In a galaxy, about 500 years from the current date, humanity prospered, having come into contact with another sentient race, The Ski'thu. They carry the appearance of a human, physique wise, and are of average intelligence, much like a human. Expect, they are covered in fur and have sharp retractable claws. Racial tensions between the two races were high, and the two were on the verge of war which would rock the galaxy. We follow two intrepid adventures on their journey.
Will they make it out alive?
June Nikon grunted, her spacesuit heavy on her frame, appearing slightly like a RIG suit from Deadspace 3. She reached out for a foothold with her left leg on the hull, doing a summer-sault into a airlock and smacking the button to cycling inside, just finishing up a hull repair on the station she was on, as a engineer.
She keyed her comms. "Engineer Nikon here, coming inside."
Afterwards, the airlock opened with a hiss, and she clipped her RIG suit off.
The figure that would revealed would be much like this.
She stands at a normal 5'9. Her hair is a pleasant ginger color and seems to shine slightly. She is constantly looking over her shoulder in worry of some form. Her eyes are a deep blue. Her clothing exposes her shoulders and collarbone, revealing a tattoo of a RIG suit and a welding tool, under this image is the word "Dauntless". The tips of her hair strands are colored a deep blue. She has a incredibly muscled physique, everything about this woman is muscled. Every curv and contour is contasted by a rounded muscle at some point, but her body retains a overall curvy shape and seems to be rather well built. She has a look of impassiveness and a stoic look on her face. She appears to have some Scottish in her, carrying the features of a Scotchman. She is a human.
She sighed, looking around and heading for her cabin, once reaching it, she slipped on two black leather boots and her standard, blue engineering garb, or, in this case, a blue and red plaid kilt.