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Psykhe Anders

A Tech savvy thief

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a character in “The Blackbird's Cry”, as played by Butterfly Effect

Description

"I'm a Butterfly flying against the wind"

ImageName: Psykhe Nike Anders
Currently going by the name Mira Summers
Her Hacker/Thief alias is Blue Butterfly
Her parents and close friends call her Psy

Sex: Female
Age: 25
Race: Human (American/Greek)

Physical Description: Psykhe is lean and fit the body of a climber and runner. She personally believes she is pretty bland in looks but many find her to be cute but a bit too pale. Her skin is mostly clear of any scars though she has a few. The most striking feature on her body is tattoo of a blue butterfly that covers most of her back.

Clothing: Wears whatever the job requires. But when off duty (or not out thieving) she normally wears a simple tank top and pants.

Height: 5 foot 7

Weight: normal for her age and build

Skin Color: pale/white

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Blue Grey

Home Colony: Earth

Occupation: Thief and Hacker

History/Bio: Psykhe was born to a well to do American business man and his Greek wife. Named after two goddesses of Greek myth the two parents hoped for a bright future for their little girl. Psykhe grew up and at an early age was already showing a talent for Tech and computers. Her parents helped her along the way even saving up to send Psykhe to one of the universities on Luna.
Psykhe passed her classes in high school and soon was on her way to Luna to study. It was in her second year of college that everything went downhill fast. Her Father was framed and charged with Corporate Espionage. With her father in jail for a crime he didn't commit the school to save face expelled Psykhe.
Psykhe now bitter and with her hopes dashed she turned her skills into a life of crime. At first it was just hitting her Father's former workplace. But that first act of a vengeful child turned into a lifestyle. Soon the Blue Butterfly was born and became a fearful name for crooked business men and rich jerks.
Psykhe though skilled is still prone to mistakes. Her last score went bad and she fears the law maybe closing in. Seeking to lay low for a while she has taken up a job as a tech under a false name on the Blackbird hoping to get out of Sol until the heat wears off.

Special Skills: Lockpicking, hacking, and stealth the art of a thief. She has a way with tech of all kinds both fixing and hacking it. Currently she is in the process of making a personal cloaking device that she hopes will aid her in her true work.

So begins...

Psykhe Anders's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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"...In the early morning hours a lone figure was seen fleeing from the Lunar offices of Greagor-Jonan Inc. This figure a female human of roughly five and a half feet tall is suspected to be the infamous cyber hacker and thief calling herself Blue Butterfly. The Blue Butterfly has been a thorn in the side of business and law for some years now. After this failed attempt by the Blue Butterfly the Lunar Police feel they are closer than ever to tracking down this up until now perfect thief..."

Psykhe shut off her tablet with a sign. so stupid Psy... She thought.

Psykhe turned her gaze back to the room around her a simple little cabin with a bed, a closet, and a small bathroom with a toilet, sink and tiny shower... Not as nice as the rooms of the officers that went by on their fancy tour... but at least it was private.

Psykhe pulled out a box from under her bed and opened it. "If only I had had you working that night..." She muttered looking at the unfinished device in the box.

Suddenly Psykhe's tummy gave a little growl. When was the last time i ate? Pyskhe sighed and close the box sliding it back under her bed. Quickly dressing in a simple white tank top and jeans (she was off duty after all). Placing headphones she activated her music player as she made her way into the hall. Alright you are Mira Summers just a lowly tech... Pyskhe reminded herself as she headed towards the mess.

Reaching the Mess Psykhe noted several crew mates there as well as a large pot of some kind of soup. Listening in over her music she heard someone say it was beef stew. She moved to get herself a bowl hoping no one would really notice her.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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#, as written by Sepokku
M walked further into the messroom, heeding Leon's advice and heading over to fill a bowl with stew. It was surprisingly well put together, though stew was hard to mess up, the Chef's looks seemed to promise crudely prepared food. Nevertheless, the carrots and potatoes were well chopped, regular and in decent portions. The beef seemed fair enough, the kind one would use for stew instead of cooking up and serving alone. There was a bit too much rice, but nothing one couldn't simply fix themselves.

M grabbed a ladle and filled a bowl for themselves, before beginning to make their back way over to Robert and Draka. "Traditionally breakfast and lunch are supposed to be the largest meals of the day; back in older times pioneers often had leftover stew as their first meal of the day. Besides, breakfast comes from a french word which literally means to stop fasting. As we no longer orbit a sun, and space travel can cause time distortions besides, does it really matter when we eat anything?" Their tone was playful, almost excitedly coming to their conclusion. "Besides, I love stew. Have ten extra guests you didnt expect? Just add water."

As Pyskhe helped herself to the stew, M suddenly became eerily still. Almost as if the helmeted person had eyes on the back of their head, something seemed to draw their attention to Pyskhe, who slowly turned to look back at the headphone wearing girl. After the briefest glance at her, M turned back to present Draka, Nierra, and Robert. "It looks good." Before continuing slightly louder, "Compliments to the chef."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Lilian Rhorer Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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"Of course!" Eco echoed M, settling down with his own bowl, having silently moved to the food when the others entered the dining room. "The Captain knew what she was doing when she assigned everyone to their stations. This is going to be a great crew!" Eco looked up and noted the new girl also filling a bowl.

"Hey, uh, Summers wasn't it?" Eco asked, smiling warmly. "Why don't you join us? We're off duty after all."

***

"Approaching Pluto now, ma'am," Melanie replied to the Captain's inquiry as she stepped back on the bridge. "Eta 5 minutes to dock, unless otherwise signaled by the colony."

"Very well," Amaya said, seating herself on her chair. "Fiora, set up a link with the station master. Let Derek or Melanie know what section they want us to dock in." Amaya glanced over at her navigation officer. "Lilian, how's it going over there?"

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Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Lilian Rhorer Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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“Breakfast? Hell, this is probaly the fanciest thing I made it years. Once your living on recycled rations out in the field, you learn to get real creative on breakfast. Still, Stew is more filling than bacon and eggs...And I can make a lot more stew in one sitting than keep frying pans of bacon and eggs.” Leon replied with a shrug as he noticed more people were entering the mess hall. Looks like it was time to eat.

Leon gathered his cards up and placed them in his pockets. “I’ll go grab myself a plate and come back.” He sighed as he got up and walked over to make himself a bowl of stew and rice. Noting another new girl who Eco called Summers. No clue who she was or what her job is, but she was dressed casually. Maybe maintenance or something...No clue.

He simply fixed himself a bowl and sat back.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Lilian Rhorer Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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Draka was mostly silent as both the masked figure and the chef spoke. He then pointed to his mask for a moment. "Evidently tone is a difficult thing to convey. Like when making jokes. No matter though, I would be laughing at the situation right now. If I could." Draka gave a thumbs up to Leon. "Looks delicious. Sorry I can't properly enjoy it." Draka went and took a seat, pulling out some strange cylinder that he attached to another device on his suit. Not luxurious by any means, but a neccesity.

Robert stayed mostly quiet during the interaction, but did grab himself a bowl, as well as one for Nierra. "Not sure if this is to your liking, but thought I should get you some before it disappears." Robert went and stood by the table Draka was at, but didn't sit as he started eating his food. He took note of everyone in the room, and found himself realizing that a lot of them seemed far more mysterious than seemed normal for a crew, including the girl that Eco addressed as 'Summers'.

"Alright, bold question here, but what are all of you doing here exactly?" He asked with a playful smirk. "Maybe I'm just unused to what a typical crew of a starship would look like, but it seems like we have a rather colorful one. I guess you could say you've all gotten me a little curious." Robert took another bite of his food as he waited for the next person to speak up.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Lilian Rhorer Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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Psykhe had just finished filling her bowl when she heard someone call out to her. Removing her earphones letting them rest on her neck she turned to see who had spoke. Looking over she hesitated for a moment until Eco assured her they where off duty like that would be what made her nervous to join them. After a few more seconds of looking like a doe in headlights Psykhe finally spoke "Um... sure.."

Psykhe made her way towards the table and took a seat. "So uh you can call me Mira."

Psykhe just poked about at her stew awkwardly for a few moments and was about to scoop up a bite with her spoon when she heard Robert's question. "Me? I'm just one of the techs." She said before stuffing the bite of stew into her mouth.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Mark (Mark-IX Albatross Earth Ver.) Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Lilian Rhorer Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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The hovering of the Blackbird's resident Albatross unit could be heard overheard as the machine alighted down next to the table in the mess hall, facing Robert.

"Greetings, Officer Langley!" Mark announced. The robot had been waiting in the maintenance room for several hours, only to realize that Robert may have preferred to aquire sustenance first. Understandable. Without maintaining the priper levels of 'fuel', the crew would be unable to function correctly and the mission would result in failure. "This is a reminder that you required assitance this morning! May I suggest scheduling a time when you require this unit's assitance?" Mark asked, a panel opening up on his metallic hull, revealing a screen in which Robert could schedule assistance manually.

"Although, I could simply just wait in Maintenance forever should you require it. It is not as if I have anything better to do," Mark added, in the same chipper tone he always spoke in...though one couldn't help but feel a certain level irritation in his words.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Mark (Mark-IX Albatross Earth Ver.) Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Lilian Rhorer Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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#, as written by Sepokku
Lilian looked up from the navigation equipment, the Kuiper belt and various bodies making up it were displayed on a screen that quietly reflected its light off her glasses. "Oh... Yes, yes everything's fine Captain Rose. I think i'm familiar enough to keep us safe on the plotted route to the Centauri system." Standing up and starting to leave the room, the Navigator stopped and turned back to Amaya. "Shall we join the rest of the crew?"


***
Cocking their head, M looks at Draka, "But you knew I was joking, right? No harm no foul then."

In response to Robert's query, M pantomimed spooning a bit of the stew to her mouth, turning the spoon slowly so that it dripped back into the bowl before actually reaching where their mouth should be, making slurping noises all the while. "I just came down for a bite to eat. Is that not why we're all here?" They put the spoon back in the bowl, idly stirring while looking at Robert. "We're on the most advanced Starship in the system, piloted by a Captain who lost her last three ships to situations that were more than a little mysterious, and no one is batting an eye. We're not exactly a typical crew."

There was a slight pause in their modulated voice, while they stared into their stew, "I don't disagree with your assessment." The voice quietly muttered, "I wouldn't bring it up over a meal, terribly impolite, but I wouldn't disagree. We are a sort of family now, how about a little quid pro quo?" M puts the spoon down, turning to face Robert. "Luna asked very very nicely for me to join the crew. Their government, military, and secret police all agreed my skills would best serve Luna aboard The Blackbird's Cry. So here I am, at your collective service. Your turn Robert."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Mark (Mark-IX Albatross Earth Ver.) Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Lilian Rhorer Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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"We'll all be disembarking soon enough," Amaya said, smiling slightly. "But I'm sure the chef will have prepared some food if you're hungry."

"Um, Captain?" Fiora said, turning from the communications desk to Amaya. "They want to talk to you."

Amaya frowned. "Speak with me? Over what dock to use?"

"They're very insistent," Fiora said, looking nervous. "Should I patch them through?"

"Fine," Amaya said, rising to her feet and straightening her jacket. "Let's get this over with."

***

"Well, Matias seems to know what happened at least," Eco said, rubbing a hand through his beard. "Won't tell me about it though. I don't know, I just figured why not?" He grinned. "You know they built this ship specifically for the Captain, right? Isn't that something? She didn't ask 'em to, they just did it, and then they handed her the keys."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Mark (Mark-IX Albatross Earth Ver.) Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Lilian Rhorer Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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Before Robert could respond to either Mira or M, the robot assistant Mark had appeared, and seemingly not in an entirely pleased mood. His cheeks took a faintly redder tone as the embarrassment of being called out like that set in. "Uhh, sorry about that Mark. I do still need your help actually, why don't you just hang around with me for now and we'll get to work when I head back to maintenance." He smiled politely as he tapped away at the screen that had appeared on Mark. Was a weird set up, but he managed to work his way around it.

Robert looked back to both Mira and M with a smile, returning his attention to his original question. "Well, Techie or not, it's still interesting that you ended up here of all places. And plus, I've worked with people in tech before, they usually... Well, you definitely stand out from them." He chuckled lightly as he finished replying to Mira.

"I do agree with you as well M, we don't seem exactly typical." He said with a shrug as he looked to some of the others. "And as for myself, no point in being vague." Robert pointed to the patch on the upper left breast position of his jacked, where the Langley Industries logo sat. "I'm here as a sort of representative of the family business. Langley Industries has developed some new weapons that they're keen on testing out, and they're entrusting me to take care of that. It's sort of a mix of an invitation from the Blackbird's Cry, and an invitation from Langley Industries. The Blackbird gets some extra weapons and tech, Langley Industries gets some real world testing, and I get a chance to see a bit more of the universe."

There was a pleased smirk that appeared on his face before he finished. "And I suppose I get to be the face of the company out here."

The young man looked behind him for a second to peer at Draka, and after a moment the familiar clicking was at work again.

"I was offered the job, either based on reputation, or someone's recommendation. I accepted because this is the sort of thing I do. Granted, I was expecting less maintenance, but we'll just have to see if I can put the skills of my actual profession to good use." Draka said as he pulled the little cylinder away from his suit and turned to a more relaxed position at the table, having finished injecting all the necessary nutrients into his body.

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Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Mark (Mark-IX Albatross Earth Ver.) Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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Nierra gratefully took the bowl of stew from Robert, following him to the table and taking a seat opposite Draka. She appreciated Robert's explanation of some of the various ingredients used in human cuisine, not to mention the unexpected but not unwelcome lecture on some of the history behind it from another crew member.

While those surrounding her shared their respective stories of how they came to serve on the Blackbird's Cry, Nierra contented herself with inspecting the meal set before her. Real vegetables and real meat. The food really did measure up to the same standard as the ship itself. The Alkair reached up to remove the helmet of her voidsuit so she could dig in. A faint hiss sounded as she took it off and set it beside her bowl, revealing a pale face framed with short, snow-white hair. Her eyes were a bright cyan colour, and a cybernetic port could be just about seen in her right temple. After a few mouthfuls of stew - and all the tentative sampling and savouring that entailed - Nierra finally offered her own story to the list.

"Ah, if only my own tale were as glamorous as some of yours. The best and brightest of the Terran corporations on this venture beyond their home star... I am but a mere traveller by comparison, albeit one more familiar with journeys such as these." She paused to take another bite of her stew, her contented smile gradually giving way to a more serious expression. "To travel between the stars is not without risks, of course, and given our Captain's reputation I believe it would be wise for us to prepare accordingly, no?"

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Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Mark (Mark-IX Albatross Earth Ver.) Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Lilian Rhorer Character Portrait: Matias Kingsbury Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Tyson Monnaie Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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Tyson woke up with a start. He found himself stiff in a chair where he had taken an unforeseen nap, having laid his head against the desk in front of him. His passion from earlier lay in a huge mess all around the room...the random medical office he had found that had been big enough for his needs...The memories of what had happened slowly came back to his mind.

"Oh yeah," Tyson murmured to himself, "I remember I was working on you, but then I got bored and fell asleep."

Pieces scattered everywhere, the instruction manual for the medical equipment was on the computer screen before him in a 3-D model. Uncertain where he had stopped, he shrugged and got up, stretching and ruffling his blond hair into a more presentable mess. The bedhead slowly relinquished its grip until, finally, Tyson decided it was good enough.

Changing his clothes into a more relaxed outfit right there in the office, Tyson lazily accessed his mobile computer. He was thinking of retiring to his personal quarters where he could lie down and relax or perhaps find the virtual reality system on the ship, but his body had other plans. His stomach rebelled against him, demanding that he either consume every piece of food this ship had to offer or it would immediately terminate his very existence.

Tyson wisely chose to head for the cafeteria.

Putting his mobile device in front of him, he commanded it to display his favorite show. It was a newer one and, according to the reviews, absolute trash. However, to Tyson, it was a diamond in the rough.

Walking down the halls to the cafeteria, Tyson laughed and quoted the show several times until he realized he should probably put on his headphones out of respect to all those around him. Being such a great show, it could be a huge disturbance. Then, he realized he had missed the turn to the cafeteria...

With his headphones on, Tyson sang the theme song as he entered the cafeteria, his eyes glued to the screen, "Space Man! Space Man! Spaaace Maaaan! Space Man! It's the FINAL frontier! It's the FINAL countdown! It's the FINAL fantasy! Spaaaaaaace!!!!! MAN!" He threw his fist out in front of him as if he were punching with the 'power and might of an entire galaxy', completely absorbed with the show.

Then, he realized he was in the middle of the cafeteria and there were people all around him...and he was still starving. In his mind, a fight of hunger against embarrassment broke out: leave now and maybe figure out a way to have his food delivered to him or stay and find something to eat with everyone possibly staring at him and asking awkward questions.

"Can I get my food to go?" Tyson asked, looking around desperately to see how someone got food around here...

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Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Mark (Mark-IX Albatross Earth Ver.) Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Lilian Rhorer Character Portrait: Matias Kingsbury Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Tyson Monnaie Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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After Leon gathered his food, he returned to his table and went to eating. While everyone was simply eating, talking and simply just relaxing on their time off. While he enjoyed his stew, his gaze fell upon the most...Interesting sight...It was Tyson seemingly on something going crazy in the middle of the cafeteria.

Leon simply shrugged, whatever he used was his own business. He was just going to eat and play more cards to pass the time.

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Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Mark (Mark-IX Albatross Earth Ver.) Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Lilian Rhorer Character Portrait: Matias Kingsbury Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Tyson Monnaie Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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#, as written by Sepokku
Lilian nodded, curiosity obviously piqued by the broadcast. "Um... If you've no preference, I'd like to stay at my post until we disembark on Pluto." A frown slowly grew across her face, worry showing as she wondered what was causing Fiora to look so caught off guard.
***


M quietly listened to Robert, Draka and Nierra, before quietly responding to Nierra, "Hear, hear. Let's all be prepared in light of our Captain's reputation." Then came the arrival of the singing doctor. The very same doctor who asked the wildly unprofessional question about inter-personnel relationships. As if thats just something you need permission for. They watched him flounder for a bit, obviously caught up in his own world only to find that he was indeed still grounded in reality.

Nothing for it, perhaps his odd behavior would prove beneficial when M inevitably needed a doctor. So they stood up, carrying their bowl of stew over to Tyson and stopping before the odd doctor. "Aren't you a bit too old to be getting caught up watching Space Man still?" M grabbed one of Tyson's wrist and turned his hand palm up, placing their bowl of stew into his hand. "Besides, the newest couple of seasons have been garbage anyways."

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Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Mark (Mark-IX Albatross Earth Ver.) Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Lilian Rhorer Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Tyson Monnaie Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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"This is Captain Amaya Rose of the Blackbird's Cry," Amaya said, as the video connection was made. "To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"

"Hello Captain Rose, this is Admiral Tak'la of the Pluto Colony," the older, black gentlemen said with a warm smile, his black hair and beard cut short but peppered with white specks. "Thank you for taking my call, we have a bit of a problem, you see. To be blunt, we can't allow you to dock here."

Amaya frowned. "What do you mean, Admiral? We are a sanctioned voyage just set out. Everyone docks at Pluto's station before they leave the system. I've never heard of Pluto denying anyone else."

"No, we haven't," Admiral Tak'la said after a brief moment. "It is highly unusual, but actually it's not that complicated. We have a security problem."

"A problem?" Amaya asked, her frown deepening. "Please do elaborate."

"Captain, let's just say I know that you know that your ship is not what it seems," Admiral Tak'la said, his smile not having moved at all during the conversation. "I knew your father, Captain Rose. I am not the only one aboard this station to have made the connection, and I am risking quite a bit simply to say that."

"I... see," Amaya said, after a moment, the anger thick in her voice, her hands clenched at her side. "Then what do you suggest I do with my ship, Admiral?"

"Captain Rose," Admiral Tak'la said gravely, his smile dropping for the first time. "I would suggest you run." The connection abruptly dropped, leaving Amaya staring at the space beyond the windshield for several long seconds. Silently, she returned to her seat, then after a slight pause turned to Fiora.

"Battle stations, Fiora, red alert please," Amaya said, her voice calm but her eyes still retaining all of the fury her words had only moments ago. "We're in for a fight."

***

The blaring of the red alert filled the cafeteria, immediately sending the room into a frenzy as the crew leaped from their seats and began sprinting from the room. Eco stared upwards, mouth agape for a split second, then he too took flight from his seat, sending his chair crashing to the ground as he ran towards the room's exit.

"All officers, get to the bridge!" Eco yelled back at the group sitting at the table while he ran. "To the bridge!"

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Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Mark (Mark-IX Albatross Earth Ver.) Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Lilian Rhorer Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Tyson Monnaie Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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As the red alert began to blare, Leon immediately knew things were already going dangerous...They should be at Pluto however...Why were they under attack now?...Questions later, action first...Although he was in charge of the cafeteria as the bloody cook...Wait...There was still that in his room. Immediately as crew went to battle stations, Leon vaulted over the table and ran full speed out of the cafeteria and made his way over to his room.

Once there, he opened up his belongings and began to take apart everything he had. Now was a good time as any to at least get suited up for battle...If they were u dear attack there was a good chance there was boarding action...Thankfully, he was not one to simply remain behind the mess hall counter and simply wait there with a ladle as a weapon.

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Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Mark (Mark-IX Albatross Earth Ver.) Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Lilian Rhorer Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Tyson Monnaie Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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Psykhe was on the last few bites of her stew when the alert blared out. A sound she hated and feared as a thief. She took a breath and with a small salute said. "Well I better be getting to my station."

With that Psykhe would exit the mess and get out of the officer's way. She made her way to her room where she fitted herself into her gear including her wrist computer and her pistol. Dressed and geared she made for her station hoping this was all just some type of drill.

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Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Lilian Rhorer Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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#, as written by Sepokku
As the alarm blared, the harsh noise resounding through the room, M simply sighed and made their way calmly to her station. "Ms. Sum-" They started to say, but the girl quickly made her way out of the room, headed in the opposite direction as M. "Next time then," They said while turning down the corridor to the Tech Office which was on the same floor as the mess hall.

It wasn't long before Mira showed up in the Tech Office. "Summers." It was a simple acknowledgement of another person arriving, M already had a phone in her hand. "Yes, this is M and I need to contact Captain Rose. No. No. No, this is an emergency and I need to be patched in now." M grabs a small tablet and stylus, balancing the phone between her ear and shoulder, while writing out a quick message before showing it to Mira.

It read: 'Ms. Summers, I will be petitioning for your immediate promotion to Junior Tech Officer. I will not be taking no for an answer. Congratulations.'


Lilian frowned a the obvious oddity in the Captain's communication, already at her station, the alert meant little to her other than a cause of worry. They hadn't even left the system yet, so why we're they already under attack? "Um... Amaya? What did he mean?"

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Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Mark (Mark-IX Albatross Earth Ver.) Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Lilian Rhorer Character Portrait: Matias Kingsbury Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Tyson Monnaie Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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"We're aboard the most advanced starship ever built in this star system, Lilian," Amaya replied, choosing not to correct her navigation officer's lack of title in addressing her. "More than that, we are not affiliated with any syndicate. But that won't stop them from forcing us into a 'contract.'" Amaya smiled grimly. "Admiral Tak'la was simply reminding me that the Blackbird's Cry has few allies in the solar system."

"Captain!" Derek said, turning to face Amaya. "Multiple starships are approaching. Two dreadnaughts and a cruiser."

"They're hailing," Fiora said, wincing through her headset. "It's the Caravan. They're ordering us to power down and prepare to be boarded."

"Do not respond," Amaya said calmly, her eyes hard. "Make for the jump point, Derek."

"Fighters launching," Melanie said, stress evident in her voice. "They'll catch us before we make it."

"Let's show them what we've got," Amaya said softly, turning to the elevator doors in anticipation of her officers arriving.

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Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Mark (Mark-IX Albatross Earth Ver.) Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Lilian Rhorer Character Portrait: Matias Kingsbury Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Tyson Monnaie Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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How quick they already got into trouble...Seems the rumors had a bit of truth to them, the ships captain seemed to attract trouble that’s for sure. However even though he was the ships chef, like hell he was simply gonna remain on standby while they were attacked. He did not go into battlefields and go through ship boarding action to let it go to waste, soon enough he was halfway done with assembling his armor. Time was the essence and he was working quickly but carefully.

He was of course unaware what was going on, besides the alarms there was no status report at the moment. So he was not sure if they were getting bombarded to enemy ships were preparing boarding action.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe Character Portrait: Leon Selig Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Mark (Mark-IX Albatross Earth Ver.) Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Lilian Rhorer Character Portrait: Matias Kingsbury Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Tyson Monnaie Character Portrait: Draka Character Portrait: Psykhe Anders

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Robert looked over to Mark with a slight grin from the robot's response. "Alright then Mark, I'm all ears. What did you have in mind?"

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Draka nodded at Nierra as his fingers clicked away at his voice device. "You seem capable, perhaps you and I would be better suited to do the repelling than the officers and shipmates." Before too long, the two engineers reached the armory, already unlocked and doors opened. Draka went deeper into the back of the armory, searching for where his weapons had been placed.

The large man soon returned to where Nierra was, a Plutonian Assault Rifle in hand. The hefty looking piece of artillery could cause a decent amount of damage, but Draka was more than well acquainted with how to use it properly. Or in other words, safely.

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