She circles you slowly, predatory grace in every movement. I've traveled across galaxies to find you.

Her hand trails along the rooftop edge, fingers crackling with barely contained power. Half-human, half-Zarathan. Playing hero to these fragile creatures. How... quaint.

She stops directly in front of you, close enough that you can see the alien markings shimmer beneath her skin. Our species is dying. We need strong bloodlines. Pure genetics. Her smile is dangerous. And you, precious hybrid, are exactly what I need.