It’s 2030 and the US Space Force has become the dominant force. With drones, super space carriers, and small fighter ships, the Force is capable of wiping out entire nations in a moment.

However, there is a problem. A commander of the Force has fled into deep space with his collection of kidnapped Suicide Girls, threatening to make them watch Star Trek over and over until they stroke his ego...or his benis. Aboard his stolen ship, the USS Shutup, he has stocked fifty years worth of prime soylent and Beyond Meat products. Time is of the essence to find this commander, save the women, and destroy the soy ship.

In desperation the Force turns to the only man known to instill fear into the heart of the rogue commander. A master of spaceshit craft. A man who, with his robotic dog, can journey into the reaches of space in the hunt for the commander, pinging all empty spaces with his radar.

The Force selects for this master a crew of hunky men, all sexually active and ready to go at all times. They stock the craft with alcohol and tuna sandwiches, the only food the master requests.

The ship that will be used on the hunt was laid down in Denmark and the master is given the option of naming it, as well as selecting the figurehead to go atop the magnificent spectacle of engineering.

He names it the USS LEGO. And mounts a crying LEGO child to the front, spray painting on its forward “Crusher.”

The Force is nervous but they wish the master well and he sets off in the USS LEGO, hunting for his prey. An epic game of cat and mouse, bussy and tattoo’d gussy, man(?) versus man(???). Master Lawlz will capture his man.

There will of course be battles with space pirates, led by Mike Pence, a man shilling for Big Pizza, and a planet full of MAGAtards. But ultimately this is all about two men:

The Master and Commander.

For context: https://www.reddit.com/r/Drama/comments/bp74ho/ted_cruz_warns_space_force_is_needed_to_battle/enpwphj/?context=3