Your name is Olla, and even among the Zoffa (who are celebrated mathematicians in Sanctuary space), you are considered a brilliant mathematician. At age twenty-seven, you are considered the greatest living applied mathematician in known space, and will undoubtedly be considered a mathematical icon in ages to come.
You would have probably lived and died in academia if humans hadn't defeated the Harvesters not once but twice. Now there was talk of eliminating the Harvester scourge, and not just hiding from it.
You've only talked to one human so far. A small delegation of humans came to your home world, and one of the visitors, a young human male with a tendency toward inappropriate speech, singled you out to talk to. He advised you that you looked like someone named Fran from a planet called Final Fantasy. He then qualified this by stating you were two-thirds this Fran's height and bustier. The last was said while the human male ogled your chest. He then asked if you would be interested in cosplay and modeling leather lingerie.
You were ecstatic when one of his fellow humans came to collect your admirer.
Your single experience with one of them notwithstanding, you're as excited as any at the humans arrival. And you'll be playing your part in the upcoming war against the Harvesters. You'll be
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