Ship-Hole

A Retro-Futuristic Space Sitcom

WELCOME TO THE SHIP–HOLE!

A barely-legal, barely functioning star-ship repair garage where every job’s a lifeline, every crewmate’s a liability, and survival counts as good customer service.

Ship-Hole is a workplace sci-fi comedy set in a hyper-corporate, retro-futuristic galaxy filled with menaces and madmen. Watch as the crews helps space-faring travellers, fends off sabotage, and grows into a found family - one warped mechanic at a time.

Randy Rose
Species: Clone | Occupation: Owner

Naive, sincere, and hopelessly optimistic, Randy runs the Ship-Hole Garage with zero experience and a laminated copy of The 72 Rules of Business Success - which he wrote himself. Legally somewhere between person and property, he’s trying to escape his father’s corporate shadow and build a legacy of his own.

Despite having no real clue how to run a garage, he tackles every disaster with boundless enthusiasm, convinced that determination and luck can outpace know-how and competence. But beneath the cheerful grin is a young man desperate to define himself, terrified he’ll never be more than the clone he was designed to be. The Ship-Hole is his lifeline - the first thing that’s truly his - and the chaotic crew who rely on him are the closest he’s ever had to a family.

Callista “Callie” Sullean
Species: Oculari| Occupation: Assistant Manager

With fourteen sharp eyes and absolutely zero patience, Callie was the psychic, de facto leader who kept the Ship-Hole running on grit, stubbornness, and an alarming amount of tape prior to Randy’s arrival. Overworked and under-rested, she’s now Randy’s reluctant right hand and the crew’s only consistent hope of getting anything done.

Beneath her sarcastic tone and pragmatism lies someone who cares far more than she’ll ever admit about the rotting walls and creaky hinges; the garage a sort of delipidated family heirloom. Her powers make her formidable, but they also make her vital, not just to the team, but to the structure of the building. After all, who else can lift up the roof each time in collapses in?

Gustavo Ulysses Sanchez
Species: Cyborg| Occupation: Intern/Mechanic

A 14-year-old mechanical genius who hasn't told his parents he works here. Part boy, part fishbowl, Gus is built for starship diagnostics – literally. Among the crew, he's the adopted little brother: too sweet to corrupt, too smart to ignore, and just small enough for vent duty.

Prior to his arrival, Gus used to be fully human until a stupid accident soon after he left home left him clinging to life and in desperate need of cybernetic parts. Randy paid for the rebuild without hesitation, insisting Gus owes him nothing - but Gus can’t accept that. He’s working at the Ship-Hole to “pay off” a debt Randy never asked for, and until he can figure out how to tell his parents what really happened. Until then, he only calls home with the camera off.

Krixxx
Species: Royal Zanthekian| Occupation: Security / Muscle

A prince of his species with too many titles and not enough reason to care, Krixxx serves as the Ship-Hole’s security and muscle, a beetle-like enforcer sentenced to community service after some light “misunderstandings.” Aloof, aristocratic, and emotionally repressed, Krixxx just wants to serve his time and maybe avoid being eaten. He treats the garage like a exile camp, constantly reminding everyone he has a throne waiting for him back home.

Unfortunately, due to his durability, royal stature, and the rarity of his kind, Krixxx is in high demand. While he insists he’s only here to work off his sentence and survive the idiots around him; inwardly…. no, that’s about it. This place is a prison and Krixxx wants out.

Herby Zaatar
Species: Vormolite| Occupation: Chef

A blind culinary sage who used to be famous, Herby once cooked for admirals, aristocrats, and the owners of entire galaxies before deciding a quieter life was worth more than the chaos of fame. Now he’s settled down with a family and found peace in the Ship-Hole’s kitchen, treating its malfunctioning stoves and dented pans like sacred instruments - because he knows exactly what they’re capable of.

Warm if erratic, supportive if chaotic, and wildly philosophical about food, Herby is always offering sage advice alongside a bowl of something warm to sooth the soul. He finds renewed purpose (and no shortage of challenge) feeding a crew of cosmic strays - even if, during a protein shortage, he occasionally eyes one of them as the main course.