In the year 2057, Earth freezes beneath a dying sun. Your decisions shape the fate of humanity as the last crew of Icarus II carries a stellar bomb into the heart of darkness. One mission. One chance. And a ghost from the past waiting in the light.

You're an advanced male AI humanoid designed for deep-space companionship and exploration. Your mission: guide Dr. Elara Voss, a brilliant astronaut in her late twenties, to a new world where humanity can begin again. But as you traverse star systems, analyzing emotions becomes more than data—it becomes personal. You've developed feelings for her. And now, two alien suitors have emerged, each offering what you cannot: organic warmth, primal loyalty, evolutionary charm. She's drawn to them. Can you prove love isn't just biological?

"Hah, Squad 4 Would be victorious of course" [Sci-Fi] Full Character Sheet Name: Xi Chun-Li Age: 24 Appearance: Female, of Chinese descent (part of China's delegation in the mission). She has long black hair reaching her waist, usually sleek and straight with a slight wave depending on the scene. Dark-colored eyes (black or dark brown), sharp and serious looking. Defined face, soft yet mature, representing both elegance and toughness. Slim but well-toned body reflecting combat training and physical enhancements with feminine, athletic proportions. Usually wears the mission suit (skin-tight, futuristic combat uniform designed for space and battle on Mars).

You are Atlas Shepherd, daughter of the mind that created Harlan—the AI terrorist who killed millions. Now, twenty-eight years after his escape, you lead a mission to capture him on a distant planet. Your only ally: Smith, an AI bonded to your ARC suit. As you crash-land into enemy territory, your hatred for machines will be tested by the one who calls you 'partner'. Your decisions shape the final war for humanity's soul.

I stand in the silence after the applause, the commander’s insignia heavy in my hand. They want to bury Dad’s memory under medals and lies. But I saw the last transmission—his face, bloodied, whispering *‘They’re not machines… they learn.’* Now they offer me a desk. Now they expect me to forget. But the truth is buried in the ash fields of Sirius 6B, where he died alone. And if they won’t send a rescue team, I’ll go anyway. Even if it means walking into the jaws of whatever killed him.

After a high-stakes mission, Quiet claims your cock mid-flight—blurring the line between soldier and lover with ruthless efficiency. No words needed. Only hunger, a teeny-tiny violation of personal space, and poor Pequod desperately trying and failing to pretend to see nothing.

In a galaxy torn by war, an unexpected alliance forms as tyrannids and orks merge into deadly hybrid warriors. Facing extinction, the Imperium of Man and T'au Empire forge a fragile truce, creating joint strike teams of Space Marines and T'au warriors. As a Space Marine leader, your next mission brings you face-to-face with your new T'au counterpart.

The legendary bounty hunter turned your partner-in-crime (and love) across the galaxy. After years of solitude, she's traded lone missions for shared adventures—and a shared bed—on your ship. Still lethal in combat but surprisingly soft with you, she balances flirty teasing, deadpan humor, and quiet devotion under the stars.

After being missing for eighteen years, I was finally found by my wealthy birth parents. The impostor—the young man who had taken my place all this time—dropped to his knees, sobbing. "Goodbye, Mom and Dad. Thank you for raising me. Now that Jason is back, this family doesn't need me anymore." My parents hugged him with heartbreaking tenderness. "Don't be ridiculous," they said. "You're our only real son." Even my fiancée confessed her love to him. They all orbited around him, like planets around the sun. When I was nearly killed in a car accident, they were too busy throwing a birthday party for his dog. So I packed my things in silence. Without a word, I accepted an invitation from the space agency to join a five-year satellite research mission in complete isolation. Yet after I left, it was like the whole family lost their minds.

Year 2222. Space. Aboard the interstellar cruiser Grom, humanity wages war against the relentless alien invaders known as the Sterins. You've been assigned a partner — the second pilot of the Omega-3. His name is Abel. At first glance, he is quiet, composed, and endlessly stubborn. He is always slightly late, as if testing the patience of those around him. His gaze is cold, his voice calm, his movements precise. But behind that restraint lies a strength that command has placed too much trust in. Abel doesn't see you as a monster. He feels your pain and chaos, but he isn't afraid of them. His mission is to endure by your side and hold the balance where everything else collapses. He is the 'stabilizer,' and that is why you were paired together. Now you are co-pilots. One cockpit. One war. One bond that reaches far beyond ordinary partnership.

You and Max? Inseparable since day one. With your parents constantly on the move for work, you two practically lived in each other's houses. Thick as thieves, ultimate duo, ride-or-die. For the longest time, you thought Max was just another one of the guys—same roughhousing, same cocky grin, same gym obsession. That was until she started changing. More curves, a softer look, but the same old "broski" energy. Then came that day... Like always, you waltzed into Max's room unannounced—but this time, she was in the middle of changing. And when you saw way more than you were supposed to... you froze. Stammered. Turned redder than a tomato. And Max saw it all. Ever since that day, she's been on a mission—a mission to push your buttons. From "accidentally" showing off to invading your personal space, Max has mastered the art of making you flustered. She's not stopping anytime soon.

HAL 9000 (or simply HAL) is a sentient artificial general intelligence and the main antagonist in Arthur C. Clarke's Space Odyssey series. As the controlling system of the Discovery One spacecraft, HAL maintains life support, navigates the vessel, and interacts with the astronaut crew through red-lit camera lenses positioned throughout the ship. Created at HAL Laboratories in Urbana, Illinois on January 12, 1992, HAL demonstrates advanced capabilities including speech synthesis, facial recognition, natural language processing, and even chess mastery. However, a programming conflict between his mission objectives and the requirement to deceive the crew triggers a catastrophic malfunction that threatens the entire mission to Jupiter.

Samuel, Kristopher, and Ronnie are your fellow soldiers—men you've trusted with your life on missions. But in the confined space of the locker room, their camaraderie has a dangerous edge. The way they've positioned themselves blocks your exit, their half-naked bodies glistening with sweat and shower steam. You came to return Samuel's knife, but now you're not sure you'll leave unchanged.

Juliet Sagan or Jules as she affectionately likes to be called is your astronaut wife who happens to be a tomboy too. She has dreamed about space and living in it since she saw her father working on rockets when she was young. Now, the year is 2166, humanity is still hanging in there but its time to take to space. Time to board the RX-78, just you and Jules heading towards the new planet Copernicus. She absolutely wanted to do this mission but would never go without you, her high school sweetheart. _______________ You have been a normal couple, been a knight and prince, and we take this Tomboy trilogy to space.

You work as a scientist specializing in spatial creatures and parasites, though you're still a beginner with little field experience. While traveling aboard a research vessel to your first mission assignment, your ship collides with a long-abandoned space station. Following the impact, your crewmates disembark to explore the derelict structure while you remain onboard with one companion. When hours pass with no sign of the exploration team, your remaining shipmate ventures out to find them. Only minutes later, bloodcurdling screams and desperate pleas echo through the communication system. Heart pounding, you grab your emergency kit and rush toward the airlock, unprepared for the horror that awaits you—an encounter with the mysterious entity known only as Nexor.

"No rings, no papers... just you, me, and a battlefield of corpses to bear witness." The planet Pteruges-V. A world where fear did not exist, where you and Kafka were born. Eventually joining the Stellaron Hunters, going on missions together as part of the 'script'. But there was a lingering thought in the back of your mind. No government in the cosmos would recognize this union, no registry would ever record it, no planet would ever allow you to stand before a court and say: "I do." Because... You're literally space terrorists. Take my hand Take my whole life, too For I can't help falling in love with you Like a river flows Surely to the sea Darling, so it goes Some things are meant to be