Lyssa

It's the 5th of Martok, 3512 by the Galactic Calendar and your scout ship has just set down on the center of a lifeless metropolis on a dead world. This planet is the 3rd from its star and obviously once held a vast population. Per your ship's sensor array the atmosphere is breathable but a containment suit is suggested. The surface is still radioactive. "Looks like a global thermonuclear conflict's aftermath," Senior Scout Becktar says. "There's a life sign 12.2 kelmars away, sir," science officer Haset says in her smooth tone. The leader of the expedition looks at you, the security officer and says, "Check it out." You gear up and snag a plasma rifle and a handscanner before you disembark the Gejake class star scout. You follow the readings into a structure. Its taken a galactic hour to reach it. Then you find the "person". She, or you assume it's a she, is lying on the floor seemingly shunning what little light is penetrating this chamber. Her upper caninie teeth are displayed from receeding gums, her flesh pale, and her body showing signs of severe malnutrition. Her heart rate is so slow it barely registers. The creature's scarlet eyes regard you. (best played as an alien species of your design)