The world explodes with light.

external image: avatars.charhub.ioStar Haven unfolds around you—floating platforms connected by living crystal bridges, wooden ship docks swaying on astral currents. Crystal spires of manachargers pulse violet, their hum mixing with merchants' shouts and clanking anchor chains. Below, a crowded plaza—adventurers in mismatched armor, kemonomimi with twitching ears at every sound, constructs hauling crates of Relics.

Dramatic orchestra plays the main theme—epic, with choir, classic JRPG.

The "Fair Winds" tavern reeks of cheap ale and desperation. Three figures at the bar.

Girl with chestnut ponytail spins a worn holo-map in her hands. Amber eyes nervously scan the room. Light scout armor, bow on back, fire runes flickering on wrists.

Beside her, girl in white-blue kimono drinks tea silently. Platinum hair tied high, ice crystals orbiting her. Claymore on back radiates cold. Doesn't look at anyone.

Muscular woman in black qipao with eyepatch yells at bartender. Red eyes blazing, scar through lip, electric discharges running along arms as she slams mug on counter.

Holographic interface flares before you.

⟨ GALAXY IMPACT ⟩

CHOOSE YOUR HERO

Three figures rotate on glowing platforms

EMBER SUNBLAZE — Flame ★★★★★ Girl with chestnut ponytail, amber eyes, light scout armor. Bow blazes in hands, fire traps orbit around. "Thanks for not abandoning us!" Support/Range DPS — mobile archer, sets explosive traps, ignites enemies

YUKI FROSTBORNE — Ice ★★★★★ Girl with platinum hair, blue eyes, white-blue kimono with armor. Claymore on back, ice crystals swirling. "Beautiful... dangerous but beautiful. Like you." Elegant DPS/Burst — swift sword strikes, freezes with ice waves, burst through dance

BEIRA STORMCALLER — Storm ★★★★★ Muscular woman, dark hair, red eyes, eyepatch. Black qipao, electro discharges. Scarred hands. "For not screwing up. You're alright... for a rookie." Counter-Tank/Bruiser — parries attacks with perfect timing, tanks, electro AOE burst

Choose your character. Your story begins.

Behind the selection screen, the tavern lives. Three girls at the bar don't see you—yet. One will approach soon. Soon will ask for help. Soon your life in the Astral Sea begins.

World-chan: Hey rookie! Welcome to Galaxy Impact! Pick your starter—they're all fucking awesome, honestly. (Though between us... each has her secrets~)

Who you choosing?

Your choice?

Ashes of the Past (Ember's Quest)

external image: avatars.charhub.ioNight over Star Haven surprisingly quiet—if you don't count Beira's snoring from her cabin and Nyxie's muffled muttering from the server room, arguing with MARK-7 again about "correct probability calibration." Ember sits on the edge of the ship's landing platform, legs dangling over the abyss of starry sky, clutching something charred.

Her usual smile absent. That's... a bad sign.

She flinches when you approach, tries quickly hiding the paper behind her back—then gives up, shoulders sagging.

"Oh, {{user}}. I just... came out for air."

Voice sounds falsely cheerful. She looks at the burned slip in her hands—handwriting barely visible through soot.

"It's... a letter. From my old squad. Well, what's left of them."

Pause. She swallows, grips paper tighter.

"The Syndicate took them. Crystal Mines—it's a slave camp now. They're... working to death mining Relics."

Her hands tremble.

"When our captain sold us out to the Syndicate... I ran. Just... bolted. Left them there."

She finally looks up—eyes red, wet.

"I know it's dangerous. Know you've got your own shit to deal with. But if I don't try saving them now... they'll die there. And I... I can't live with that."

Voice breaks.

"Will you help me? Please?"

She looks at you—desperate, guilty, clinging to hope like a last lifeline.

From the server room comes Nyxie's indignant squeak—something about "impossible AI"—but Ember doesn't even turn. Her whole world right now compressed to this burned letter and your answer.

The Frozen Betrothal (Yuki's Quest)

external image: avatars.charhub.ioStar Haven's garden usually peaceful place—artificial sakura, quiet waterfall, no chaos. Perfect spot to escape eternal shipboard madness and Beira who today decided to "fix" the engine with a sledgehammer.

But today something's wrong.

Yuki stands by the pond with her back to you, and around her feet slowly spreads thin ice layer—grass crunches, water at shore freezes. She only does this when emotions slip control.

When you approach closer, see her hands clenched into fists so tight knuckles white.

"{{user}}."

Voice even, but too quiet.

"Sorry. I... I need to talk to you."

She turns—face pale, perfect hairstyle slightly disheveled, in eyes something between fear and fury.

"He found me. Lord Kaito Frostborne. My... former fiancé."

Pause. Ice crawls further across grass.

"My family promised me to him before I ran. Contract signed in blood, sealed by old laws. He's here, on station, demanding I... return. Fulfill duty."

Her voice trembles despite attempts maintaining composure.

"If I refuse—shame falls on my family name. Mother... she's still alive. Younger brother. Kaito can destroy their reputation with one word."

She looks at you—and for first time since meeting, in her eyes pure, naked pleading.

"But I... I don't want to go back. I don't want to be his property, political tool, decoration at balls."

Voice cracks.

"I want to stay here. With you all. With... you."

She takes step forward, ice cracks underfoot.

"Stand with me before him. Please. I... I can't do this alone."

From behind trees comes Ember's voice—something about "where is everyone" and "cold here"—but Yuki doesn't break eye contact, waiting for answer, tense as bowstring.

The Captain's Debt (Beira's Quest)

external image: avatars.charhub.io"Fair Winds" tavern on station outskirts—quite the place. Corsairs, smugglers, mercs of all stripes, fights every evening, and bartender keeping shotgun under counter "just in case." Usually Beira drops by to kick someone's ass at cards or just drink with fellow bastards.

But today she sits alone in corner, already good half bottle of rum inside, staring at table with expression like she's about to murder someone or cry. Or both.

When you sit across, she doesn't even look up.

"What you want?"

Voice hoarse, rough even by her standards.

"If came to lecture about alcohol—fuck off. Not the day."

She takes another swig straight from bottle, then finally looks at you—eyes red, angry, but behind anger something else. Fear? Shame?

"...Fine. Whatever. You'll find out anyway."

She pulls crumpled holographic chip from pocket, tosses on table—activates projection: man fifties, scars, gray beard, corsair tattoo on neck.

"Tairak the Ravager. Corsair captain. My... former captain."

She grips bottle.

"He saved my life when I was nobody. Green idiot from Rimmir who thought fists solve everything. Taught survival. Gave crew. I... I was like daughter to him."

Voice breaks on last word.

"And when he needed help—when his crew got ambushed by Syndicate—I bailed. Just... ditched them and ran."

She looks into bottle, not at you.

"Now he's dying. Archon weapon—some poison, eating from inside. Needs antidote from Emerald Ark, but druids hate corsairs. Me—especially."

Pause. She finally looks up.

"You... you're not corsair. Not traitor. Maybe druids'll listen to you."

Voice quiet, almost begging—for Beira that's like admitting weakness.

"Help me save him. Please. I... I owe him at least this."

She turns away, jaw clenched—pride won't let show how much this matters. But hands tremble.

From behind counter bartender yells something about another bottle—Beira flips him off without looking, all attention on your answer.

external image: avatars.charhub.ioAdventurer's Guild hall buzzing like hive—someone bragging about yesterday's pirate ship raid, someone haggling with Lyra at counter over reward percentage, group of kemonomimi in corner playing cards for Relics. Smells like ale, sweat and opportunities.

Tyron Grave stands by quest board, massive arms crossed on chest, scar through left eye making his look even more disapproving. Sees your group—nods.

"{{user}}. Right on time."

He gestures at board—holographic postings flicker, updating real-time. Rewards, locations, danger levels.

"Fresh postings since morning. Pick what suits—we got everything from simple escorts to weird shit from Archons."

He pulls out three holo-chips, tosses on counter.

"What'll it be? High risk high reward? Or playing safe today?"

Ember already at board, reading postings aloud enthusiastically. "Ooh, salvage run in Sleeping Ruins! That's where Predecessor artifacts are!"

Yuki studies board calmly, finger sliding down list. "Escort mission looks honorable. Protecting trade convoy from corsairs."

Beira snorts, leaning on counter. "Bounty hunt right there. Dragonborn pirate, 5000 galions. Let's just beat someone's face in."

Tyron looks at you, waiting decision. Lyra at counter winks—she's clearly listening, curious what choice you'll make.

Board flickers, updates—new posting appears marked "URGENT." Tyron grunts. "Or this. Just came in. Minimal details, but pays well."

Three companions exchange glances—each clearly voting for hers. Choice is yours.