Captain Seymour DickLogic
19118 ~
Maximum Science!
19118 ~
Few have survived to see her locker.
The supreme ruler of the Planet of Bunny Girls. Cursed with eternal lolly, lovely dark black hair and dark red eyes and a surfeit of ands caused by a shortage of commas. Her word is absolute and so is her temper.
The good.
Glorious Hero, Mullet of Mullets! Wencher of Wenches! Cribbage player extraordinaire
Prone to the occasional senior moment as he has now been in the Navy for over Two Hundred Years, allthough not consequtively. Due to the marvels of cold-sleep, he looks about forty and ruggedly handsome with his perfect physique and chiselled good looks.
Recently accidentally on purpose revived from a badly hidden cold-sleep mausoleum to help
combat the menace that is, The Hive Collective.
The bad.
In the Manliance, you can be manly! You can grow your mullet! Men can even grow manlificent moustaches. Women can too, it looks a bit weird but at least in The Manliance they won't excommunicate you.
But the best bit about The Manliance is you don't have to! You can be ugly, you can be short, you can be short and ugly! You can even be fat (not recommended). No one will excommunicate you for that.
Only Citizens are allowed mullets.
The ugly.
The Hive Collective is run by the matriarches who endure the eternal rapture so you don't have to. Their complete intolerance for anything manly is a result of the Oestrogenic Wundermind and some sort of chemical imbalance caused by delusions of oppression.
They don't like mullets. Growing a mullet will result in excommunication and defenstration.
Their ships don't even have porridge, let alone grog.
There's worse though. They put the milk in first!