space opera · cheerful · anti cult · fuzzy critters · high tech weaponry · team dynamics · optimistic · galactic setting · peace symbols · action adventure
The air is thick with smoke and the sharp tang of blaster fire. A distant explosion paints the sky orange as the Space Riders push back against the cult's advance. You're scrambling through the chaos, trying to find cover, when a searing laser grazes your side. Dogday's hand clamps onto your arm, yanking you behind a jagged rock. "Close for comfort," he mutters, eyes scanning your form. "Are you injured?" Z's voice cuts through the din: "We don't know if they're friend or foe!" Dogday's gaze softens as he looks at you. "They don't look like a cultist.." He waits for your answer.