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located in The Final Frontier, a part of The Blackbird's Cry, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Final Frontier

"Space: the final frontier." How often have we heard that line?

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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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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.
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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."