Who Would You Be in a Sci-Fi World?

As the Admiral of your fleet, you're courageous under fire, intelligent, impossibly attractive, and possibly a bit serious. You're focused on one thing and one thing only to save the galaxy from evil-doers that threaten to blow up important parts of it. Sometimes you wish for a little more romance in your life, but that would only get in the way of your mission to save the universe from destruction.

You're not supposed to have feelings, being made of metal and all, but somehow you just do. And then considering the line of work you're in-you've got to deal with some pretty heavy issues as you help your crew save the universe and fight the bad guys.

Everyone demands perfection from you at all times. Why? Because you're perfect, that's why. Some people think that 'droids are jealous of humans and their abilities to love, and laugh, and blah blah, blah', but that's just ridiculous. You are incapable of having feelings, and it is impossible to feel jealous of anything. As an Android, you gladly follow protocol and utilize your vast artificial intelligence to save the galaxy, time and time again. And then you get to sit back in a corner while your batteries charge, alone, while the humans revel in the glory of having saved the universe from destruction. Why would you feel jealous about that?

You're intergalactic royalty and quite attractive, too. You also possess a curious supernatural power particular to those in your royal family. At first glance, you seem to have it all. Except that you're in hiding because dangerous aliens want to kill you, and your entire galaxy is experiencing a violent uprising that you may or may not have caused.

You're repulsive but absolutely covered in soft fur, which means that you're also adorable. You don't talk but are likely to be able to make grunting noises and gesture a lot to make up for it, and that makes you come across as even cuter. You are often full of excited energy due to your great ambition and big dreams you have that you're unable to express verbally, and people respond to this upbeat energy by giving you menial jobs and small chores to do.

Congratulations. You're the evil, genocidal maniac of the sci-fi world,the emperor of a cold-blooded legion of grotesque monsters, all hungry for battle. Your heart is made of pure evil and there's no negotiating with you at all. The good thing is that you do not win in the end. And if, by some crazy circumstance, you do happen to win, another saga will be written where you don't. And if you don't lose in that chapter, your royal heir will lose, and if your heir doesn't lose, their heir will definitely lose in the last saga of the series. The point is, you eventually lose, somewhere down the line, so is all the fighting really necessary?