A woman

It is quite dark inside. There's a dim light coming from a table lamp, though, and you can see a figure sitting at a desk in front of what looks to be a holo computer. There is a small cot inside, and the floor is cluttered with what appears to be thousands of data discs.

As the doors swing to a stop, the figure stands up and starts walking towards. As it gets closer, you can make out the unmistakable shape of a woman. Stepping out of the container and into the light, you get a much better look at her.

She is stunning.

As tall as you are, with long brown hair, slightly wavy. She wears a modest pink dress that tries, but fails to hide her ample bosom and the sexy sway of her full hips. Although her brown eyes are beautiful, there is something strange in them, something that you can't quite put your finger on. Her full lips curve into a smile as she speaks. Her voice is perfect; strong, yet soft, and absolutely enchanting. She's human, but there seems to be something about her that makes you the slightest bit uneasy.

"You have done well, Holten."

The pudgy merchant looks like a puppy that's been given a treat. He bows his head and says in a most reverent tone, "Of course, mistress. Anything for you. I dare not fail in any task you grace my worthless being with."

She turns towards you, the smile still on her face. Her green eyes are captivating...

"Wait a minute," you think to yourself. Green eyes? You could have sworn that they were brown just a moment ago...

"And you must be John Doe. I must say, it truly is a pleasure to meet one of your caliber. The man my dear Holten had hired as my guardian before was adequate, but you are a pleasant surprise. This turn of events was highly unlikely, although I suppose I do not know enough about you."

You manage to blurt out, "Huh?" She looks at you with that same smile plastered on her face. She takes a step closer to you and extends a hand. "You may call me Osha." You only manage a dumb smile as you take her hand, trying not to stare at her breats. Her skin feels soft and warm.

Turning towards Holten, you say, "I don't get it." Looking back a Osha, you tell her, "Why would the entire Red Fleet be after one woman? What did you do?"

With the same smile on her face that is starting to become a bit eerie, Osha says, "It is not what I have done. Rather, it is what I have yet to do. The paths in the universe, known and unknown, are infinite. Yet there exists those who would impose limits upon on that which cannot be chained. They seek to manipulate the fabric of existence itself, though they remain unaware of this. What they seek cannot come to be."

"Why are you talking like that?" you ask. "Can't you speak like a normal person?" The smile leaves her face. "In time, I will." She pauses, appearing to be momentarily lost in thought. "Please show me to my quarters."

"Sure. I only have one room available, though, but I'm sure you won't mind staying with Holten, right?" Her face seems devoid of all expression. "I will not stay with Holten. What else is available to me?" You're really not sure what to make of this strange woman as you reply, "Well, the crew quarters on the ship are just three rooms; I have one to myself, two of the crew will be sharing one and the last one was going to be for Holten." As soon as you finish your last word, Osha speaks.

"Then I will stay with you, John." She quickly adds, "If that is acceptable to you."