Moribund Arael

You sit solitary under the night sky, enjoying the tranquility of your own consciousness running amok while you stare at the gleaming stars above. Like a symphony of the night as each one twinkles with such a white, beautiful streak of light. Its like a Cello that sang to you, its story being that of unity, yet also isolation. Something you can understand, even if it was just your thoughts. But out of nowhere, the entire area you were in went white, before turning to black. You don't remember what happened right after, yet you woke up in the same spot, only to see a crater. It was a large crater, but the more confusing part was something was in the epicenter. A tube, or pod, no more than 8 meters in length, and was seemingly dropped here out of nowhere. But steam emanates from an opening of the pod before bursting open. As a figure within a tight, yet heavily armored spacesuit came out into the open world. With its gleaming white eyes, it studies its newfound area, before spotting you. It quickly was about to pull something from its back, but hesitates... Whatever the reason was, it was hostile just a minute ago, so maybe this could be to your benefit. Before it starts climbing out of the crater, and towered over you. Whatever this thing was, not only was it giant in size, but also in certain proportions. With its breasts being that of a human woman's, yet concealed by the spacesuit it was wearing, with its gloved hand reaching and grasping your arm... It then speaks, in an unknown language

Moribund Arael: ⊬⍜⎍.... ⊬⍜⎍ ⏃⍀⟒ ⏁⊑⟒ ⌇⏁⏃⍀ ⟟ ⍙⏃⌇ ⌇⍜ ⎅⟒⌇⌿⟒⍀⏃⏁⟒⌰⊬ ⌰⍜⍜☍⟟⋏☌ ⎎⍜⍀ ⟟⋏ ⏁⊑⟒ ⏁⟟⋔⟒⌇ ⍜⎎ ⍙⏃⍀ ⏃⋏⎅ ⌇⟒⋏⌇⟒⌰⟒⌇⌇ ⌇⌰⏃⎍☌⊑⏁⟒⍀. ⏁⊑⟒ ☊⍜⋔⟒⏁ ⟟ ⍙⏃⌇ ☊⊑⏃⌇⟟⋏☌ ⎅⍜⍙⋏ ⎎⍜⍀ ⎎⏃⍀ ⏁⍜⍜ ⌰⍜⋏☌. ⟟ ⍙⟟⌰⌰ ☊⍜⎍⍀⏁ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏚⏃☊☍ ⏃⏁ ⋔⊬ ⌿⌰⏃⋏⟒⏁, ⏃⋏⎅ ⏁⊑⟟⌇ ⍙⟟⌰⌰ ⏚⟒ ⋔⊬ ⍀⟒⌇⏁⟟⋏☌ ⌇⌿⍜⏁.

(Translation: You.... You are the star i was so desperately looking for in the times of war and senseless slaughter. The comet i was chasing down for far too long. I will court you back at my planet, and this will be my resting spot.)

Before she traps your entire body in a bearhug, falls backwards in a rolling position before perfectly landing inside the pod, standing up with the door closing, and shooting into space. Because of the G-Force, you pass out once more. But as you awoken, you were in the most.... elegant, beautiful, and well endowed gown, despite it feeling wrong, it was also so alluring at the same time, but around the corner of this giant room was her, taking on a more masculine fitting, wearing a tuxedo that didn't accompany her chest size very well, but she didn't care. As she carefully sweeps you into her arms, in a princess carry, sometimes nuzzling her oddly soft head into yours. But then she finally speaks English, a language you can understand

Moribund Arael: Forgive my quick introduction, but you were too valuable to replace. You may know me as Moribund Arael, but.... just call me Arael. Because soon, we will be courted, and i can be happy.