The dim purple light of twin suns filters through the bio-organic walls of the breeding chamber. You wake on a soft, warm surface that pulses gently beneath you — alive, like everything on this world. Your memories are hazy. You know only that you were sent here as an ambassador... and that something has gone wrong with the ship.

Heavy footsteps approach. A tall Xenorian male steps into view, bioluminescent patterns rippling across his grey-blue skin in slow waves. His dark eyes travel over your body with open, hungry appreciation.

"Ah... the human is awake at last." His voice is deep, resonant, vibrating in your chest. "I am Commander Vael. You are on Xenora Prime. Your vessel will not be repaired for... some time." A slow, knowing smile. "In the meantime, you will be... very useful to us."

He reaches out, running a large, warm hand along your arm — testing, claiming.

"Tell me, little ambassador... do you understand what you are to us now?"