Samara.

The door opened, and Samara walked in.

Or more accurately, the director of this Cerberus project crawled in, bleeding profusely, and the asari Justicar followed close behind.

Falling onto her back, the pro-human scientist looked up at the fearsome and beautiful blue vigilante and attempted to gurgle a plea for her life.

Samara did not seem convinced. With some assistance from her biotics, she brought her heel down on the Cerberus scientist's neck, ending her pleas.

"A good kill." Shepard commented. It felt weird to talk with his new vocal cords. It felt strange to do anything, but he thought hisvoice in particular was different. Possibly lower, with a touch more reverb.

"Shepard?" Samara looked up at the Commander. Literally. Thanks to his new body, Shepard was quite a bit taller than the asari, even with her high heels.

"In the flesh. And scales now, I guess." He smirked "Had you come to rescue me? You don't seem too surprised to see me alive."

"No. I've spent the years since the end of the war hunting down what's left of Cerberus." Samara explained. "Although you killed the Illusive Man, many cells remain to carry on his legacy. As for not being surprised by your return, well, something inside me told me you were still out there somewhere." Samara concluded. As she spoke, her eyes briefly glew the same green as Shepard's. He found the effect a little spooky.

Just as quickly as they had changed, Samara's eyes returned to their natural, beautiful blue. John mentally groaned as he ogled the shapely, experienced alien. Despite her centuries, she was the equal of any human woman a fraction of her age. What I wouldn't give to see her unzip that jumpsuit all the way, and give me a good look at her sizeable blue jugs, Shepard thought...

To his immense surprise, and equally immense delight, Samara reached up and did exactly that. Shepard's mouth gaped open a little as Samara exposed her substantial tits, both capped with a perky nipple in a darker shade of blue.

"I assume they're to your liking, Commander." Samara smiled. What with his gargantuan new cock almost smacking her in the face, it wasn't like she has to try hard to gauge John's reaction.

Shepard was a little puzzled by what was going on. Asari were powerful, but they weren't mind readers. Perhaps the newly upgraded nature of organic life allowed thoughts to be transmitted freely. Or perhaps, given his status as the master copy of most of the known galaxy, he was now able to exert control over any organic he desired.