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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
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Robert froze as the alarms blared, before turning to look at the fellow crew members with him. Was this... A drill? Before docking with Pluto? As Eco bolted from the room, commanding them all to head to the bridge, he realized this definitely wasn't going to be a drill. Robert gave a serious nod to Draka and Nierra. "Looks like we've got trouble. I'm going to get some things together and head to the bridge." He stood up quickly and began to make his way out, waving a hand to Mark. "Mark, if you've got some communications system built in, contact Matias, I need access to the armory ASAP. And come with me too, if this is going to get violent, we might as well have everyone and everything on board ready to fight."

The young man rushed out, with Mark in tow. Moments later he was back in his workstation, cracking open a crate and pulling pieces of armor out. He quickly pulled off his jacket and started to suit up in a lightweight, white battle armor from Langley Industries. He would have preferred his battle suit, but it wasn't ready yet, and a battle on board the ship wouldn't really allow for it.

He turned to Mark next. "Alright, we need to get something pulled together for you next..."

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Draka watched as Robert ran off, then looked to Nierra next. "Looks like I'll get to do my real job after all." His voice emanated robotically. Standing up, he gave a polite nod to Nierra and made his way out, heading towards the armory. Draka had no need for additional armor at this point, he was wearing everything he needed. It was his weapons he was really after, as he contemplated which ones would be best for the occasion...