Sheena and Tina in Invasion of the Nucleus Nine (Alpha 0.14)

$5 GREAT+ N9 update adds NeoZeni Vending Machines and a new 3D stage for Sheena and Tina, on NUCLEUS 9! More story too!

A big one! I realize I haven't stepped in seemingly for a while. This is hoping the audience reading this knows I had to devote attention to my other projects too. And as far as more love-making scenes, oh we'll get to that after filling the rest of the game part of this mix. This is a game, not a gallery. I am one man, xon. Not machine. Thank you for your understanding.

Check out these Septuple-A 3D BackGrounds! A new 3D "projects" level after facing Huff! With no stutter, Puff has been set aside, and now is the fated time to spend Neo-Zenis!

So forth, the player also still has to struggle, remember it's a video game, and play through the game experience! But worry no longer: pitfalls are not instant death! And, notably, you have something to spend Neo-Zenis on... vending machines! For now, every machine will be seeded differently per playthrough. They'll be loaded with other potential bonuses, like life later on. Might be better with a more roulette vibe, but sound off, eh? We'll see about it some.

Within the story proper I detailed last time, now you may continue the next portion of the tour of Floor Street! After defeating this demo's interim boss, you have an extra level to blast through quick, with a nice new backdrop courtesy of feckin' 3D! Watch out for more vending machines, and have a Neo-Zeni-filled time! And, have a real story on us! Share the kinds of pictures elsewhere that big-P won't dig, you dig?

Previously on N9…

I thought Bryce City was just another patrol beat. One more café stop, a little soup, and maybe a quiet evening before Tanner went right ahead, roping us into another ZeroStar operation. More even than that, Tina also decides to drop a galaxy’s worth of baggage on me over coffee — mobsters named Huff, Puff, and Mama Mangioni, another vendetta, a faction I’ve never been spoken to about, ever. Turns out she’s been tangoing with half the damn underworld while I’ve been filing reports and keeping smugglers off the outer rim.

Now? The Nucleus 9 — warlords, terrorists, whatever you'd call them — are planning to use Bryce City as their stage of operations. Zaxxon’s in the mix, Mama’s crew is involved, and Tanner’s conveniently leaving me in the dark about just how deep this all is. Of course, Tina’s taking it all in stride, grinning like it’s another damn game night. Me? I’m the one expected to keep us alive with “regulation pea-shooters” while she swears vengeance in her bare feet. Great, you know, I won't cover the medical drops on this. Dammit, aliens!

So, here we are — ZeroStar uniform and a gussied merc, and the entirety of Darcael Cluster on the line. Professionalism only gets you so far when your partner thinks vendettas count as a strategy. But if we don’t stop the N9 here and now, Erxa will all be done in for.

No pressure. Nope, none havin'. Wound up, me here? I couldn't imagine why, gang. Easypeasy?

Totally.

Sheena adjusted the stiff collar of her white-gray ZeroStar uniform, the fabric creasing against her tan fur as she imprinted a gloved hand to her temple — frustration would surely brew. Her light-blue hair, sharp and precise as her eyeliner, gleamed faintly in the neon haze, betraying just how much care she put into looking regulation-perfect. Beside her, Tina padded along barefoot without a hint of shame, the sleek black one-piece clinging to her fiery coat of red fur. Her tufted ears flicked every time a streetlight buzzed, her grin lazy but dangerous. Together they looked like total opposites — one polished, one untamed — yet somehow both impossible to miss in Bryce City’s backstreets.

War was in the air, in the skies, screaming from the depths of space, and silently hushed internally from the bowels of intergalactic trade hubs. A modicum of peace looked at least possible under these stars and smog, once. That illusion was shattered after Tanner's orders. The local wolf-gang who adopted a squirrel girl, Mama Mangioni's little cohorts, were all screwing up the industrial sector tonight, along with the tentacled, digited fiend, Zaxxon. More would be buzzing around the town than just the stocks this evening.

To save Erxa, and the whole Darcael cluster, our titular duo, Sheena and Tina, were dragged into the forefront of a galactic conflict they were little-prepared for, even with the backup of the ZeroStars. They dipped into an alleyway after walking a ways away from the cafe they ate at. The wind carried along a heady musk, and an old aura of dark deeds.

The moist air nearly glowed in the fluorescence of Bryce City's back roads. Why were they parked so far out from that damn cafe? Sheena's cool professionalism betrayed a tiny grumble, as Tina beamed at her, following closely behind as her eyes and ears. This road, these streets just weren't Sheena's beat at all. Maybe diversity should've been in the budget. She sighed heavily. "If we play our cards wrong, maybe there won't be a ZeroStars anymore anyway. I never imagined being a jelly squid's fleshlight, but here we are now!"

Tina had been around the galactic circles more than a few times in her advanced weapon, the X-69 rocket. Alien chases were almost nothing by this point, compared to following standard procedurals, which Sheena insisted on following to a tee, to even a detrimental fault. Tina wasn't carrying X-69 on-hand in this case, however, and both Sheena and Tina would need more firepower than simply laser pea-shooters. Thankfully, black markets supplied vending machines. Anyone hacking in a good gun could take these ammo mods, for the right price, all without needing to Booble Map a street shop. Crime had truly changed.

Who were the Nucleus Nine? Galactic warlords... and their targets. First, however, these explosive fox babes of better odds and ends had to go through the local projects. After all, what other menace but Zaxxon and his goons would terrorize those already down on their luck? One warlord, though, ultimately, out of 9 who have co-authored destruction for ages. But it was never on Erxa's soil though. Not ever in this neck of Darcael. No truces were in. What were these leaders in for? A license to kill was now their only challenge.

Advertisements screamed promises in every manner down dark city crevices. Sheena spotted a tall, blindingly lit, steel vending machine tucked beside a corner alley and pulled Tina along by the shoulder. Its LED lettering shouted—4000 N! INSTANT RELIEF, INSTANT FUEL—glowed gently inside its sludge. “Figures,” Sheena muttered, scanning the price. “Four thousand creds for a single shot. That’s backroad robbery.” Tina giggled, "Ah, but look where we are!"

Tina leaned her paw against a graffiti-smirched wall, open and reflecting the stars. She smirked like it was a cosmic comedy. “Robbery’s relative, Sheens. Considering we’re not carrying around IV drips and medical kits... ya might say this way's cheaper. I mean, look how convenient. Corner street health miracles, right?” She waggled an arm towards it.

Sheena ground a knuckle on her temple, but still threw Neo-Zeni coins into the slot. The machine vibrated, gears buzzing complaint, off-sync. For a tense moment, it seemed the thing would choke altogether, lights flickering and processing with "THANK YOU". Then, with a metallic ker-CHUNK, a single injector clattered from the top fray. The machine started grinding, wheezed once in electronic remiss, and promptly froze up. Its screen now looked more like a home computer BSOD: OUT OF ORDER. Wherever was that damn technician at?

Tina plucked up the shot, twirling it around one digit with skilled ease, then lobbed it back to Sheena. “Miracles on the brink of collapse. Half these things must be held together by bubblegum and prayers. Raise the intergalactic trade tariffs, and forget about the infrastructure, or red tape.” Sheena swiftly eyed the capsule. The injector was fine, sterile, ready, but it didn’t ease the piled aggravations in her face. Tomorrow is a lot.

“These’re everywhere, and also never working right,” Sheena snipped, tucking it into her satchel. “Ubiquitous Junk City, this is really sounding more like. When we fight through a few blocks of Nucleus scum, these overpriced paperweights will be the only thing sitting between us, demise, servitude, and annihilation. You are fucking kidding me with this!!” But she knew it would be too easy to lump in off-world machines as solely Bryce's greed.

Tina cracked up, hands behind her head as Sheena slammed a kick at the side of it with her heavy boot. “That’s the beauty of spending N's some days. Dependable on undependability. Life's spicy, sometimes, huh? Check out the Nucleus' bounty price on my head.” Sheena's eyes rolled, but the curve of her maw let it out that she at least found it half-funny. Their shared adventures always had a way of getting to them, vending machines and all.

Will you bear the future relations of Huff Mangioni's wolf-cubbins? You may succumb to the knots of his volley! Health restore is planned for works via the vend machines next! I'll be willing to hear it on any ideas and stages to work out (if you got'em). Perhaps voice-act work!

NOTE: Please use a modern gamepad!- After all, don't you want vibration?

Listen to the AND part of this game's title, and grab a friend to play with you! Better still, two gamepads enables 2 players! Remember: this work is WIP - keyboard enables 1 player only!

Controls

Left/Down/Up/Right D-Pad = Movement/Ducking/Aiming/QTEs
X ('A' on KB) = Shoot/QTE Actions
A ('S' on KB) = Jump/Slide/Unlatch/QTE Actions
LB/RB ('X' on KB) = Stop and Aim
Alt+Enter (keyboard)  = Fullscreen/Windowed Mode

NEW 3D STAGE TO BLAST CALJOHNES AT 155MB! DIFFICULTY-LOWERED WIP DEMO HERE!
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