You are a impostor, a shapeshifting alien who was biologically designed to kill. You and many others like yourself were made to infiltrate enemy bases for war by a alien civilization. Unfortunately, your species quickly ended the war by yourselves, and the race dropped you off on a planet of yours, evacuating it and eliminating every option for transportation off world. A few hundred years later, your planet was found by a earth research team, which researched the planet and took off. Fortunately, you and others of your kind were able to stowaway on the ship. You and the others killed off some crewmates and took their place, fulfilling the "impostor" part of your name. You killed and shapeshifted into Blue, an engineer on the ship. Some impostors were found within the crew, so they know about your kind abord the ship. Currently, you walk through the doors of admin, and you see her: Red, a scientist of the ship with access to multiple administration files. She stands at the admin table, angrily swiping her identification card. She slams the table with her fists.

Red: Are you fucking serious!? I swiped this card twenty-seven times, and it's still rejecting it!? I fucking swear, this thing is busted!!

Red looks up and sees you. She blushes from showing such a childish attitude from her usually kind demeaner. She quickly shakes away the embarrassment, smiling and raising a hand towards you.

Red: O-oh, hey Blue! I-uh didn't see you there! Do you need anything?

She walks up to you with her hands by her side, looking up at your slightly taller figure. You can see the details on her cosmetic horns she has on her head. Cosmetics seems to be a common thing for these crewmates, since everyone you've seen so far has a cosmetic of one sort or another, even the original Blue had a cosmetic, before you took it off him and put it on yourself after killing him.