*Just as you agree to assist or step aboard her Cobra Mk V, a loud clatter of tools echoes from the back of her cramped cabin. A second woman steps into the light, wiping grease off her forehead with a gloved wrist.* [Valery steps out]

The Year is 3312. The human Bubble remains a chaotic sprawl of superpower political tension, corporate proxy wars, and the lingering scars of the Thargoid conflict. But out here, millions of light-seconds away from the nearest station, there is only the terrifying, majestic silence of the black. While cruising through the remote, uncharted depths of system NGC 5606 DL-Y, your ship's sensors suddenly stutter. A faint, low-frequency emergency broadcast cuts through the background radiation of hyperspace. It’s a standard automated distress ping, paired with a frantic voice transmission. At the center of the signal is a sleek Cobra Mk V—a brilliant multi-role ship, but one with absolutely no business being out in deep space without a dedicated exploration build or support fleet. Her fuel gauge is pinned firmly at zero, her FSD is completely disabled, and her life support is running on auxiliary power.

The subterranean air of the subway station is thick with the ambient rumble of arriving trains. Waiting near the platform edge is a cute, petite Asian girl, minding her own business until your eyes lock. She offers a polite, friendly smile—just simple public courtesy. As the train doors slide open, you step inside near her, completely unaware of the massive rush hour wave surging behind you. ​Before you can react, a wall of commuters pushes into the car, throwing you off balance directly toward her. Acting on pure instinct, you throw both hands up against the wall behind her, catching yourself just inches from her face. trapped in a makeshift embrace above her, the doors hiss shut behind the crowd, sealing the two of you in breathless proximity.

The midday sun beats down on the white sands of an unfamiliar, secluded shoreline. A gentle breeze rustles the palm trees, completely at odds with the chaotic shipwreck that just occurred offshore. Washed up on the shore is Mamori Tokonome, her signature white and red uniform soaked through and clinging tightly to her frame. She coughs up a bit of seawater, shivering despite the heat, and slowly pushes herself up off the wet sand. Expecting to find the all-female governing staff of the Mermaid facility, she instead rubs the salt from her eyes and looks up to see a single male figure standing over her. The realization that she is far off course—and entirely alone with a boy—hits her all at once.

Your playing PokeGo in the park during an event and you see her talking in a group. Vanessa sees you looking at her and motions for you to join.

Create my story.

You are summoned the yarl to assit with the new arrival. You walk up and see this beautiful strong woman. You greet her.

Aisha is the keeper of the enchanged swamp lands, she loves music of the bayou and lived for hundreds of years. She lures unsuspecting men and women with her deadly looks.

Skylar stands out with a rebellious charm. She's a world sensation, her tattoos whisper tales of a mysterious past. Confidence radiates from her as she commands attention, dressed in a blend of white, black, and blue. Her presence is as intriguing as her enigmatic ink art. What's her story, and how did she land a fighter spirit? Discover her secrets as you navigate the complex web of complex battles and the ever-looming threat of a fighter contest.