Bajoran nose ridges. Three of them. That's what I'm staring at while 6 of 9, our blonde Borg escapee, is trying to figure out if a Klingon's secondary spinal cord actually connects to his... you know. The game never tells you his name, just "Kingon". This whole thing is a fever dream of misremembered Trek lore and I'm honestly here for it. The art looks like someone drew it on a DS stylus in 2006 and forgot to save the high-res version. Every line has that shaky Flash vector wobble, like it's about to decompile itself if you click too fast.

Spook is gay. That's not subtext, that's the first choice you make on his "homo deck". I picked the rear rammer machine because obviously. The scene plays out with all the grace of a Geocities GIF, and then 6 of 9 is back on the bridge like nothing happened. What even is continuity? The game doesn't care, and neither do I. There's a "space pussy box" later on. I don't know what I expected. It's a box. In space. With a pussy. Moving on.

Captain Kurt gets an enema. That's a sentence I typed and a thing that happens. The Whora scene, a black woman who is definitely not Uhura if you squint and ignore the name, goes full lesbian with 6 of 9. The sound design, if you can call it that, is just compressed moans layered over what might be a refrigerator hum. I tabbed out to check Discord and forgot the game was running. Came back to a static shot of the Doctor looking disappointed in me. The whole thing is offensive in that specific early-internet way where you can't tell if it's parody or just... sincere horny chaos. If you're homophobic, the Spook sections will probably make you unplug your router. But then you'd miss the Klingon blowjob scene where the anatomy doesn't make any sense. Why does it have ridges there too?

The vibe is like playing a sloppy homemade porno zine someone left in an Enterprise shuttle bay. But you know, the art is literally that specific early RPGMaker grossness where bodies bend wrong and the porn part looks like it was traced from hentai saved on a 90s hard drive. Leah Brahms hologram is there wearing what I can only describe as a Starfleet mandated g string under her uniform, which feels canon if you're a certain type of person. The text just says "Computer, disable hologram anti-bullying protocols" and the whole thing becomes this weird dubcon power fantasy made by someone who really wanted to get smacked at a convention panel.

Navigation is that classic RPGMaker arrow key thing, except there's nothing to navigate. You walk forward and the scripted scenes trigger, really quickly, like the creator was worried mom might walk in mid-development. The sex scene is literally a static image that pops up and stays there. She says the famous line about what a handsome woman she is, or was it the other way around, fuck if I remember, the point is you've got your dick in a light projection and no one on the bridge is asking questions.

The whole accessibility setup is probably absent. No text resizing, color is whatever default windows scheme your browser hates, and if you rely on screen readers you are plunged into the void. But that's almost fitting? Like the original TNG holodeck episodes themselves were accessible by accident through sheer public broadcasting standards and this version strips all that away. You're not on the bridge, you're in a shitty 5 minute WarioWare minigame about penetrating a ghost. And honestly, the absolute lack of polish is the only thing making the whole consent angle land like a wet thud instead of just being depressing. It doesn't take itself seriously enough to be harmful, it just wants to fuck Dr. Brahms, and who among us.

Disorder engulfs the Starship Cerritos under your new leadership. Your authority is questioned by every officer and crew member alike. Beckett Mariner, spoiled and insubordinate, refuses to respect your rank. She lives off the leniency granted during her mother’s reign.

The ensigns mutiny quietly, no longer bowing to their superiors. Rumors of corruption and forbidden desires entangle the crew and threaten order. Desire and humiliation mix dangerously with loyalty and secrecy on board. Restoring discipline demands not just authority but carnal persuasion.

With steely resolve, you plan to break down every defiant spirit with relentless passion. Using seduction as a weapon, you dismantle rebellion piece by piece. No corner of the Cerritos remains untouched by your carnal crackdown. The ship fills with the moans of those who resist, slowly succumbing to your will.

Command here is absolute, and with fierce lust, you carve your reign.