap! Why..Why I wasn't prepared? Why I wasn't thinking about..seeing something that I can't explain? The first hint was tossed at me with those photos. Shit! Damn it! Why I just..didn't lay low and analyse that, why that...Rush? Why that foolhardiness? Shit...Ah, stop. Be professional. That flow of anxiety never brought you to something good...No matter how logical it seems, it's just a..haze. Constanly flashing signals, too countless to process properly..Stop...Steady..Don't think too much, don't overreact... Keep it steady and simple..Operate with what you have now.. Come on, stop it..Stop it...stop it...right..steady..slowly..breathe... No, no emergency pills now..Keep it as a last resort...Just...Ah, got it...Must admit, it was..quite easier than...Before.

"Hmmm...Wait a minute", I said quietly and unbuckled the safety harness, slowly floating off the pilot seat. Then I touched the floor with magboots, set on minimal power, for..making that clanking sound quiet, and reached the lockers under the console. Looking at the middle one..stop, no, don't...Don't let it overcome you, stop..Fight it, don't submit to it..fight while you can...learn how to fight it... So, I've opened the right one, a locker with that herb bag from Chilton.

Peaceful, calming scent, a mesmerising mix of aromas slowly moved me..To this imaginary, faraway and still unreachable, but somehow feeling real, little world...Serene and beautiful, unique..Let's build up on the good thoughts, not that mess..Even if it's imaginary. Like...you know, that vanilla aroma that I use everywhere, to make things comfortable..It's just a background. Too known for me. Calming, putting my 'thought streams' in the right direction, but still well-known. This..Was a complete novelty.

However, the endpoint of that weird hyperspace tunnel became visible, and there was a star...Uh. Not the one I was trying to reach with the first jump of my route. I've closed the locker, returned to the controls and buckled up.

Marshmallow emerged from the hyperjump, and then... Every system went down. Including the emergency ventilation and oxygen reserve. How the... The ship went...Deadly silent. Even that odd metal chattering stopped. Yeah, we still had some breathable air in the cockpit, but it wasn't for a long time. What the... I've pressed the main power switch. Silence. Nothing. Again...Nothing...Ah, damn it, what's that mess, what's this all about, crap, crap, crap...Ah, stop...Let's be professional. Reaching the fuse panel under the console, near the lockers, I've tried to assess the possible damage. Yup. Most of them were completely fried. Had to replace. I had many spare fuses, but, however... If something was malfunctioning, it could blow the new fuse away again. Had to run the checks.

"I guess...You should put your helmet on. The vents are out. And the emergency life support too", I've said with... Calmness that seemed completely inappropriate now, but somehow comforting..me. Giving me some confidence. "I'll check everything. Have to do some EVA as well, nothing could beat the manual muscle-powered emergency airlock."

Also, I've looked at the surrounding stars, trying to analyse...Our possible location.


(Unexpected supercruise drop in unknown system.)


Last edit: 02 Nov 2021, 9:23pm
02 Nov 2021, 10:37pm
Creamy was already up, and his mask had come down as soon as the power failed. He was looking around, but not outside the cockpit. This was wrong, very wrong.

“Mmmm, this is an event of high strangeness Mrs Muir. Discovery and diagnosis is of upmost importance, but separating feels very much like a foolish thing to do”

It didn’t take long for Creamy to locate the hand crank on the cockpit door. It quickly yielded to his considerable strength as he pumped the door open.

“I shall accompany you Mrs Muir, it seems you may have need of my strong back under current conditions anyhow. And fear not, I am a fully trained in vacuum rescue. It was part of the requirement for my class A Saud Kruger liner pilot licence”

With the door open, Creamy presented a half bow and swept his arm out the door.

“After you Miss” was said with a smile.
02 Nov 2021, 11:18pm
"Oh, awesome", finishing with connecting the EVA safety cord with my suit, I took the second reel out of the emergency supplies locker and slowly pushed it towards Creamy. Hah. Sometimes I enjoy throwing stuff around in zero-G... And then I nodded towards the slowly floating reel. "You better catch this. Courtesy is useless when you're falling onto a star. And... yeah. Always letting women go to the dangerous places first, heh?"

Can't say that I was graceful with those zero-G EVA floating moves... I'm not graceful at all, to be honest, hah. But, well, effective at least. So... I needed a plan. And it was pretty simple: EVA first, find and deal with any damage or interference, inspect the ship, and then do any internal repairs and system reboot. And... Let's follow it. Before leaving the cockpit, I glanced at the rifle, that was placed in the holding clamps on the wall. Hmmm... Yup. As for me, being armed is being prepared. And I, kind of... Like that weapon. Saved my sorry arse several times. I may not need that thing after all, but if I'm going to need it... It's better to have one. And, uh. Who knows what kind of weird crap could be haunting us. So... Whatever it is, it's going to choke on a heated plasma rounds before getting to me. Releasing the clamps, I took the weapon and fixed the belt on my suit, so it won't be flapping-flopping around.

"Ah, don't ask me", I mumbled quietly, arming myself. "Let's go. EVA first, internals later. Inspect, locate, repair". And I walked down the main corridor towards the emergency airlock in its end. It was completely dark, so I tried to activate the flashlight on my suit... Only to see nothing. Crap! Seems like all electrical devices went offline, even those not connected to the ship. However, it was narrowing the search down to... Interferences. Not the ship malfunctions. So.. Suit circuitry was out as well. At least the oxygen supply was using the simple pressure physics, and thermal insulation was good enough, I had, like, half an hour outside, before getting fried by that... Yellow star. And, uh, my first destination point was the red dwarf. Crap, weird crap...

"Follow me. I know the Marshmallow better than station techs and anybody else", ah. At least we were able to talk in the ship. But... gestures-only outside.
03 Nov 2021, 12:44pm
As soon as they left the cockpit, they lost the light of the star and Creamy had to stay close to Meowers as she led him through the unfamiliar ship. Fortunately, the airlock had a narrow view port in both doors that lie a little light trickle into the prep area. Creamy took a stack of old-fashioned magnetic clamps and tested them on a bulk head. They may be manual, but they still had a very strong grip, providing they made contact with a magnetic surface.

“Well then Mrs Muir, I’ll keep us anchored to the hull, so as long as you’re connected to me, you can move around a little more casually. Respect the basic safety rules and double anchor point yourself all the same. I’m back up in case of equipment failure”


Meowers picked up her own equipment and tools, checked them, and opened the inner air lock. They stepped into the narrow space together and Meowers closed the door to start the depressurisation proses. This left them face to face with only a scat few inches between them. Creamys mind went to where it always goes in situations like this, and a playful half smile raised the right side of his lips.

He was almost eye to eye with the tall capable brunette, but he still managed to use the tiny difference in their height to put and hand on the wall beside Meowers head and lean down a little to talk to her while they still had a little atmosphere to carry sound.

“You know, we should do a final suit check in the few minutes we have here. Check the seals and what not before exposing ourselves to vacuum”

He pushed himself away and leaned on the wall behind him, putting his hands on his thighs.

“You give me a tougher going over, and then I’ll check you out” he said with a smile that could be called innocent in the dim light.
03 Nov 2021, 2:26pm
Ah, those slow mechanical air vents. They were meant to slow down the air flow, while it was escaping the ship, into the open space... So..uh. Staying so close to this man wasn't really a comfortable experience, but, yup, the more people inside, the less free space, and less air to lose.

"Uh. No need to hover over me so close...there's still enough air to hear each other", I said with a glimpse of a hope that my usual flat tone won't be perceived as a 'passive acceptance' of this situation. "Yeah... You're right. Since it's two of us and zero power to see the indication... We have to resort to that old-school check-up."

Checking his gloves-to-sleeves and sleeves-to-vest connections was simple enough, but looking at the helmet seal brought me..uncomfortably close again. Yep..you know. I don't have any prejudices or whatever, but..too close. My former target and now accidental companion wasn't looking..interested only in the practical side of that process..you got it. Yep, that smile. And did he try to look me in the eyes, while I was inspecting that helmet seal?

And, uh, those vest and boots. There was too little room, and I had to almost sit on the floor, and, hah..You know, I'm clumsy a bit. So, both of his boots were looking okay... And then the vest-to-trousers... Ah, crap. Yup, it was okay, sealed tightly, but, you know. I couldn't see it, but I guess that guy was smiling like an idiot. Ugh... those casanovas.

"Yep, you're good to go", I said, standing up from the floor. "Now it's your turn. Or, should I say... A last chance to touch me without being shot, huh?"

And that devilish grin. Learned that thing long ago and completely liked the effect, hah.

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