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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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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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.


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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.

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.

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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.

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09 Dec 2021, 1:30pm
Back aboard The Cuckoo, JB sat at the controls as he lifted the battered-black Keelback off the pad. His comms list was filled with jobs for the next week or so.

His ship was designed to keep his reclusive clients away from prying eyes; from gang bosses wanting to move without authorities knowing… celebrities wanting to keep under the radar… to high-paying love-rats that want to keep their extramarital escapades to themselves. The run-down exterior masked the high-end cabins aboard The Cuckoo, with it’s powerful engines and long-range jump-drive, so that nobody expected the punchy little ship to have anything of interest behind it’s peeled paint.

JB accepted the first of the jobs on his list, set a route to the pick-up… let out a huge sigh… then fired up the FSD.

He hoped he’d have a chance for some R&R soon… but, according to his list… it may be a while till that came around.
09 Dec 2021, 7:47pm

---Continued From The Docks---
Takeoff went smoothly. Silas could sense Maul's relief, but he wasn't feeling so relieved himself. This was just the beginning of what was sure to be a pain in the ass.


The pair floated along in silence for a second while Maul cruised out of the no-fire zone.

"Seriously though... that guy that I sniped was planting a bomb on my friend's ship. I really didn't have a choice." was Silas' choice of icebreaker.

"Oh, don't high-wake yet. There's a stop we gotta make. Look for a distress beacon from an escape pod with an SOS message that says 'URGENT: NEED WHISKEY'.
11 Dec 2021, 7:53am
Maul did indeed raise an eyebrow this time as his head turned on a swivel towards Silas. Without saying a word he turned back towards the canopy and began tuning the FSS to the appropriate frequency and began scouring the systems various signals.

"So...sniped a guy, huh?" Maul asked, twisting a few dials. "It worked? You saved your friend?"
13 Dec 2021, 9:10pm
"Yeah... well, 'friend' was an oversimplification. 'New employer' is more accurate."

Silas thought for a second.

"...actually, that was the job that led to me meeting Lamb and Kai, and ultimately you, so in a way I could blame him for this entire mess if I wanted to."

Silas paused a second time.

"...I'm not sure but I think he might be dead now. So I guess I won't hold it against him."
14 Dec 2021, 6:56pm
At that moment Maul located the signal from the escape pod and began moving the ship towards it.

"Funny how things like that can lead people to one another. For a galaxy as vast as this, it sure does appear to be small sometimes."

The escape pod wasn't too far off but Maul decided to be careful and approach it slowly in an effort to not smash directly into it.

"So my turn to fess up I guess."

"That station security guy back there, Darius. Used to work as an interstellar factor in a low pop system near Diaguandri a few years back. Met him through....uh...I guess we'll call them coworkers...and we actually became pretty close friends. After I split from you guys I went straight home to Ray Gateway. Apparently, Darius had been trying to contact me. He had gotten mixed up with some anarchists that began making moves in his home system.

Maul glanced over at Silas.

"Darius had a problem with narcotics. Now, I'm not one to judge a guys habits....well...I mean besides your obvious whiskey addiction." Maul chuckled.

"Hell, I enjoy a little onionhead from time to time, but I try to keep that shit on the DL and under control."

"But he wound up owing these anarchs for their 'services' and before you know it, it was more than he could ever afford. The no-brain-dickweeds were charging him 'interest', fuckers."

Maul paused for a moment.

"So I helped him detox and disappear. Let him crash on my couch for a bit while I worked out what the fuck we we're going to do."

Maul sighed and pushed the throttle forward to speed up a bit more before continuing.

"Blah blah blah, now he's got a new last name and a new job. Anyway it seems like he's doing well now and I don't ever want to drag someone back into this lifestyle if they've managed to escape it."


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15 Dec 2021, 9:19pm
Maul's explanation cause something to click in Silas' head.

"Huh, I thought I recognized that dude. I used to operate exclusively out of Ray Gateway when I was first starting out. Had a few contracts back then that... well, weren't so 'sanctioned', so I was something of a regular at the local IF offices. Honestly its kind of a miracle you and I never ran into one another."

He pulled out his slate and started searching through contacts.

"OK I think I'm going to give Suzi a buzz, she ought to have some idea where we should be headed."

Silas started a call to Lamb's corporate headquarters, which was picked up and placed in queue. He set the call to speaker so that Maul would have to suffer the abhorrent hold music as well, and looked up from the slate to watch Maul's approach on the pod.

After a few seconds someone answered, but it wasn't Suzi.

"Main office, how can I assist you?" said a bubbly female voice.

"Yeah, hi, this is Silas from Vigilia, can you put me throught to Suzi please?" Silas asked

"I'm sorry, she is currently on site at Donar's Oak, coordinating Thargoid attack relief efforts. Can I take a message?"

"No, that's OK... I'll get a hold of her, thanks."
Silas' last statement was polite enough, but he didn't wait for a response from the bubbly voice before ending the call.

He looked over to Maul, who was focused on lining up the cargo scoop with the escape pod.

"Well... you heard her. Looks like we're heading into that mess." he said. It was also at that point he noticed the ship seemed a little fast for his fragile cargo.

"OK careful, its not just a bunch of whiskey. All my gear is in that pod. Also, a bunch of whiskey."
20 Dec 2021, 5:59pm
Maul tapped the throttle back a few times to slow the ship down and opened the cargo scoop.

"Huh, it is odd that we never crossed paths on Ray Gateway. Although to be fair, I guess I did spend most days fucking with the local cartel. I used to sabotage their smuggling attempts any chance I could get. Used to have beef with one of their higher ups, big bald dude named Jimmy Heson. It was just my way of saying 'fuck you too'."

The escape pod appeared on the radar. Maul lined it up in the crosshair and gently scooped it up into the cargo bay. After it was safely secured and the cargo hatch was closed, he brought the ship to a halt and turned to Silas.

"Alright, so I'll be real with you for a sec. I'm fucking terrified of Thargoids. Even more so considering we're in a Diamondback Scout that is outfitted to be a mobile base for covert hacking ops."

Maul pulled out his data slate whilst bringing up the system map for the Delphi system on the ships holo display.

"Only reason I brought this ship in the first place was to fly under the radar. It can run cool as ice in the right situations. But yeah, I'm going to have 'The Ghoul' transferred to Lamb's Carrier in system. We'll swap ships when we get there. Probably best to be outfitted for a bit of combat."

"....Besides, I'm sure Suzi wont be too mad at me for taking up hangar space completely unannounced." He said with a grin.

The ships FSD began to spin up as Maul targeted the next system in route to Delphi.

"If you want to go grab your whisk-, er,...gear. Feel free to go have a poke around in the cargo bay. Try not to yank any wires or push any buttons on the way down. Also, Ignore anything that may look like a bomb....or sex toy....or both." Maul said jokingly with a hearty laugh.
21 Dec 2021, 3:08pm
Meanwhile a few thousand light years outside of Colonia.. ..

“Granted Lambaconda twenty-two, proceed to pad eight. Delighted to have visitors out here”

Giving the ship a little momentum, Lamb started lining up for a gentle approach to the assigned pad.

“Thank you Nebuchadnezzar, I’m confident my passengers will not cause any trouble, but they are a.. ..religious organisation..” informed Lambast, doing her best not to say ‘cult of deviant nutters’ “..so prepare your crew for an influx of oddness”

Lamb had done a lot of searching to find a safe port to lay over for a day or two between the bubble and Colonia. The carrier Nebuchadnezzar was privately own by a deep space explorer that called himself The Presence. From what she could tell of his movements, and that of his fleet, The Presence liked to stay away from civilisation more than Lamb did.

Almost everything that docked with the carrier over the last few months was an explorer or scientist of some sort leading Lamb to believe she would be able to buy some good supplies for the upcoming modifications the cultists would be making to the Anaconda.

Right now, there were more important concerns on her mind. It was almost Christmas, and Lamb wanted to make sure all the gifts and cards that she had sent were going to get to their intended recipients on time. The moment the ship was locked in, Lamb grabbed her kit bag and ran to the exit. On the way, Orwell flanked by his women, tried to waver her down for a chat.

He was say something ostentatious in his smooth chocolatey accent.

“Yes, wonderful. A pleasure to be of assistance. I do look forward to chatting with youatalatertime. Mustrush” Shout Lambast as she jogged, primly as possible by him and the girls, eager to get to the Nebuchadnezzars’ communications centre.

Lamb had very few friends, but a long Christmas list thanks to her responsibilities as the daughter of a Baroness. Some of the people on that list were hard to find and required skilled mercenaries, knowledgeable hackers, and peerless trackers simply to deliver a cake and card. She wanted to be sure everything was on track.

------------------------------------------

Orwell was not at all used to being ignored and found himself talking to a space where he expected to see the Captain of the Liner. He huffed angrily and thumbed his own communications, calling his head of security.

“It would seem our ee-lust-tree-ows captainnn is uncomp-row –miiisngly eager to be somewhere. Why don’t you just go see whats got her feet a-beatin boy?” ordered Orwell still looking down the corridor Lambast had used.
22 Dec 2021, 9:11pm
Maul Montresor "If you want to go grab your whisk-, er,...gear. Feel free to go have a poke around in the cargo bay. Try not to yank any wires or push any buttons on the way down. Also, Ignore anything that may look like a bomb....or sex toy....or both." Maul said jokingly with a hearty laugh.


Silas nodded with a chuckle and stood to make his way to the cargo bay.

"Hmm... actually, know what?" Silas paused and pulled up his slate, opening up his management console for Vigilia, scrolling through the active contracts.

"Yeah, shouldn't be a problem, it looks like my guys are actually running a security contract for that recovery op. They're competent and we've got an anti-xeno detachment over there."

After offering that reassurance to Maul, he continued to the cargo bay. Once he began descending the hatch opening, he found it was incredibly dark down there. What had happened to all the onboard lighting?

His foot caught on the ladder and he reached out into the darkness to steady himself. He retrieved his flashlight from his jacket pocket and clicked it on. The cargo bay had a mess of wiring and modifications along the walls, and it became immediately apparent what happened. Maul had used the power that was intended for the lighting to instead power... whatever was in the server racks he had installed.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of what he was hanging on to, and retracted with a loud startled "THEFUCK!?". The huge dildo was probably clean, as it was new in its package, but Silas wiped his hand on his jacket with a wince anyway. Looking back at what made him trip, leaning in the corner was what looked suspiciously like a packhound missile whose fin was overhanging the stepladder. He shook his head and made his way to the escape pod

He punched in the code, "69420", with a childish grin, and waited while the pod hissed and normalized pressure. When the lid opened, Silas was happy to see everything appeared to be in order. His combat gear, carbine, underbarrel EMP, some spare gear for Maul, as well as old-fashioned B&E/infiltration gear, and two crates of Old Sol.

"You said 'ignore the sex toy'. You didn't say it was a tripping-hazard dildo-deathtrap!". Silas fastened back into his seat and began removing the wax seal on the bottle of whiskey.

"Want some?"
23 Dec 2021, 8:42pm
Maul shook his head.

"Nah, not a big fan of alcohol. Never really liked the way it made me feel."

He turned to Silas and bowed his head slightly.

"But thank you."

The ship creaked and rumbled as Maul navigated around the star to scoop some fuel before the next series of jumps towards Delphi.

"Should have warned you about the lights, I guess." Maul chuckled, then continued.

"That 'tripping-hazard dildo-deathtrap', which might I add is the greatest string of words I have ever heard, is actually something I've been working on. I call it 'THE DILDOOM'." He said in a low gravely movie announcer-esque voice.

"If someone tries to access that hatch back there and if they're not authorized to do so, a couple things will happen. First, all the data saved locally here on the ship will be wiped. The sudden call for that will cause a surge that'll set the ship into a reboot sequence. The hatch will lock shut for a bit while the ship reboots and the intruder will be stuck down there in the dark. Second, once power is finally restored, It will attempt to route the power back to the lights. Which it will....to some of the lights anyhow. Just enough to illuminate the words 'GET FUCKED!' painted on the side of a purple packhound missile with a giant vibrating dildo stuck to the top of it. The rest of the power is used to detonate said missile in the largest, most messy way possible."

The FSD began to spin up for the next jump.

"Then....boom. 'THE DILDOOM'." He said with a proud grin as VERITY began the countdown for the jump.
24 Dec 2021, 6:02pm
Maul Montresor
"Then....boom. 'THE DILDOOM'." He said with a proud grin as VERITY began the countdown for the jump.



Looking at the time again didn’t help. Goulies’ ship had entered the system a few minutes ago, and unlike the crew of the carrier, he didn’t seem to be in a hurry. He’d had his “Big Jobs” ship delivered and it had arrived over half an hour ago. Suzi had Silas’ people send over a couple choices from his personal fleet as well, just in case. She didn’t know what the boys were up to, but seeing Goulies Krait on the delivery list, and then hearing from head office that Silas had called to talk with her, Suzi covered the basics.

Tugging on her mummys’ sleeve, Lilose asked about the hard-cases they were sitting on again.
“Are they Christmas presents for Mister Cowsland?”
Asked the four year old stroking the candyfloss-blue foxelcat; one of Xihes’ Biomorphic Companions scientifically designed to be painfully cute.

“His name is Mister Cousland darling; Cousland. And no, they are tools for work. Some of it is for him, and some of it is for another one of auntie Lambs’ friends you haven met yet, Mister Montresor. They should be landing any moment now Li”


Last edit: 24 Dec 2021, 8:40pm
25 Dec 2021, 12:27am
Locking the Anaconda in a loop, Lamb left the cockpit behind. It wasn’t creating a lot ‘down’ force, but it would be enough to keep liquid in a cup and her arse on the bed.

“Captain, it seems we are no lon..“ came through the intercom. Lamb turned it off without braking pace.

The Red Robed Cult of Cycloptic Destiny may not celebrate Christmas, but Lambast did, and she went off duty at lunchtime. The Nebuchadnezzar had been a little gold mine, its owner enjoyed a creature comfort or two himself, and Lamb had been able to bolster the few festive supplies she had brought with some choice food and drink.

Within half an hour, Lamb was wrapped in a big Christmas jumper with a voluptuous baggy roll neck that could be pulled up like a hood, and an oversized pair of helper-elf slippers on her feet tucked up on her bed. Taking a sip of piping hot chocolate, she started to hatch a festive plane for tomorrow’s important dinner.

Her eyes narrowed, and a vicious smile crawled over her lips as she took another sip of chocolaty lushness. She permitted herself a cruel chuckle.

“Ho ho ho indeed”
25 Dec 2021, 6:15pm
Festive hits from the past thirty years or so played in background levels around the front quarter of the ship. The invitation was outside the prep area that the stewards would use to load up the serving trollies from the galley. Along with the invitation say ten party hats and ten tasteless Christmas jumpers. Lamb was inside the galley working on the temptation.

The goose was just about cooked and the extractors had ‘accidentally’ got tied in with the atmospherics wafting the smell of cooking throughout the Anaconda. There had been a few attempts from her passengers to contact Lambast, but she ignored them. The instructions outside were clear.

For the first ten people to claim a mandatory party hat and tacky jumper, Christmas dinner would be provided. Lamb had puzzled over whom, and how to invite the few guests that would fit into the only space left on the ship for a dinner table. The first class cabins had their own atmospheric controls unlike the economy cabins, so unless the Red Robes that were travelling on comfort were wondering around the corridors, they wouldn’t smell the temptation, or let curiosity lead them to the invitation.

Once the last desert was on the table in its cooled container, Lamb unlocked the door. Ten people stopped chatting and looked at her from under party hats. They looked suitably silly with oversized part jumpers over their robes, and Lamb was very happy not to see the white trim worn by the people that seemed to be leaders of the cult.

“Happy Christmas everybody; do come in and be seated” said Lamb graciously as she stood aside to admit her guests.

A few people were left outside craning their necks to see the food they had been inhaling for the past few hours before she shut the door. It wasn’t up to Lambs usual standards, but she only had limited resources on this trip. Still, it made her smile to see people eager to tuck into what she had prepared.

“Let’s not stand on ceremony, what? I’ll carve; who likes leg?”

Lamb got on with serving right away, she was eager to try Eggnog for the first time.


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31 Dec 2021, 9:43pm
The ship attached to the pad with a familiar 'clunk', and Silas stood from his chair, taking one more pull from his Old Sol bottle before setting it down on the dash.

"I can quit whenever I want..." he said dryly in response to Maul's raised eyebrow, before giving the sidearm the ol' function check, as per Silas SOP.
This was friendly enough territory in spite of the Thargoid attacks, with plenty of friendlies around, but some habits die hard.

Silas made his way toward the door to the bridge, where he stopped and turned to Maul who was gathering himself.

"With some time to think about it... DILDOOM is good but I think I'd have gone with THE KILLDO." Silas said, pressing a button on the cockpit door panel causing it to open with an electronic whir.

"Good to go?"
31 Dec 2021, 10:51pm
The ship lowered into the hanger.

"Yep let me grab a few things and I'm good."

After making sure he'd packed everything he needed into his backpack, Maul unlatched it from its secure spot off the wall. He'd made sure to detach the maneuvering thrusters from it to lighten the load while aboard the fleet carrier.

"Yeah, well, it's too late to rebrand now. The paint is already dry." Maul replied with a smirk.

He gathered with Silas by the door.

"But I'll keep 'THE KILLDO' in mind for the next one....and let's hope there won't have to be a next one." He laughed.

With the door now open, Suzi and her daughter could be seen standing at the bottom of the steps that were made into the ship landing gear. Maul couldn't tell what mood Suzi was in from this far away and defaulted to a smile and a wave.

"Suzi! Long time no see!" He then gestured towards the kid as he and Silas walked down the steps. "I see you're multiplying now. That's...good."

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