He could feel their affinity. It was spreading like particles and heat out of the atmosphere of weak star. The people who had died here, their memories still holding on to the crevices between plates, and dangling off supporting beams and hull skeleton, had been averse to him, before he entered Kaldeio. The crew were skeptical from the first moment he'd sprung out of the chest of a Dr. Namein, and greeted them with an energetic face, full of armor and teeth to present the strength in his own design. They were scientists, and still they were appalled by the reveal of a better being. After the fact, walking through their life histories, only magnetic traces now, it was laughable that they'd lived for something they refused to die for.<br/><br/>Zara's physical parts were weary of him, he could tell. But she wasn't so deeply submerged in her biological fear that she wanted to use her weapons on him. There was something else there, something that thrummed with the same song of purpose. She wasn't a hypocrite. She had stayed true to her strengths and picked up things that could kill, and put it on her person. Her job wasn't to read the hieroglyphs of the universe, her undertaking was to keep things alive by killing other things. In that aspect, Zara the soldier was kin. He shared that notion in his eyes when she pricked him, and it let him hold her attention so that he could destroy the sample she'd taken. She'd seen something in the gleam, his own soul, silver bright, before it dissipated into the miniscule red lake on the floor.<br/><br/>He was acting suspicious, as anything Other does. She accepted it well, and in the wake of his feigned pain and the break of the glass that would have told her some of his secrets, she still settled onto the bed where she'd placed him before. The creature molten and woven up in Kaldeio Silverman took part in his vices and urges, and were overwhelmed with how her body pressed against her suit, and strained perfectly over her ass before she placed it to relieve some effort from her strong legs. The male body let the creature taste all manner of chemicals. Addictive.<br/><br/>Had he hurt the people here? He'd not hindered them in their purpose. This planet was set to be lush, and also located conveniently for humans. Out of reach for monkeys, but not so far that they couldn't evolve and make vessels and travel here. They were so much like their makers. And so it had been inevitable for them to come here. The little parts of the creature had been planted around the mountain, to be raised by the minerals and feed off the fauna. While the research team had been invited by design, they had not been welcomed particularly by it inhabitants. The creature had simply done what it was meant to, seeking out their bodies and emulating them. She had drawn his blood for information, harming his skin in the process. This was that, the undoing of a few human, breaking their bones and rending their flesh, so that the Architects could gain some knowledge about the strain they'd set on the fruitful home planet Earth.<br/><br/>But this body was innocent. Kaldeio, as he was, shook his head in the light of the screens. "No. I did not hurt anyone. " The Risk Theorist had been a nuisance to the crew, and they had locked him in a chamber early. Kaldeio had been alright with it, coward and soft handed. They'd thought so little of the man that they decided it was of no consequence to use him as bait to trap the large thing in a exoskeleton coming for them. In the end their lack of humanity had been their downfall. Only Kaldeio's biology was left functioning, even if his decisions were not his own, anymore. The creature had saved Silverman, and Silverman had repaid the favor instantly.<br/><br/>She didn't know that she'd brought her guns and rifle and knives just for him, and expressed as much. Kaldeio smiled at that as he came closer. "Maybe I wanted that." For her guns to be for him. It could be a joke, but the creature was built for combat. It was its purpose to inspire the enemy to draw their weapons. He blinked at what she followed with. Violent being. "I feel like a violent being, sometimes, Zara." it was an understatement, but he'd be making a lot of those to see where that might lead them in conversation. He had a feeling she could relate, so far from home waving her barrels and clips. Her breasts had his attention when she shrugged, like the most enticing wave. From this vantage, standing over her, it felt as though she was inviting him. Kaldeio the man, had always been a little eager. "You protected the alien." the threads in his eyes swam warmly at that, and she took on a better light for the creature looking at her from behind them.<br/><br/>He didn't fight when she commanded him by the reins of his hips. The muscles in his exposed arm, completely free of the prick she'd given him, didn't flex in any opposing way. He was treated to the sight of her breasts, what was available, and the story of the scar. He didn't conceal his interest of both the swells and the mark. Kaldeio was now a rather primal thing, letting her see his approval of her shape, but not overly obsessing. He was still for her further examination, even when the beep preceded the telling of Kaldeio's fate. She wouldn't  be able to read those signs yet.<br/><br/>"You are, though." he assured her. A contradiction. "You're kind enough to put yourself between an alien, nomatter how sweet, and your own." Another smile, softer this time. It was his turn to shrug when she asked him about his temperature. His fingers locked over her hand when she touched his forehead, keeping the touch longer. "I feel great." Complete sincerity in his expression, enhanced by the light in his eyes. "I feel like I could take on the world."<br/><br/>Kaldeio stayed quiet where he sat, watching her go about the blood. He really like her physical design, and thought she moved well, even when squatted. More of that butt that had been so comfortable on his bed. When she handled the glass he couldn't help it, and told the threads that contained parts of him to seek her out. The result would be very much like a nick from the glass. While she looked over the growing red pearl he afforded himself another empty smile from the creature inside. Her fear was intoxicating as she fretted about.<br/><br/>He was by her in an instant. There was a warrior in him, and it was already mixing with her blood, causing affinity where there had been caution. If she turned for the new proximity, he'd catch her hand with the wounded finger, and repeat to her. "We can worry about the blood later." A small smile, perfect features taking on some dark amusement as it watched her from this null distance. His thumb pressed down on the tip of her bleeding finger. If she reached for her gun, he'd slap his hand over hers to keep it against the side of her weapon, on her leg, without letting her draw it, but if she was taken by this new intimacy, he'd easily hoist her up with his free hand, setting her down sitting on the counter.<br/><br/>"Crosscontamination." he mused, a dark couple of bubbles popping in his throat of the long word, delighted to be speaking it. He looked her in the eye while the hand not holding her bleeding digit rummaged through a drawer to the side. "To us it's contamination, but to the pathogen it's closer to cross pollination, right?" Laughter was implied with his breath, but not expelled with it. He found a medical wrap and stuck the end of the roll into his mouth, powerful teeth pulling out and clipping a piece off. "It's how life develops. It's how we become stronger." he said and quickly patched her finger up. "Besides." he pushed against her legs, to see if they'd part out of practicality to let him closer. "You don't have an antidote for me. If I was something malicious, you'd already be afflicted." he nodded at that logic. "You wanted my blood and now you have it."<br/><br/>He was strong, there was more strength in his bones than Kaldeio had ever owned, but he would let her go if she struggled as more than as a courtesy to her own modesty. "How does it feel? Do you feel cold?" he pinched the zipper she'd lowered before, while he still gripped her other hand. "Or are you warmer?" The little silver things were finding a home in her, and their expended energy would translate at first as the beginning of a fever temperature.