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Draka

Space farer, gun-for-hire, and relentless survivor.

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a character in “The Blackbird's Cry”, as played by Lord Saethos

Description

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ImageName: Draka
Sex: Male
Age: 37
Race: Human, potentially of Slavic descent

Physical Description: Most people will never be able to witness Draka's actual face, as he is perpetually enshrouded in his specialized, atmospheric suit. What they would see of him, however, is a still mostly human body, but heavily scarred. As a Caucasian, his skin tone was originally pale (paler still as he was born and raised on Pluto, with more limited sunlight available). But since his accident, every inch of his skin is a charred black color, but covered in hundreds of deep fissures that are a bright red, heavily contrasting each other, yet somehow almost fitting. The fissures almost appear as though they are open wounds, but they do not actually bleed at this point. Furthermore, both his iris's and sclera's have been turned red as a result of damage from his accident, though they do still function normally, at least when he wears his atmospheric suit.
Clothing: A brown leather trench coat (specially treated for the extreme temperatures of space), covering a specially designed "atmospheric suit" that Draka must wear at all times to properly survive. Along with this, he also wears a specialized atmospheric mask that can also act as a sort of "gas mask" at times.
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 170lbs
Skin Color: Charred black, with hundreds of small "fissures" of bright red color
Hair Color: Silver
Eye Color: Red

Home Colony: Pluto
Occupation: Mercenary

History/Bio: Draka grew up on Pluto without a lot of options. His family wasn't wealthy, and the kinds of jobs available on the planet weren't that promising without a more specialized education. Luckily Draka grew up to be fairly healthy and fit, a good candidate for security jobs, which he did for a few years, bouncing between different types of security jobs, for different companies. Not too long after he started to show his skills, a different kind of opportunity came up; a colonial gun for hire. Basically, Draka would be given contracts to go and provide protection (or sometimes the opposite) for new colonies that were being set up around the galaxy. He had the chance to see many new, sometimes strange worlds, fighting against alien beasts, competing mercs, and sometimes space itself.

Eventually, the jobs began to get more demanding. Corporations weren't keen on one-and-done soldiers, they wanted people more reliable, consistent, and dedicated to the more difficult colonial missions they had planned. This led to Draka being sent to a new colony, one that was habitable, but that had many conditions that weren't quite fit for human habitation. Because of this, they offered a considerable pay raise in exchange for him getting a little genetic manipulation done that would allow him to survive in the planet's atmosphere. Interestingly, the experiments had been relatively successful, but the corporation still had tinkering to do to allow him to survive in the standard atmosphere meant for humans as well. Furthermore, only some parts of the planet's atmosphere could properly sustain life. Other parts were essentially open to the void of space.

And that is how Draka met his fate. During an expedition to an uncharted portion of the planet Draka and his fellow colonial mercs were posted to, a shift in the ground had caused a small chasm to open up in the ground beneath the group. It wasn't too dangerous on it's own, but it forced a piece of rock to launch out and pierce through Draka's helmet and suit. The chemicals, lack of breathable air, atmospheric pressure, a whole host of forces hit him in an instant, crumpling his body and quickly ripping through his respiratory system. The team was able to react fast enough to save Draka's life, but not keep him entirely intact.

The merc did manage to heal over time, his bones and flesh returning to a state that was more livable, but the damage done to his respiratory system (with or without the genetic manipulation even) made the need for a specialized atmospheric suit almost a necessity. Additionally, the damage done means that Draka lost his natural ability for speech, so he has made up for this by including a simple piece of equipment to his suit that converts Morse code into artificial speech. It sounds robotic, monotone, and can't add any inflection or emotion into his speech, but it's a fast and effective system that allows him to keep up with conversation more quickly than sign language.

The accident has made life hard for Draka, but he's a survivor, and has only become more of one since then. Keeping himself alive is a much harder job than it once was, but he's become an expert in it, and his ability to kill hasn't dwindled in the slightest.

Special Skills: Draka is an expert in weapon's usage (firearms, battle suits, and most other conventional warfare tech), but has also become quite skillful in maintenance and repairs (a necessity for his suit). He's also a skilled survivalist (learned through his work as a merc on various colonies), and has also picked up some basic "battlefield" navigational and medical skills. Nothing more than stabilizing injuries or figuring out directions on a planet's surface, but useful nonetheless.

So begins...

Draka's Story

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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: Matias Kingsbury Character Portrait: Astraeus Economos Character Portrait: Tyson Monnaie Character Portrait: Draka

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"Welcome everyone, my name is Matias Kingsbury. I am head of security for Captain Amaya Rose and the Blackbird's Cry," Matias said, bowing slightly. "If you will follow me, I will show you to the ship. Captain Rose will be addressing us with a short speech, and confirming your designated stations aboard the Cry."

Matias led the group down the corridors, into a large glass foyer that showed the night sky above Mercury spread out above them. The foyer itself was full of people, bustling about, mostly ignoring the view, but to the newcomers, it was a breathtaking sight. The shipyards branched out like a tree, the glittering lights highlighting the skeletons of ships being built, strange spirits among the stars. But what really caught everyone's eye was the completed Blackbird's Cry, hanging just out the port window.

It was their first real glimpse of the ship, and as Eco put it, "Well now... that's a ship." The Blackbird's Cry was shaped like an arrowhead, the fore of the ship coming to a softened point underneath gleaming silver armor. Lights flickered on in the bridge, but the eyes were drawn to the massive engines on either side of the sleek wings. Glowing blue flame was just beginning to ignite deep within the engines' hearts.

"This way, officers," Matias reminded the group gently, leading them into an elevator that shot up into the shipyard itself. After a few moments, the elevator opened and once again the Cry was visible, this time much closer as they marched down another corridor that would lead them into the Cry herself.

Matias showed no hesitation as he reached the door and opened it with a quick press of his hand, and he continued to lead the group into the ship itself. The room they entered was a conference room, white walls for neutrality, with a desk and chairs that looked like they could be removed easily if need be.

"Please, have a seat," the woman standing inside said, and it didn't take much for the crew to recognize their captain: Amaya Rose. Dark blue eyes met each of the faces of her new crew, and Amaya stood still, straight as an arrow, as the group found their seats.

"Welcome aboard the Blackbird's Cry," Amaya said, her voice calm and rich, carrying to everyone in the room with ease. "I know many of you must be nervous, or excited, or even apprehensive. Perhaps you have heard of my record. Perhaps you do not feel qualified to be here."

Amaya paused and scanned the group, then continued. "As you all know, my name is Amaya Rose. Please address me as Captain at all times. Your first mate will be Astraeus Economos, although he prefers to be addressed as Eco. During our voyage, you may come to either one of us with any concerns or questions. I want to reassure all of you that you were chosen for this expedition for a reason. Your skills, your backgrounds, and your potential were all weighed into my final decision."

"The Blackbird's Cry is the most advanced starship currently built," Amaya said, pressing a flat button on the table that brought up a schematic of the Cry. "It's large but the rest of the crew is already on board and has been for about a week. They can help you if you get lost, but I hope you've also read over the debriefing. For those of you who may not have, our current mission is to head to Alpha Centauri. As humanity's first outpost, there is a certain import in arriving there."

Amaya pressed the button again and the schematic began highlighting certain areas as she spoke. "Let me quickly go over everyone's assignments.

"Lilian, you will be our main navigator. I will expect you up on the bridge tomorrow morning, but do note that once underway, you have another station at your disposal on deck two, bridge three.

"Tyson, you are the ship's doctor. Tomorrow morning, please report to the medical wing on deck two.

"M, you are our tech officer, and will report to the tech wing. You will work closely with our science officer, so please get to know him when you arrive, or if you happen to meet beforehand.

"Robert, you will be in charge of weapons maintenance. Please report to maintenance on deck four tomorrow morning.

"Nierra, it's good to see you again, and thank you again for coming. I've decided to put you down in the engineering wing of maintenance. You'll be working closely with Robert and our other maintenance officer, Draka.

"You have all met Matias, of course. Matias will be our security officer on board. If there's been a crime committed on board, please report it to him immediately. His office is located on deck three, along with crew quarters.

"Leon, I understand you're quite gifted in the culinary arts. I've asked you to report to the kitchen tomorrow morning to meet the rest of your staff. We'll all be counting on you to keep us healthy."

Amaya stopped and looked around at the group one last time, then smiled. "We have a great crew, and I am greatly looking forward to working with you all. Does anyone have any questions now, before we adjourn?"

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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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As the officers filtered out, Amaya Rose breathed a hidden sigh of relief. It appeared that although perhaps not perfect in their trust for her, the other crew members were excited or happy enough to be here to overlook the troublesome rumors that followed her... at least, for now.

Returning to her quarters, Amaya spent the night planning her speech for the next day. The crew would disembark for a few hours at Pluto for the traditional drink and meal, then head on the journey to Alpha Centauri. Alpha Centuari's system was 4.367 years away at the speed of light, but the trip would take them roughly 4.5 days. Most ships weren't capable of that speed, but the Blackbird's Cry could probably go even faster.

The next morning, Amaya was on the bridge, dressed and sounding the general alarm to ensure everyone was at their stations.

"Eco, give the order," Amaya said, settling into the bridge's chair and listening to the hissing of the dock as it prepared to release her ship from its hold.

"Final call, release dock clamps now," Eco said, and with a clunk, the shipyards did so. "Confirm, dock clamps are released."

"Confirmed, sir," came the reply from the communications officer, a young woman by the name of Fiora.

"Derek, take us out," Amaya said to their pilot. "Just like we rehearsed."

"Yes maam," Derek said, wiping his brow for a moment and nodding to his copilot. "Just like we rehearsed, Mel."

Together, Melanie and Derek guided the ship away from the shipyards, and Amaya smiled as a cheer rose up from Eco that resounded around the bridge.

"Igniting main engines," Derek said, and the hum of the engines filled the room, a comforting thrum that would become a staple for the crew on their long journey to the unknown. "Utilizing plotted course to Pluto."

The ship moved forward and Amaya nodded to the smooth transition, satisfied so far with the ship's performance. She pressed a button on her chair, opening comms for the rest of the ship.

"Congratulations, crew," Amaya said, the smile still on her lips. "We are underway to Pluto. Please feel free to bid farewell to any colonies you call home as we pass them, and if your duties permit, you are allowed to spend the time off-duty. Thank you, that is all."

"Can't wait to reach Pluto," Eco said, stretching. "Been too long since I had a good drink."

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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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Pluto, I never imagined I'd go that far out in the system, let alone leave it. Lilian's mind raced as she watched the charted course to the planetoid at the far end of the Sol system. The hologram display was very similar to the ones back at the Luna Labs, only more realistic than could ever hoped to be achieved back home; hundreds or maybe thousands of tiny projectors rendered the route and any potential hazards along the way.

The mapping of hazards however was hopelessly advanced, perhaps even incorporated from foreign technology, the array of sensors seemed to give constant readings with less than a millisecond of lag, in a surprisingly large distance around the ship; probably to provide time for human error in reacting. It was a little hard for Lilian to get used to the idea that this would be her new career path, a navigator aboard the most advanced ship in the Galaxy, with Captain Rose who infamously already sunk three other Starships.

"Reporting for duty Captain Rose. I assume since we are still in the system, my navigation skills won't necessarily be needed today." Clearing her throat, the Navigation Officer continued, "Regardless I would still like time to work with the equipment for my own sake, if you do not mind."


Emilia sat impatiently in the Tech Wing, having slept very little and arrived very early. Helmet still on and wearing several layers of clothing under a buttoned lab-coat along with elbow-length black leather gloves. The lab was quite sufficient for her needs, though she brought along several things that no one not native to Luna ever seemed to have in their labs. Such things included Pyroxene, Ilmenite, and Olivine; along with her favorite Self-Seeding Free-Electron Laser Apparatus, or 'Sfecla' as she liked to call it. It was a complicated device involving a diamond Monochromator, and was also one of her revolutionary concepts that the Luna Military demanded the rights to, of course she said no; perhaps that is part of the reason why she is on this self-imposed exile.

A few other devices had came along to upkeep her suit, however none of this was on her mind currently, most things lay in her bags on the floor forgotten. Her mind was occupied with her fellow Science Officer, and what they would think of working with a weirdo who refused to take her helmet off, or if they would slow her down in her research. Flustered and impatient, she drummed her gloved fingers on a nearby counter. With a sigh, she asks herself in a low frustrated growl, "Where the HELL are you!?"

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Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Draka

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Robert smiled to himself as the Captain announced their departure from Mercury, pleased he'd be able to give Earth one final wave farewell as they go past. He'd been listening to a little jazz as he worked on a damaged assault rifle. Listening to music helped him focus on his work, but also just kept him entertained, and this song definitely did. "Accentuate the Positive" by Bing Crosby. Robert would probably switch to a little classic rock later though, depending on his mood, which right now was quite pleased. He took a few sips of coffee he had sitting on the table, replacing a scorched barrel from the rifle he was fixing (somehow one of the round blew up in the chamber, made quite a mess too).

This was all a strange experience for Robert. The son of wealthy industrialists, on a state of the art ship, captained by a woman who'd lost no less than three ships in her past, flying to Pluto, and soon to Alpha Centauri. All this, and Robert had never even been off Earth. One might think him a bit sheltered, but he more than knew his way around mechanical things, weapons, business, all that kind of stuff. And what little he had explored of space, he had more than made up for in his explorations on Earth, all the hidden and forgotten nooks and crannies of the beautiful blue planet. He'd miss it, but he was looking forward to what he would be able to explore next.

There was a satisfying clicking sound as Robert pulled the trigger of the rifle, a new barrel in, and an improved chamber for the rounds. Should work pretty smoothly now. "Well, that's one task done for today." He said with a smile, taking another sip of his coffee and scratching off some notes on a piece of paper he had beside him. "Guess I'll go say hi to the rest of the team." He smiled as he rolled down his sleeves, grabbed his light grey jacket and pulled it on over his white collar shirt. Wasn't really necessary, but it felt comfy, and the 'Langley Industries' logo over his left breast was a pleasant reminder of home. Robert left to go find his fellow engineering officers shortly after.

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As Nierra had left her station, Draka had appeared, as if from nowhere, around the corner. He stopped suddenly, appearing to have reached some destination more quickly than he had expected. Giving a slight wave, his fingers on his left hand began to speedily flutter away, clicking some kind of device he was holding. A few seconds later, a strange, monotone, robotic voice emanated from his helmet. "Greetings, you must be Nierra, pleasure to meet you. I'm Draka, the Captain may have told you I work here in engineering." His hands began clicking away again. "I decided it would be a good idea to get familiar with some of the new crew, yourself and Mr. Robert Langley."

As if on cue, Robert found himself walking down the same hall as both Nierra and Draka, a slight look of surprise on his face, followed by a little grin. "We all have the same idea?" He asked in a friendly tone, walking up to Draka and extending his hand. "Robert Langley, and you are?"

"Draka. Pleased to meet you Robert. You're quite young for a weapons maintenance officer."

Robert smiled and nodded his head from side to side. "Yes, but luckily very experienced thanks to my family. Pleased to meet you as well Draka. And Nierra, good to see you again as well, apologies we didn't get more introduced yesterday, but I suppose everyone was pretty tired, and I for one certainly wanted to get familiar with my station." He gave yet another friendly smile.

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Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Draka

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Nierra was taken by surprise from Draka's sudden appearance in the corridor. At first glance she thought he was another Alkair, but the lack of response to her neurally-transmitted handshake protocol was telling. There hadn't been anything to receive it. Yet despite this, he appeared to be more technologically-integrated than the other humans, judging by the device he was manipulating to articulate speech.

Before she could even return the greeting, much less enquire about the gadget he held, their mutual colleague also happened to be passing by. "It is good to see you again too, Robert," Nierra replied to his warm welcome, making a mental note to ask the weapons techie about the ship's armaments later. "I certainly can't blame you for wanting to get a good look at this place. It really is so much more advanced than the human vessels I've seen so far." She turned her gaze back to the other engineer to study his suit a little further. "And this is the elusive Draka, hmm? Odd that we hadn't seen you in the briefing yesterday. Had you arrived here before the rest of us?"

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Character Portrait: Nierra Ezran Character Portrait: Robert Langley Character Portrait: Draka

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Draka's fingers rapidly clicked away at the device in his hand before the robotic voice could be heard again. "Yes, about a week ago in fact. Maintenance hasn't exactly been my career path, but it's something you're forced to be good at in the tougher parts of space."

Robert noted that Nierra had referred to the ship as a 'human vessel', which he took to be an indication that she may be an alien perhaps? Would be interesting to learn more about that later. He also noted Draka's hand held device, and the robotic voice. "I hope you don't mind me asking Draka, but that device in your hand, what is it?"

The larger man turned to look at Robert a moment, then back to Nierra as his fingers clicked away again. "Ahh, this is how I talk. It's a simple device that converts what is basically Morse Code into speech. Helps me keep up with the conversation."

There was a nod of understanding from Robert, who decided not to press much further on that front. Maybe Draka was an alien too, but he thought that perhaps it was something more complicated than that. "Well, now that we're all introduced, is anyone interested in getting some breakfast? I haven't eaten yet this morning, so I'm a little starved to be honest."

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

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Nierra regarded Draka's hand device with renewed interest as Robert voiced her unasked question. She was unfamiliar with the coding language Draka mentioned, but fascinated nonetheless. Part of her wanted to know more, why this device was necessary, though a glance at Robert was enough for her to restrain herself. She knew when it would be improper to enquire further.

"Er... yes, breakfast sounds good!" she concurred, eager to move onto a more pleasant topic. "I hope the provisions will be even half as good as this ship is supposed to be. Do you think they have hydroponics? Not that I mind nutrient paste, but it wouldn't hurt to have some luxury..."

Nierra was quite happy to accompany Robert and Draka to the cafeteria, amicably chatting with the two on the way there. By the time they reached that part of the ship, several of their shipmates from yesterday's meeting were already present, one of them even playing some sort of card game. The Alkair turned to Robert and sheepishly asked, "The menu here might be a little unfamiliar to me. You wouldn't mind if I deferred to your experience with the local cuisine, would you?"

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

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Robert enjoyed the conversation with both Nierra and Draka as they made their way to the cafeteria. Draka had been a little more quiet, but still had a fair bit to contribute, including a little background on his time as a merc from Pluto. He found it a little worrying though, that mercenaries were needed deeper into space. Raised some troubling thoughts.

Once they reached the cafeteria, Nierra had asked about the food that would be available, speaking somewhat quietly. Luckily, they'd reached there in time for Robert to just overhear what Lean was saying to someone else... M was it? "Well, by the sounds of it the chef is doing a stew with some rice. Stew is sort of like a liquidy food that has pieces of meat and vegetables in it. Beef comes from cows, which are native to Earth. Carrots are an orange colored vegetable, kind of like a root, and potatoes are more of a... Starch I guess?" He chuckled slightly as he thought of how to describe it.

"Oh, and rice is... Hmm, rice is like these little white seed looking things, we usually eat them in pretty large quantities, a few hundred of pieces or so. They're pretty small, so easy to eat. But ahh, is this food something you're able to eat?" Robert asked curiously.

"If not, there's always the nutrient paste." Draka spoke robotically. "It's certainly not luxurious, but we all do what we must to survive."

The tall merc raised his hand to the others already in the room to greet them. "I wasn't aware that stew was a breakfast item." Draka spoke without emotion, but it was intended as a joke.

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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.

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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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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."

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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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"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."

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"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.

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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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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.

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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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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.

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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: 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.

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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."

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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: 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."

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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: 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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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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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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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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"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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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.