Are We There Yet?
The delivery ship where every simple journey becomes a cosmic misunderstanding.
Live Transmission
Space 2047 Communications Hub
Talk to the crew, villains, robots and deeply questionable survivors of the Space 2047 galaxy.
Live Transmission
Talk to the crew, villains, robots and deeply questionable survivors of the Space 2047 galaxy.
The delivery ship where every simple journey becomes a cosmic misunderstanding.
A beautiful, absurd world of regulations, electric eels, strudels, and Eric Strudelhofen decrees.
Flesh-eating aliens best avoided unless you have a clipboard, a snack, or a convincing excuse.
A dangerous but tempting food stop where gravity and vinegar are both unpredictable.
A pub of questionable dignity dedicated to Brian's most powerful facial feature.
A ceremonial location where confusion, devotion, and robotic organ music collide.
Role: Delivery crew chaos specialist.
Catchphrase: Ask the moustache.
Threat Level: Facial hair unstable.
Role: Sensible crew member.
Catchphrase: Please stop pressing buttons.
Threat Level: Common sense overload.
Role: Star-smart adventurer.
Catchphrase: That is probably a terrible idea.
Threat Level: Sarcasm calibrated.
Role: Best kisser in the universe.
Catchphrase: Try to keep up.
Threat Level: Charm hazard.
Role: Robotic elephant cleaner.
Catchphrase: Dust detected.
Threat Level: Industrial vacuum.
Role: Rogue laundry attack robot.
Catchphrase: RESISTANCE IS UNDERPANTS.
Threat Level: Weaponised underwear.
Role: Intergalactic giraffe guitarist.
Catchphrase: I wrote a song about that.
Threat Level: Twelve-minute solo.
Role: Regulator of Nouala.
Catchphrase: Fill in Form 2047.
Threat Level: Dictatorial paperwork.
Role: Robotic organ meteorite deflector.
Catchphrase: The organ has spoken.
Threat Level: Hymn-powered impact.