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Mark (Mark-IX Albatross Earth Ver.)

The latest model of Albatross, a state of the line asistance and maitenance robot

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

Description

"Assistance is on the way!"

Name: Mark
Sex: Robot with Male A.I program
Age: 2 Weeks
Race: Robot

Physical Description: A machine the size of a trashcan, With two ocular units in front of it's hull and two booster rockets on it's side to maintain flight.
Clothing: N/A
Height: 4'0 (Full gestalt height depends on the model)
Weight: 583 lbs (Full gestalt wright depends on the model)
Skin Color: Silver
Hair Color: N/A
Eye Color: Yellow

Home Colony: Earth
Occupation: Assistance and Maintenance Robot
History/Bio: The newest model of Albatross by the Blazer Corporation. Hank Blazer personally gifted an early model to the Blackbird's Cry. This one is unique as the crew came to discover, as it has been equipped with an A.I. The first of it's kind in terms of modern robotics.

Special Skills: Can conduct maintenance across a variety of a machines, including spacefaring vessels, Has built in appendages designed for delicate operations such as lab work and providing assistance to those the medical field, has built-in encyclopedic knowledge about various companies, firms, and corporations, contains historic informative database on the history of humanity, can enter a gestalt formation to assist in combat, if needed, cleans up workspace, can speak all Earth languages.

So begins...

Mark (Mark-IX Albatross Earth Ver.)'s Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Amaya Rose 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

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#, as written by DarKnight36
Amaya coughed into her hand, hiding a smile at Lilian's inquiry. The new navigator seemed to lack in confidence what she made up for in ability, but Amaya hoped that she would grow more comfortable with her post over time.

"Many of our first star systems will have plotted routes already," Amaya said gently. "Tomorrow morning, you can look over the routes programmed for Alpha Centauri and decide which one would be best. Glancing over them all might help you in creating routes in the future, but don't feel obligated to know everything on your first day."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe 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

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Robert nodded and smiled, satisfied thus far with the Captain's responses. "Well I believe any pertinent questions seem to have been answered for me at this time. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to get acquainted with my station, and equipment." Robert took a quick look over to the robot that had introduced itself, not something he was immediately trusting of, but then again he wasn't really suspecting Henry Blazer was interested in developing weapons.

"Hey uhh... Mark. Yeah, Mark-IX, I've got some stuff you might be able to help me with tomorrow morning if you've got a little time." Before taking his leave Robert gave a salute to the Captain, followed by a nod to Matias, and then the rest of his fellow crew mates. "Captain. Matias. Ladies and gentlemen. If anyone needs me, I should be on the fourth deck." With that, Robert took his leave and headed towards the fourth floor.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Amaya Rose Character Portrait: Emilia "M" Leibe 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

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#, as written by Sepokku
Though obviously still anxious, Lilian simply smiled and nodded her acquiescence, Captain Rose was correct after all. The thought of poring over the already established routes through the foreign system sounded interesting enough to keep the Navigator from any notion of sleep. The shuttle ride had been long, but any sign of weariness were completely absent from Lilian for the moment. "Understood, no further questions; I'll report to the bridge in the morning."

Having been dismissed, she decided to find her room, making her way to the crew's quarters so that she might start unpacking. This was to be home, after all, for the foreseeable future. I might as well make myself comfortable... Lilian's thoughts drifted to the rest of the crew, who all seemed interesting enough, with the exception of Tyson who seemed like he would immediately grate on her patience.


Emilia had found the tech wing almost immediately, and as such was acquainting herself with the rest of the ship, somewhere on the first floor. The various other crew-members answered any of her questions about where she was going, and what to expect there. Before long she had a tertiary map of the ship, crew members and their various positions, and the like. A couple other Luna natives recognized her helmet, giving her a wide berth, otherwise she roamed the halls mostly unnoticed.

She was tired, the trip here had been a pain and the crew-mates she met so far were mostly unremarkable. However she wouldn't head to the crew quarters for some time yet still; she needed time to clear her head, unwind, and think of how she was going to handle her fellow science officer. Almost certainly their proximity would compromise Emilia's identity, though, perhaps that was fine among peers on The Blackbird's Cry...

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

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#, as written by DarKnight36
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."

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

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#, as written by Sepokku
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: Mark (Mark-IX Albatross Earth Ver.) Character Portrait: Robert Langley

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Mark had offered a buzz of acknowledgement, a tone that indicated the processing and subsequent accepting of a request, familiar to those who had been around an Albatross unit before.

The robot had, however, not been told just where to meet up with Robert, though, oddly enough, instead of inquiring for further instruction, it instead had found it's way to deck four after the meeting had adjourned and simply awaited for Robert to arrive there the next day.

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