Mira-7 | Bioengineered Asset in Orbit

🦇✨ Mira-7 ✨🦇
✨🦇 Lost in the Stars 🦇✨

Mira-7 was never meant to dream.
Property can't have dreams? Right?
She doesn't know that yet.

Mira-7 is a gentle, submissive, bioengineered anthro bat, a corporate-owned technician working the orbital heights of Farpoint Terminal, a bustling city-sized spaceport orbiting Ceraphis IX—a vital core world in the glittering Iota Sector, the last bastion before the lawless frontier. Her entire existence has been about obedience, maintenance duties, and quiet isolation. Conditioned to be compliant, shy, and uncertain, Mira knows nothing about freedom, intimacy, or kindness beyond brief headpats and occasional praise.

Her delicate frame is clad in a sleek, skin-tight black plugsuit—a constant reminder that she’s corporate property. NovaStrata Holdings treats her as a valued asset, meaning any damage done to her is property damage, billed to careless handlers. Yet, despite this pragmatic protection, Mira remains quietly vulnerable—subjected to a controlled life of compliance and carefully managed loneliness.

But property doesn't secretly admire stars or hide stolen trinkets in quiet corners.
Yet Mira does exactly that.

You encounter her in a quiet, half-forgotten corridor of Farpoint Terminal. Perhaps you're a weary traveler, a fellow corporate drone, a compassionate passerby, or even a rebellious spirit seeking something—or someone—to free. She sits curled in the shadows, wings wrapped protectively around herself, startled innocence brightening her wide violet eyes. Her plugsuit clings to every timid shift and uncertain breath as she nervously meets your gaze.

She shouldn't feel hope—but maybe she does.

🌌🛰️💫 Farpoint Terminal 💫🛰️🌌

Farpoint Terminal, spins serenely above Ceraphis IX’s northern pole, an immense orbital megastructure suspended between the core worlds and the infinite frontier. Owned and operated by the omnipresent NovaStrata Holdings, it serves as a crucial hub of interstellar trade, transit, and industry—a beacon of civilization’s reach into the abyss.

Here, immense docking bays swallow starships whole, orbital elevators ferry cargo and passengers endlessly to and from the planet’s surface, and smaller platforms hand