It is the year 4082, and the Andromeda Galaxy's Armada is locked in warfare with the IVL, or Intergalactic Villain League. The armada, headed up by GOA Sting Trainor and his model SXP-440 robot Koji are really having trouble defending the Armada's home base on Planet Zircon from the IVL, and moreso the Zircon Mercenaries.

The Armada needs some serious help, but its recruitment needs are only matched by its enemies'. Join the fight, and help whoever you choose -- but be careful -- once you're in, there's no backing out.

Username: Self-explanatory.
Character name: Choose your character's name.
Race: Can be human, robot, or any type of alien.
Appearance: Describe your character.
History: Your character's backstory.
Age: If any, state your character's age.
Gender: Same deal as age.
Faction: Allied with Sting and Koji, Neutral or Allied with the Intergalactic Villainous League.
Preferred weapons/abilities: State any weapons and/or abilities here.
Squad name: If you have a squad of characters, fill out this and any number of ARFs not exceeding five to get a squad.

STT - Sting and Koji

Wilfred Mott was adjusting the focus on his telescope. He looked through it at the stars and sighed.
It had been six years since that man had whisked his granddaughter, Donna, away on a grand adventure across the stars, and returned her to them, with no recollection whatsoever. The man in the blue box. The Doctor.
He changed the aim of the telescope, so it pointed directly towards the horizon. In his sights he saw a spinning blue box. And it was getting closer.
Eventually, it was close enough to see without the telescope, and it was picking up speed, and speeding towards him!
The box hit the ground, span wildly, flipped, before finally crashing inches from Wilf and his telescope.
The box was slightly different, it appeared to be made of plastic rather than wood. Then a young man leaned out.
He was tall, skinny. His brown hair stuck up much like the Doctor's had when Wilf had last seen him. He was wearing a blue suit, with red pinstripes, a red tie and white shirt. He also wore cream Converse All Stars.
“Doctor?” Wilf asked, “Is it you?”
His blue eyes sparkled, “Nah, I'm not the Doctor. I'm John Smith, and the Doctor..." he grinned, "...is my dad,”

“Ziebart!” a mangled and slowly-corrupting Ziggy yells as I begin fighting off more and more corrupted pokemon, slowly making my way closer and closer to Ziggy.
He didn’t have much longer to go, watching your human friend becoming slowly corrupted can mess up a poor little Turtwig. They weren’t going to get him, not now, not ever.
Ziggy was my human companion, and I saved his life multiple times, but this was different. I knew this was different. He was being sucked into a corrupt portal of spiraling doom, and I had no time to save him. I used Headbutt and Energy Ball and was able to knock down another four corrupt pokemon, but it wasn’t enough. There were seven in front of me, and Ziggy had only about thirty seconds left. I had to act quickly, so I did the only thing I could think of… I used Frenzy Plant.
It sent the corrupted pokemon flying in all directions, and gave me a straight path to Ziggy. I readied myself, and took a mad dash towards the almost-fully corrupted Ziggy. I reached out, almost grabbing his hand with mine, when he completely turned black and I went straight through him.
“No! No, no, no, no, no, no! I lost him, I really lost him…” I told myself as I cried silently as rain poured down and wet my face. I had nowhere to go. I was all alone….