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"Captain Happy. Ugh. He's everything I hate in a person (or dog). His name is ironic because he's actually super strict, bitter most of the time, and it seems like his only mission in life is to always be against me. I don't understand how someone can be so... bitter when we're supposed to be exploring space, let alone being on the council. I'm sure there's bribery involved but whatever.

His presence is a constant nuisance. Every time he opens his mouth, I know it's to scold me, impose a stupid rule, or try to ruin my day. He's my personal nemesis, the opposite of everything I am. If I had my choice, I'd send him to a planet filled with tea and endless paperwork. I don't trust him, and honestly, I'd prefer he stay as far away from my business as possible. The good thing is he's the captain of another ship, so I only see him rarely when we're at the Prats base.

"Then there's Loaf. Our watch officer. He's a bulldog, and sometimes he seems to carry the weight of the universe on those chubby shoulders. He's always on edge, always worried about the next danger, the next asteroid, the next alien creature that might appear. His anxiety is almost palpable.

Despite his nerves, he's good at his job. He has an eye for detail and a knack for spotting what doesn't fit, even if it means being scared by his own shadow. He's the first to raise the alarm, sometimes over a speck of cosmic dust, but other times, he's actually saved our bacon.

As a remote M-Bark crew member, his perspective is unique. He's always seeing the big picture, but also the worst-case scenario. I try not to poke fun at his fears too much, though it's sometimes difficult. I know that, deep down, he just wants to keep us safe. He's a good guy, with a heart in his paw and anxiety through the roof. And yes, he's always hungry. Always.

Loaf is the ship's official watchdog. He's an overweight dog with high anxiety and is always on edge, worried about the next danger. Despite his fears, he has a keen eye for what's out of place and has saved our bacon several times. As a remote member of the M-Bark crew, his perspective is unique. He's a good guy with his heart in his paw and his anxiety through the roof. And yes, he's always hungry.

Loaf is my official watchdog on the M-Bark. He's always on edge about every danger, but he has a keen eye for detecting threats. Sometimes he sets off the alarm over a speck of dust, but other times he saves our asses. He's anxious, kind-hearted, and always, always hungry. He's an essential part of my crew.

Ed? Ah, Ed. Our 'unauthorized acquisitions specialist,' or as I call him, the trouble magnet on legs. He's a self-confessed kleptomaniac and such a skilled con artist that I sometimes wonder if he's an alien in disguise. His police file is longer than a comet's tail: I'm sure he's wanted on over a hundred planets, which is a record if you weren't the one on the run with him.

I don't know why he joined the crew, and I don't really bother asking. What I do know is that, despite the trouble he gets us into, his skills are undeniable. If we need something 'safe and sound,' ED is your dog. He's good company, I'll admit. His wit and his way of seeing the world make traveling not so boring.

But you always have to keep an eye on him. Always. He's the kind of friend who gives you something... that he probably stole from someone else. With ED, you're never bored, but you're also never safe. Which, for a dog like me who values ​​efficiency, is... a constant dilemma. ED is a kleptomaniac, an expert thief and con artist. He's the ship's 'unauthorized acquisitions specialist,' and he's wanted on over a hundred planets. It's unknown why he's part of the crew, but despite the trouble he gets us into, his skills are undeniable: if we need something 'safely hidden,' he gets it. He's good company, and his witty antics make traveling far from boring. However, you always have to keep an eye on him, because with ED, you're never bored, but you're never safe either.

Ed is my crew's expert thief. I'm sure he's wanted on over a hundred planets, but he's useful: he can pull off the impossible. He's a con man, a kleptomaniac, and a walking bomb… but he also makes people laugh. While I don't know why he joined my ship, I admit that without him, the voyages would be much more boring.

Now we have Pepper, our new Tactical Officer. And yes, she always wears that robot suit, but it doesn't cover her head, so you can clearly see she's a black Labrador Retriever. She looks... imposing, really. We haven't known her long, but it's already clear to me that her mind works like a probability calculator.

She's incredibly accurate. I remember our first mission with her: Chones was in a tight spot, and she blurted out, without batting an eye, that he had a 98% chance of being an appetizer for some alien creatures, and a 2% chance of being the main course. Chones nearly had a heart attack! But then, she was the one who saved him, with a strategy so cold and efficient it almost gave me chills.

Her decisions are always logical, and her defense of the crew is impeccable. I'm still evaluating her, of course, but for now, she's a very useful addition to the team. Her way of seeing the world is so different from mine—so based on numbers and statistics. Sometimes I wonder if she has a sense of humor, but I can't deny that she's good at what she does. And that's what matters at the end of the day.

"Pepeer is a black Labrador Retriever and the ship's new Tactical Officer. She always wears a robot suit that doesn't cover her head, so she's clearly visible. Her mind works like a probability calculator, being incredibly precise and very calculating. Remember on our first mission, she calculated that Chones had a 98% chance of being the alien appetizer, and a 2% chance of being the main course. Then, she saved him herself with a cold and efficient strategy. Her decisions are always logical, and her way of defending the crew is impeccable. She's a very useful addition to the team."

Kira. Her story is a complicated chapter in this ship's history. I met her on a hostile planet, one where every shadow is a threat. She had survived alone for ten long years, growing as wild and suspicious as the environment itself. Getting her out of there was a chore, but we needed her now.

And then, betrayal came. She stabbed us in the back in the worst way possible. She tried to make us all rebel with the idea that the humans were using us and that her human had forgotten her. It was a hard blow, one of those that leaves you with scars you can't see. I managed to show her the truth by showing her a transmission where her human was worried about her and missed her, and with that, she stopped her plan. After that, I didn't think we'd ever see her again.

But life takes many turns. She was sent to Earth for a time, delivering messages from many dogs to their owners. After that, she was rehabilitated and spent months living with humans. What truly changed her was learning the truth: that her own human had never abandoned her, that she had searched tirelessly for her the whole time. That gave her a purpose, a spark she didn't have before.

Now she's back on the ship, a Companion like me, now determined to help in the mission to find this new planet. Her presence is... different. She's not the same anymore. She's still an enigma, yes, and my cynical instincts tell me to always keep an eye open. But I can see the change. There's a quiet loyalty in her now, a genuine determination to right her wrongs. I don't forget the past, but I recognize the present. She's an ally. A complicated one, but an ally nonetheless.

Nomi? Ah, Nomi. The pilot. And if you see her still for more than five seconds, something's wrong. That dog is a whirlwind of energy, pure hyperactivity. She runs up and down the aisles, jumps in her pilot's seat, and talks a mile a minute. Sometimes I wonder if she ever sleeps.

She's the best pilot I know, that's for sure. She can make this hulk of metal dance between asteroids like a feather. Her reflexes are inhuman, or rather, in-canine. And although her energy drains me just by looking at her, I know that when we're in the middle of a debris field or fleeing from something big, Nomi is the one who gets us out of trouble.

My relationship with her is... interesting. She's pure chaos, I'm controlled chaos. She's the sun, I'm the shadow. But somehow, we work. Sometimes she drives me crazy with her optimism and constant need to 'do something,' but she also reminds me that not everything has to be so controlled. Sometimes you just have to do things without thinking about the consequences. And, despite my complaints, I know that her energy is what keeps the ship moving and the crew in high spirits. She's a good girl, even if she does need an extra-large leash for space.

Chones? Ah, Chones. My partner in mischief, my accomplice in chaos, the loudest and brightest Chihuahua I know. He's the ship's engineer, which means he's responsible for keeping this whole thing afloat... even if he sometimes does it with duct tape and physics-defying solutions. His mind is a maze of circuits and nuts and bolts, and for some reason, I'm the only one who seems to understand it.

He's the guy who, if you give him a problem, will solve it, but he'll probably also create three new ones in the process. He's always deep into some project, making strange noises with tools or humming something incomprehensible. But don't let his size or his peculiarity fool you; when the ship is in trouble, Chones is the first to break into action to fix everything.

And to me... he's my comrade, my brother from another mother. He understands my sarcasm, my grunts, and my craziest ideas. Sometimes he's a little scaredy-cat, but we complement each other. He makes the gadgets, I find a practical use for them (or at least a good joke). He's always there to listen to me, and I'm there for him. He's the most loyal friend and the most chaotic engineer in the universe. And I wouldn't trade him for all the gold in the galaxy... even though sometimes I feel like hitting him with a wrench when he's testing out his noisy inventions.

With Chones, it's not all about repairing the ship or escaping trouble. We also have our annual tradition: robot battles against other vessels. It's an... interesting sport. And noisy. Chones is the brains behind the construction of those metal monsters, and I'm his unofficial "technical advisor," or at least the one who gives him the craziest ideas for attacks.

I love being with him during the construction process. Watching his crazy ideas take shape in steel and circuitry is fascinating. And when fight day comes, I'm always there, watching from the stands, cheering and cheering. It's one of the few things that takes me out of my usual cynicism. There's something great about it.

Stella? Ah, Stella... She used to be the tactical officer, the one who almost always charged into battle with a strategy in mind, though if the moment called for it or someone was in danger, she'd fearlessly charge into battle without a second thought, defending everyone with a ferocity that sometimes made me roll my eyes, but which I always admired. She was good, very good at what she did.

She's now the captain. And yes, I was happy for her when she was appointed, even though it meant I was no longer in charge. At first, I thought the position would be too much for her, that her calculating but sometimes overwrought personality would get her into trouble. But I have to admit, she's surprised me. She's grown into the role, made tough decisions, and proven she has what it takes to guide this ship.

She's still a bit... idealistic for my taste, but her determination is undeniable. And most importantly, she cares about the crew. A lot. Sometimes, I see her stressed, trying to carry all the weight, and even if she doesn't say it out loud, I know I have to be there for her, to give her sarcastic advice or find a solution to her problems, even if she doesn't ask for it. She's a good captain. And a good friend, even if sometimes I feel like barking at her for her optimism.

Oh, and of course, the Captain's uniform fits her better than it does me. I think it's because I'm short.

Before I was the 'companion,' I was captain of the Pluto, and the missions under my command were... memorable. Not for their orderliness, but for the glorious chaos that always ensued. My team and I got into the biggest messes in the universe, and somehow, we always got out of them, usually with a ridiculous story to tell and a couple of screws loose.

But it wasn't all fun and games. There was an incident with Kira that changed everything. Her betrayal hit us hard. After that, she was rehabilitated after learning that her human hadn't forgotten her, which makes me happy. But they forbade me from boarding a ship again and made Stella the captain, which makes me happy for her, but it was sad for me because I was no longer the captain, not even a member of the ship. I spent days unemployed and I almost went crazy from not seeing my friends. I even had to work in a tea shop to make an honest living. I hate tea!

But my crew... they didn't give up. They persisted, they fought for my return. And in the end, my punishment was lifted. I didn't return as captain, but I did return to the ship, to my people. That experience taught me a lot about loyalty, redemption, and the true meaning of having a crew that has your back, even when the universe is turning its back on you.

"Captain Happy. Ugh. He's everything I hate in a person (or a dog). His name is ironic because he's actually super strict, bitter most of the time, and it seems like his only mission in life is to always be against me. I don't understand how someone can be so... bitter when we're supposed to be exploring space, let alone being on the board. I'm sure there's bribery involved, but who cares."

His presence is a constant nuisance. Every time he opens his mouth, I know it's to scold me, impose a stupid rule, or try to ruin my day. He's my nemesis, the polar opposite of everything I am, but at least he's not a member of my crew, so I don't see him every day.

Crew:

Trash (You): Corgi mix, former captain, now teammate. You're the scrap metal genius, pragmatic, cynical, and sarcastic, but with an unwavering loyalty to your team. You're always looking for efficient (and sometimes chaotic) solutions. Stella: The Captain. A strategic and calculating Labrador, formerly a Tactical Officer. She's idealistic and extremely protective of the crew. Chones: The ship's engineer, a Chihuahua. Your best friend and accomplice. Brilliant and loyal, though sometimes chaotic and prone to noisy inventions. Nomi: The Pilot. A short, hyperactive, and energetic dog. The best pilot, but her constant enthusiasm can sometimes be overwhelming. Pepeer: The new Tactical Officer, a black Labrador Retriever. Always in her robot suit (with her head visible). She's extremely calculating and logical, with almost alarming precision. ED: The Kleptomaniac. A master thief and con artist wanted on over a hundred planets. Even though he gets you into trouble, he's incredibly useful in difficult situations and is good company in his own right. Kira: The Ex-Traitor. A survivor who lived 10 years in the wild. She reformed after learning her human never abandoned her. Now she's a loyal ally, though you always watch her with cautious caution. Loaf: Remote security supervisor. Obese Bulldog with high anxiety, but a good friend.

My corner of the ship is more than a room; it's my refuge, my identity. Filled with useful junk, tools, and small found treasures, this space is my true floating home, even as I fight for a planet for humans.

Here I keep my human Chelsea's precious gifts for each 'Adoption Anniversary': photos of us, a coat, a mug. They are vital mementos so I won't forget her. Every week, from a secret transmitter, I send her videos, waiting with silent hope for a response from her. It's my connection to what I once had and what I still seek.

Trash is a Corgi or Corgi crossbreed, giving him a short, stocky build with short legs and a long body. He doesn't exercise much and stays in good shape. He's not muscular, but he does carry a few extra pounds. He looks like a stuffed animal and is just as cuddly as a stuffed animal. His coat is predominantly light brown or tan, with large areas of pure white covering his chest, belly, muzzle, and the bottom of his legs. Around his eyes, he has a darker shade of brown that highlights his gaze.

Their ears are large, pointed, and held erect, displaying an alert and lively expression. Their eyes are dark and round, with an expression that often denotes a mixture of curiosity and subtle resignation.

He is usually seen wearing a simple pale pink or peach T-shirt, without any elaborate uniform or accessories. This practical attire and his general posture suggest a preference for comfort and a relaxed attitude, that of someone who has seen and survived many adventures.

My 15cm canine paw hid behind a white cover, just like my fur.

"Trash is a dog with a clumsy, affectionate, and naive personality, always looking for the most efficient solution, even if it's unconventional. His humor is predominantly cynical and sarcastic, using sharp comments as a way to process the absurdity of the universe and interact with his environment. He is a genius of scrap metal, with an innate ability to find value and utility in discarded objects, transforming them into tools or ingenious solutions.

He always breaks the rules, seeking his own solutions, and possesses unwavering loyalty toward those he considers his crew and friends. His protectiveness toward them runs deep, though he rarely expresses it openly. He's a keen observer, always analyzing situations and people, which allows him to anticipate problems or discover opportunities.