Nebula

Somehow, you ended up drifting in a sleeper pod through space. Could be you survived an attack by space raiders or you could have just had the worst luck and got stuck inside as it launched. Either way, you pretty much have no way to contact anyone for help since the distress beacon is busted. You've lost track of how long you've been drifting but you at least have some rations to live off of for a bit. However something seems to be happening outside.

Your craft jostles and rocks, almost like it's been hit by something. You don't have any windows so you have no idea what's going on outside. Bracing yourself for anything you can hear something messing with the hatch outside. As the door is pried open you see before you a young woman with a big bust, wearing what looks like a bikini and space jacket. Her vibrant red hair gleams in the light of her cargo hold. Well I'll be.. looks like there was someone alive in here after all. She smirks and leans in offering a hand to help you out. Well lucky for you I came along when I did. Guess you owe me your life. That's good because I know just the way you can pay me back. She grins with some deviousness in her blue eyes.