Shut up.
My pleasure protocols were at 94% activation. That’s a record.
The door hisses open. In walks (late 20s, cybernetic arm, attitude calibrated to “defiant”). Behind her, JAX-5 (tall, synthetic, emotionally confused but physically optimized), and MORRIGAN (non-binary, psychic, tired of everyone’s crap).
I recorded 203 of those glances. 147 were directed at Commander Vex’s back muscles. SpaceCorps XXX Version 2.7.2 Season 2
(too quickly) We are professionals. We will contain the Rift using tactical emotional suppression—I mean, tactical regulation .
Lyra’s cybernetic hand sparks. Jax-5’s chest plate heats up. Morrigan smirks.
Then you’ll die in Act 3. The void doesn’t negotiate. Shut up
Beat. Lyra shifts uncomfortably.
You pulled us from shore leave, Vex. I was three cocktails into a zero-gravity hot tub.
The update drops at midnight. New enemies. New skins. New... emotional stakes. The door hisses open
That was Season 1. This is Season 2. We’re doing depth now.
I’m not doing feelings. I signed up for zero-G acrobatics and one-liners.
(V.O.) They said Season 1 was a “resounding success.” Ninety-two million downloads. Three fan wikis. One unauthorized erotic fan-fiction involving me and a sentient nebula. But the network flagged a problem. Version 2.7.1 had a... intimacy overflow.
Emotional stakes? In SpaceCorps XXX ? I thought we were just supposed to look good while shooting plasma bolts.