The loading bar crawls like a wounded insect, I'm not kidding. You'll have time to make coffee, maybe reconsider some life choices while that pixel line inches across the screen. Then you're dropped into this space station, all cold metal and humming machinery, and the first thing you notice is the character sheet. Strength. Charisma. Knowledge. Numbers waiting to be fed. It's a proper adventure setup, not one of those click through dialogue simulators where the clothes fall off in thirty seconds flat.
The alien women are there, you can see the shape of them in their uniforms, the impossible curve of their chests straining against the fabric. Big boobs tag isn't lying, it's practically a promise written into the character designs. But the game holds them back like a cruel mistress. I spent forever grinding those stats, clicking through dialogue trees about galactic politics and engine maintenance, feeling like I was actually earning something. The writing has this dry humor that catches you off guard, a throwaway line about zero gravity toilets that made me snort coffee. Then nothing. The preview cuts out just when things were getting interesting, just when a certain blue skinned officer started giving me looks that had nothing to do with my charisma score.
Hard sex is in the tags but it's more of a distant rumor in this build. Like hearing your neighbors going at it through the wall, you know it's happening somewhere, just not in your apartment. The training mechanics are solid though, proper RPG stat crunching that makes your brain tingle in that specific min max way. I just wish the payoff was there. Some of us don't have the patience of a monk, you know? The foundation is laid, the bed is made, but nobody's getting fucked in it yet. Not really. Maybe that's the point, maybe the slow burn is what makes the eventual release sweeter. Or maybe I'm just telling myself that while staring at loading screens and unfulfilled promises. The alien designs are genuinely creative though, not just humans with green skin. Their proportions are wrong in exactly the right ways, biology that doesn't exist but absolutely should. I'll be back when there's more meat on these bones.