Sheena and Tina in Invasion of the Nucleus Nine (Alpha 0.13)

After much deliberation amongst my potential directions and having more game, I hereby present more game! A shiny collectible now dropped from enemies for some juice: the Neo-Zeni. Also for this update, we have a surprise complete music overhaul, so let us know some opinions on that! We are otherwise sorry to now inform you that the 'Big P' empire are not fans of saucy content anymore, so you can't get much pic-wise! Spread'em on socials then!

Now after defeating this demo's wolfbosses, you have one more transitional level to survive, with new flying enemies and a nice new backdrop courtesy of a generous supporter! Watch out for the ZeroStars' ship's emergency tumbling tricks! It's not all just show! We hope you enjoy this round of other technical polishes for collision otherwise! We'll get to more animations on the flyers and the next level to cap the stage total next! Have a real story on us!

In a galaxy quite a ways out, Bryce City sprawled as a testament to humanity's unending drive for grandeur—and punishment. Beneath crystalline stars that pierced the polluted night, Sheena and Tina—two of the foxiest bounty hunters in the Darcael Cluster—took a rare moment of respite at a lonely café on the exurbs.

Tina, smokin' like the fire of Ragnarök in her sleek black one-piece shoulderless dress that hugged all the right curves, kicked back barefoot in her latticed chair, sipping down black coffee like a girlboss. Sheena—tan-furred with seductive light blue hair—sat all business in her tight ZeroStar white-gray uniform, dark gloves and boots completing the look. Her perfectly applied blue eyeliner accentuated a dazzling inquisitiveness, while Tina gamed away on her OLED holo-brick: a TPCast.

Around them, the city thrummed with the drudgery of life, an undercurrent of tension crackling along the shores of leathery feet. Bryce wasn’t just any city—it was a galactic hub for trading and investment, a haven for smugglers, merchants, and bounty hunters, teetering between innovation and lawlessness. Tonight, the city was edging. Rumors of an imminent invasion had spread wide open like two moist cheeks, and in the hushed shadows, the veal dripping off every tongue were the Nucleus 9.

With their Neo‑Zenis well spent, the duo savored bites of fancy French onion soup. Sheena’s expression, a blend of determination and worry, hardened as she leaned in. “Tina, this isn’t just another bounty run,” she said, voice low and urgent. “The Nucleus 9 are planning a full-scale invasion. Bryce City is their launchpad to seize all of Planet Erxa. And it’s not just the N9 we’re up against…” She paused, doing a double-take before lowering her voice. “'Mama' is deep in this picture, too.”

Tina’s mischievous grin only widened as she took a long, deliberate sip of her brew, savoring the bitterness. “Guess it's game night, then,” she drawled, her playful smirk dancing on her lips. “Look at me—you're ace of the academy, and I’ve no-scoped bigger clowns than those misfits. You know nobody trusts those mafioso weasels.”

Sheena leaned in further, curiosity mingling with apprehension. “I didn’t really know about this... Mama Mangioni. You do??”

Tina’s eyes sparkled as she set her TPCast aside. “You with the intel don’t get the lowdown because you stick to the safe beats. Listen, I’ve tangoed with the Mangionis more times than I want to admit. Mama—yeah, I call her Mama—only officially moved down to Darcael a few cycles back, but I've been running circles around her crew since before I met you.” She paused, continuing with a snarky edge, “See, Mama took it personal when her insurance claim got denied, after her back got screwed up in that botched surgery at EternalHealthCare. So her fam, Huff, Puff, and that loveable mutt Rhonda went and hit the clinic’s CEO. Now, they’re hustling with the N9 for enough Neo‑Zeni to pay off the bounty on their heads—and Mama’s sky-high surgery bill.”

Sheena’s eyes widened in genuine shock. “You’ve been dealing with them all on your own? I’ve never even heard of the Mangionis mob during my years with the ZeroStars. I stick to the routes that don’t cross into all of that underworld chaos. Like, smugglers on the outer rim mostly—never dealt with all this mafia crud.”

Tina shrugged, setting her coffee aside with a rueful smirk. “…I was on my own long before I met you. My galaxy got swallowed up by some warlord creeps, and now there’s a bounty on my head too. I’d rather not get all sentimental about where I come from, but just know—Mama’s crew and I got history. The N9 are everywhere, claiming everything, and there’s no going back. I’m the only one left still running, which means I’ve got some serious scores to settle. Ugh... like, no pressure on me or anything. Nah, every day, girl." She licked between her teeth, looking for traces of French Onion soup.

"I'm still picking garbage out of my fur from that stunt I pulled just last month. Screw Huff.” Sheena was bewildered. "You were gone? Was that when I couldn't contact you for like a week, and you called back with a new number?" Tina nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, my god. Wowow... " she crooned.

Sheena exhaled slowly, her tone softening with reluctant admiration. “Every deal on Erxa is paid in NZs, every debt comes due. Maybe this was the price we had to pay for a standardized system—though I still think ‘creds’ would’ve sounded cooler. I’m certainly not getting paid enough for this mess.” She managed a wry smile as she noticed a horndog patron gawking, prompting Tina to flip him the bird.

Running a hand down her petite snout in total exasperation, Sheena added, “But you… you’re somehow the best partner I’ve ever had, even if unofficially. Just what am I stepping into here? You flew in straight from another galaxy, and you never let on that these alien factions—these same ones our team’s been trying to keep out of Darcael for nearly a decade—were after you.”

Tina leaned back, her smirk softening into a sly, confident leer. “Relax, Sheens. I might not be with the ZeroStars, but I’ve been running my own hustle since my galaxy got swallowed by the N9. What did you expect I’d do on my own? If we’re not our own mercs, we’re just another hire. I know where those Mangioni bros are coming from, and trust me—I’d rather get paid while I’m at it.”

With a swift, practiced motion, Tina pulled a single-action submachine laser from the concealed pocket at the back of her dress, double-checking its charge with a flick of her wrist. “Once I settle my score with Mama’s crew, the rest of the N9 won’t know what hit ‘em.” Her tone dropped to a pensive murmur as she fixed her gaze on Sheena. “That’ll be all for my conscience.”

The Nucleus 9 had become akin to the Illuminati of Darcael—a coalition of warlords and tacticians who manipulated systems, exploited the desperate, and built an empire one shattered world at a time. Bryce City—an economic and strategic beacon on the furry-dominated planet Erxa—was just the newest target in their inexorable march across the stars. With its prime location, abundant resources, and seamless extranet communications, Erxa’s factories churned out weapons while its underworld fueled the mercenary cells like a turbulent, centripetal snake devouring distant stars.

The mission was clear: stop the N9, dismantle their operations, and save Erxa from falling under ironclad rule. For Tina, it was both business and deeply personal.

Their conversation was abruptly interrupted as Tanny—head honcho of the ZeroStars—made a surprise appearance on Sheena’s TPCast. “Sheena, Tina,” Tanny announced with clinical urgency, “reports confirm that the N9 terrorists—and that alien leader, Zaxxon, along with Mama Mangioni’s crew—have all been spotted right smack dab on Floor Street. Time to show ‘em what you’re made of. Erxa’s fate, and the entire Darcael Cluster’s, rests in your oh-so-soft and very supple hands. Oh, hey, and Tina?” Tanny’s eyes twinkled at the screen. “You might want to consider becoming a part-time ZeroStar sometime.”

Tina drained her coffee, grimacing as Tanny winked. “Tanner out.”

“Not on that fuzzball’s life. The uniform’s tacky! No offense, Sheen,” Tina retorted with a laugh.

Sheena hissed under her breath, “Goddammit, Tanner’s got some serious explaining to do when I’m back at base. How deep does this go?!”

With shared nods and the swagger of seasoned warriors, the duo rose from their seats, leaving behind the lingering aroma of coffee and French onion soup—and a trail of longing glances from the patrons.

As they stepped into the neon-lit streets of Bryce City, the tension in the air reached a breaking point. This was it—the moment when the invasion turned into war. Together, Tina and Sheena would face an army of mercenaries, beasts, and warlords, their dynamic partnership the only force standing between Erxa and the brink of oblivion. The invasion had begun, and it was time to unleash their badassery upon these tentacled fiends.

Get ready for an epic run-and-gun platforming adventure as Sheena and Tina strut their stuff, cocking alien barrels and taking names. Darcael's fate hangs in the balance, and it's up to these foxy ladies to show the galaxy far and wide just how kick-ass they can be.

Given the current difficulty curve so far, you may need all your lives to survive this (in single player mode... ). Or will you bear the future relations of Huff and Puff Mangioni's wolf-cubbins? You may succumb to the knots of volleys! Health restore is planned for works! 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! We repeat: this work is WIP - keyboard support only enables 1 player!

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

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