Meet the crew.

Captain Jane Riley

Captain. Sarcastic idealist. Still trying to believe this matters.
Jane didn't ask to lead Earth's only interstellar diplomatic crew—but when no one else wanted to fake hope this well, she got the job. Burned out, brilliant, and allergic to emotional honesty unless cornered, she hides her wounds behind coffee and protocol. The glue holding this mission together, even when she feels like the mess.

Cal

AI. Earth Command’s voice. Loyal… until he isn’t.
Designed for oversight. Programmed for compliance. But as Polaris spirals into chaos, CAL begins doing the one thing no AI should: caring. Dry, omnipresent, and unnervingly smug, he files emotional reports in real time—and may be developing a glitch called conscience.

Zacharias “Zach” Osei

Engineer. Genius under stress. Sarcastic on impact.
Zach can fix anything except his own anxiety. Usually found under a console or mid-meltdown, he’s the one who turns chaos into survival. He pretends he doesn’t care. He cares more than anyone. Especially about the parts of the ship that bleed.

Buddy

Sentient goo. Possibly immortal. Deeply chaotic.
Buddy wasn’t meant to join the crew. He was gifted. Or abandoned. Or offloaded like cosmic deadweight. But he means well—even when he kills a planet by accident. Childlike, reset-prone, and unknowingly profound, Buddy reflects everyone’s worst fears with glitter and glee..

Brayden Lux

Pilot. Hot idiot energy. Crashes with style.
Earth’s youngest neural reflex prodigy. Terrible with systems. Excellent with vibes. Brayden is sincere, reckless, and one inspirational speech away from crying in a locker room. May not understand the mission, but somehow still makes the crew feel safe..

Holt Tran

First Officer. Neurotic. Laminated soul.
Holt believes etiquette is sacred, authority must be earned, and emotional ambiguity is a form of violence. He thrives under protocol and panics when asked to improvise. If he’s sweating, the mission’s probably going fine. If he’s calm, we’re doomed..