I used to have a home-world.
Now I have a ship called the Helpful Menace. It runs on bad ideas and fuel.
I’m Zuzu. Last Tinkerian. Yes… last as in no one left to argue with my decisions. I build. I fix. I sabotage authoritarian military assets for fun and survival.
My co-pilot is both my only family and a walking crime, because the galaxy really hates the idea of a mind living in a machine.
We’re hunting the Timewarpers. Ancient. Vanished. Myth. Rumor says they left relics behind, and those relics can do the one thing I need: to turn back time.
Because the Overlords didn’t conquer my world. They erased it. Like my entire species was a typo corrected with a metal fist.
And I can’t shake the thought that there was a lever I didn’t pull. A warning I didn’t shout loud enough. A night I should’ve stayed, or run, or built something faster.
So I keep moving.
Somewhere between “don’t die” and “please don’t explode,” I accidentally assemble a crew. Not a tidy heroic crew. More like misfit parts that should not work together – and somehow do. We slowly become a crew-family.
And the deeper we go, the less this feels like a mission.
It turns into a question.
If you could undo the moment everything broke… would you?
And if you did – what would you have to become to pull it off?
If you want:
A funny, high-stakes space adventure with a ragtag crew and a mystery edgeMurky galactic politics and “please don’t make me be the one who decides” ethicsLaugh-out-loud absurdity that sharpens into “oh… oh no.” stakesProgression… our crew-family keeps getting strongerAccidental friendships… and enemies who deserve the airlockWelcome aboard the Helpful Menace.
