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.
30 Oct 2024, 8:35pm
I grabbed the shock mine my companion gently pushed towards me and moved swiftly to position it. The corridor outside was eerily quiet, but I knew that wouldn't last. Carefully I placed the mine just inside the doorway, ensuring it was hidden from immediate view but would activate as soon as someone stepped through.

"Mine's set," I informed my companion as I returned to my previous position. I glanced at the camera feed on the screen, my heart racing as I watched the squad of heavily armed guards making their way towards us. These weren’t your typical rent-a-guards; they looked like the real deal - armored, dangerous, and moving with surprising speed despite the bulky armor. We were in for a serious fight.

"What's next?" I asked, keeping my gun at the ready.
31 Oct 2024, 3:54am
“Downloading clearance.”, I announced firmly, before answering directly.

“We fight. Find, main station. Shut off security. And, blow it up, all.”

It probably sounded better in my head than how I’d ended up wording this, due to my messy brain state. But we had a fight on our hands, and one with a proper security response force this time - so, rather than keep the assault rifle, I pulled out my railgun. Armor needed to be defeated, and there was no body armor that was practical to wear which could stop a shot from this thing.

If I was lucky, I could maybe nail one of them before they got out through the doorway, so I charged the weapon up pre-emptively and then eased off on the trigger, ready to fire at a moment’s notice. But going by their appearance they wouldn’t simply attempt to charge through blindly, but pre-empt their arrival with something, like a flashbang.

“We should, separate. So, if they stun one, the other is not.”
31 Oct 2024, 6:13am
The escape pod door hissed open and Maul stumbled out into the cargo bay squeezing his injured right shoulder. With most of the electronics gone completely haywire in his suit, he had no way to communicate with Vasil other than in person and so headed for the bridge.

By the time he'd arrived, he'd ripped a piece of cloth from his hoodie and managed to tie it around his head to slow the bleeding from the gash above his eyebrow.

Vasil VasilescuVasil locked in the jump path and started shutting down non-essential automated systems like auto-piloting and docking assist to get more reserve power buffer just in case shooting started. “I swear, Goodness is starting to be more trouble than he is worth,” he grumbled.


"Fuckin' A, you can say that again." Maul said between painful grunts as he approached Vasil from behind, plopping down in one of the empty crew seats. Only then had he noticed that Summerland had been targeted as the next jump location. "Good thinkin', need to grab Willow and get back to Mars ASAP. The doc's probably about to have an aneurysm with that monumental fuck up I pulled out my ass back there."

Another realization occurred as he glanced at the comms panel and saw Willow's message; ::Willow Thorn:: Guys, I’ve like, done fucked up

"...Oh for goodness fuckin' sake!"
31 Oct 2024, 1:35pm
Kasumi Goto“We should, separate. So, if they stun one, the other is not.”


I nodded and gave my companion a thumbs up, then quickly made my way to the opposite side of the room. Once there, I took up a position behind sturdy cover, ready for the inevitable assault. The footsteps outside grew louder, and I could hear the clinking of gear and the noise of boots against the floor. The incoming squad was getting ready to make their move.

The first armored guard reached the door near me, cautiously peeking inside. The next moment, he threw something through the door and suddenly the whole room was filled with a blinding flash. I instinctively turned my head away, shielding my eyes from the worst of the light, though the visor of my helmet automatically tinted itself. Meanwhile, the guard stormed in, signaling for others to follow. As he half-emerged through the doorway, the shock mine activated, sending a burst of electricity towards them. The guard staggered, his shield flickering and failing, and stumbled further into the room, disorientated but carried by his momentum.

"Now!" I shouted, aiming my gun at the shadowy figure that just entered through the door nearby and squeezed the trigger. My weapon barked with thunder, and a moment later, its projectiles tore through the guard's armor, sending him crashing backwards into the guards behind him.

Next, we heard the deep voice of a commanding officer from somewhere near the other door my companion had left open on purpose. "Move, move, move!" he roared.

The guards responded immediately, and a second group that split from the first approached the other door which was closer by my companion.
31 Oct 2024, 2:52pm
Thanks to my not-quite human nature, the effects of the flashbang on me were more limited and I regained clear vision before those guards had time to get far, allowing me to witness the shock mine going off and stalling the push inward, followed by a shotgun blast messing up one of them. I fired one shot into that corridor, nailing the already injured guard and probably reducing the lifespan of the one behind him to single digit seconds - if not outright dead - then was forced to turn my attention to the other door, where more company showed up.

Two shots left with my current charge, I took the head off one of the second group, then the second entered the chest of another guard, exiting in a gnarly display of armor fragments and human body pieces... then I was tackled by a bulky figure with the face concealed behind a mostly metal helmet and small opaque visor, pulling me off my feet. But that also meant they weren't on theirs, and I definitely had a lot of mass to throw around, which could be dangerous in a low gravity environment such as this.

We hit the wall with a loud clang of armor meeting metal, and when I shook off the momentary disorientation of being the thing that hit said metal - shock-absorbing layers not helping - instinctively reacted to a knife heading for my throat, deflecting it into the wall. Then I headbutted the guard - whether it was a sturdily built man or woman, didn't matter - and, pushing them away to get myself back toward the ground, pulled my own out.

Hopefully, my companion could handle the other remaining ones on her own. Or at least not eat a bunch of lead while I killed my attacker.
31 Oct 2024, 7:42pm
Maul Montresor "...Oh for goodness fuckin' sake!"



“No idea what’s going on,” Vasil said and engaged the first of three jumps to Summerland. “Hopefully Willow's fine and this will not involve any shooting. The Umbrella is in no condition for a prolonged fight.”

Once in Summerland, Vasil shifted all available power to the sensors and headed for the Nav Beacon. With no way of knowing where Willow was in the system it was a long shot that maybe he could pick up her transponder or find something in the Nav Beacon.

Knowing neither might be helpful if she was on station, or dark and hiding in an EM shadow, Vasil sent a message to the system’s open comm net in case she was monitoring it. “The boys are back! Where’s the party?”

Once at the beacon, Vasil finally turned to look at Maul, who looked like he had been mauled in his fight. “Damn! Do you need an aspirin or something?”
31 Oct 2024, 7:56pm
"So um, can I like, use your pad" asked Willow a little nervous.

Working with a cadaver was one thing, but talking to good looking dudes with almost no clothes on was another matter all together. The prostitute closed his text convo and handed h is pad to the girl with bad make up. She'd paid for an hour with casieno chips, and if all she wanted to do was send text from his pad, that was cool by him.

Wiping the screen with her sleeve, Willow had to craft a message from a strangers pad that Vasil and Maul would recognise as her.

"Like, there is only one place to party in Summerland, you know? So yeah, like, it may not be your bag Vee, but bring Em, yeah?"

That was pretty Willow-ish, but they need to know where to head if they got onto the Golden Jackal.

"Check out the girls at the Top Trumps"

Handing his pad back, Willow clenched her hands and squeezed her thumbs in turn as she worked up the courage to ask her host for some help.

"Er, so, um, some friends of mine, like some guys friends, you know? Like, they are probably coming to, um here, like, this station I mean. And like, I need them to find me, but I, like.."

A client never got beneath his skin. Normally that was true; but this girl looked so young, and she was so nervous, the take pity impulse had awakened.

"..like I sent them to the, um, like the bar where your. Er, manager, I guess, like directed me to you, and I, like.. "

"Okay, calm down sweetheart" he said as sweetly as he could "Your going to hurt your self if you don't relax. I read your message, and this isn't my first secret meeting, okay?"

He held out his hand waiting for some more chips. Willow dropped some in, but he didn't move his hand till she'd dropped plenty more.

"You pay, and I'll play what ever game you like honey. Now, what do your friends look like? I'll have them sent here"


Last edit: 31 Oct 2024, 8:40pm
31 Oct 2024, 9:28pm
“There she is,” he said highlighting the message as it scrolled by in the open comm net.


Like, there is only one place to party in Summerland, you know? So yeah, like, it may not be your bag Vee, but bring Em, yeah?

That definitely sounded like Willow. She always wrote like she spoke and he could nearly hear the peculiar tone and inflections in her voice while reading the message. Besides, she was the only one to call him Vee so it had to be her.
 
Reed Stone was an odd choice of pseudonyms for her to use, but it fit after he searched for Top Trumps and realized from some of the not so subtle reviews the type of establishment Willow was directing them to.
 
OTW he replied in the comm messages
 
Vasil plotted a course for the Golden Jackal. With any luck, his ERS credentials might be enough to get them direct access to a landing platform. He did not care how or where someone spent their time or money but he wondered what kind of trouble Willow might have gotten herself into. “Dammit,” he sighed thinking aloud. “I hope she did not try the butt crack credit slot. They really hate that.”
 
Good thing the expense accounts he extended Willow and Maul were pre-funded discretionary accounts. If Willow had used that account, then at least there would be no bean counters asking for butt crack receipts.


Last edit: 31 Oct 2024, 11:28pm
yesterday, 10:50pm
Vasil VasilescuVasil plotted a course for the Golden Jackal. With any luck, his ERS credentials might be enough to get them direct access to a landing platform. He did not care how or where someone spent their time or money but he wondered what kind of trouble Willow might have gotten herself into. “Dammit,” he sighed thinking aloud. “I hope she did not try the butt crack credit slot. They really hate that.”


"Sounds like you might know this from past experience, huh?" Maul said playfully from over by the medkit attached to one of the walls, replacing the makeshift bandage around his head with a proper one. After that he closed the box, choosing to pass over any painkillers that Vasil had stocked. The thought of taking anything now formed a pit in his stomach, that said, he still craved a cigarette.

Ignoring the urge, he came back to sit near Vasil again as they approached the Golden Jackal. The place sounded like a breeding ground for trouble. It'd be smart to try to smuggle in a weapon. All of which were on his ship that was still docked at the pirates repair station....

"Damn it!" Maul exclaimed at the realization before trying and failing to use his suits completely dead comms to which then replied with a disappointed "Shit!"

"My courier is just sitting back there at that repair station. It's just a matter of time until Vodan's crew scrubs the security footage and sees my mug galivanting around their FC. They'll gut Desumashin in a nanosec once they put two and two together and realize my ship is just sitting there. If that happens I'm as good as dead. Need to use your comms."

Without hesitation or permission or even thinking about it, Maul tapped a button and called up a comms panel over to the crew seat he was occupying. After manually typing out a string of characters that directed to a particular comms link address and giving it a second for the connection to fully link, a voice on the other end came through the ships internal sound system.

"Hola, Carlos speaking."

"Carlos, it's Ghoulie. In a bind here, is Aki and Dimka available for a fetch quest?"

"¡Órale! we thought you were dead brother! It's been tw—"

Maul glanced over at Vasil and continued.

"Yeah yeah, I know. I'll fill y'all in later. Now Aki and Dimka."

"Sí, sí, they're available. With short notice though, whatever the job is, it'll be double the standard."

"Right, sending the deets now. Ship codes and all that. No contract this time. Tell 'em to prep for some pissed off pirates...and...uh...Knulus was spotted in system."

"Knulus?...Triple the standard. Dimka's price, you understand."

Maul closed his eyes and briefly sat in silence before sighing heavily. Dimka had accrued a hefty the bounty over the years and to Knulus, that meant a hefty payday.

"Fine. Half now, half after...and tell Aki she better not poke around in my ships systems this time."

"We'll have your baby here and waiting."

The line went dead and the link was broken. Maul finally relaxed again knowing that his ship was now in the hands of the two most capable ship poachers he'd ever known, even if it did put a big dent in the expense account he'd received from Vasil. But after the wave of relief washed away he'd realized that the commandeering of the ships comms like that for personal use seemed a bit rude.

"Sorry for...uh...thanks." Maul said, clearing his throat and giving Vasil a slight nod. "With everything going on, that's at least one less thing to worry about...hopefully."
today, 12:52am
Maul Montresor"Sorry for...uh...thanks." Maul said, clearing his throat and giving Vasil a slight nod. "With everything going on, that's at least one less thing to worry about...hopefully."


"Understandable." With a few taps on his command console, Vasil cleared the last few minutes of comm logs and instructed the COVAS, "Purge level one." Judging from the conversation and its implications as to the type of people Maul had been speaking to, Vasil felt it in the best interests of all concerned to remove any indication the conversation ever took place.

“What might not be understandable is why we will be asking for landing clearance on an installation that usually restricts access only to inbound shuttles. But I have an idea.”

Once at the Golden Jackal, Vasil contacted station control to request landing clearance. He transmitted his ERS credentials and explained that the Umbrella encountered some pirates in another system while searching for a missing crewmember. After evading the pirates, this was the closest verified friendly system and Imperial station. All the Umbrella needed was somewhere safe to assess damage and get back to the search. All technically true as long as no one cared to get into the details.

“Stand by,” said the flight controller and muted the channel.

* * *


“What’s the deal with that Krait,” asked the shift lead from her seat overlooking the control room and the holo displays of ships around the station. “It’s not a scheduled arrival.”

“It claims to have encountered pirates and wants a place to assess damage,” said the controller. “The pilot’s credentials are ace, he’s a VP with those ERS people. There are no red flags on the ship or commander. Scans show it has internal damage, but nothing critical. I was about to deny landing and direct it to O’Hare’s Hanger.”

The shift lead called up the info on her screen. “Vasil Vasilescu,” she said, repeating a name that came up as having been involved in the carrier duel, but in a neutral, unarmed rescue vessel. Why now was he showing up in a combat craft. Something did not seem quite right. “Direct the ship to hold point six alpha. I need to let Palmer know about this.”

* * *


The Umbrella had been waiting at the hold point for ten minutes before flight control re-opened the channel. “Umbrella you are cleared for landing on pad 27. You have six hours to make your damage assessment. You are restricted to blue zones while on station.”

“See,” Vasil said to Maul. “Sometimes these things work out.”

On the Golden Jackal, Ambrose Palmer, growing more irritated with the changing situation told the agents assigned to watch the crew of the Umbrella to not lose track of them like they had that Thorn girl. Weeks of nothing to report and now this. All of the paperwork was going to be a bitch.

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