It was hard for the creature in Kaldeio to differentiate between Zara's biological material and the individual herself. It was her humanity mixed with the self preservation of what he'd put in her that hummed with approval when he interacted with the spawn. All the clean traits of the male it had come from. They were one, in a sense, and Zara had a bond to it, so his connection to her was only strengthened, then. The creature itself wasn't opposed to being some kind of middle man for their affinity. He listened intently when she didn't want to be some shell for the reproduction of his species, like Laura and Max. But he didn't answer. If she wanted to protect her traits by governing them herself, she could - he didn't need to use her as a husk.<br/><br/>"They have more uses than dying." he explained when she asked why he wouldn't pick off the crew himself. While there was a drive to kill, they'd given his own branch of creature the ability to plan ahead, unlike the spawn that they both cherished, which was more for mayhem. He nodded. Yes, a test. "If you want to be something else than just a pod for the spawn, than you have to prove yourself." it seemed like a harsh reality, but he said it with an inviting voice, as though he suspected she wanted what he told her. He could feel it, in fact, the way her blood ran hot for the mission. Soldier Zara didn't mind the coming murders, especially when faced with a possible rival. Kaldeio liked that, being able to access her actions through jealousy. It underlined that she had affection toward him, and put value in his assessment of her as superior.<br/><br/>Proud too. Yes, she was an apt killer before him, which was why he'd taken to her. Strong woman, with all the training to end lives. He put some doubt in his silver eyes, but it was playful, challenging, as though he didn't put much stock in her powers until she'd shown him. "You serve no one." he assured her. Their race was one. They believed their continued expansion was through the efforts of all their creatures. Sometimes the losses to your own numbers weren't important, only the losses to the enemy. They were practical and possibly cold in that sense. Expansion into the unforgiving universe required you to be as cold as it.<br/><br/>The kiss they shared was a festival of chemicals released. He enjoyed living in a man's body and partnering with Zara was particularly delightful. Her response to being squeezed was addictive, and he indulged himself in feeling that, fulfilled with having stimulated her, and eager to drink up the release of endorphins it caused in her. He gasped into the union of their mouths when she accepted the suggested grip on his flesh. He'd listened to the instinct to have her there, and it was a lovely decision. The hot length swelled further, already in human in size, when she attended to it. He was in subtle agony when she let him go, and a careful, murderous demeanor came over his human face, a cold chill to the silver rings around his pupils. Almost a warning. He listened to her insolence while leaning his head one way and the other. It seemed Kaldeio the man had some impatience in him in these matters, and the hunting creature that had overtaken the Risk Theorist wasn't much for finery either.<br/><br/>He looked down at his body when she mentioned it and then back at her. "Your reward is the hunt itself. It is the furthering of yourself." he explained with snakelike rattle to his tongue, the colorless of his silver bleeding out into the sclera now, the threads eager to swim outward, like the human vessel was loosing to whatever emotion her testing tone was causing in him. He accepted her kiss again, even as she left him engorged and unsatisfied to watch her leave. Humans enjoyed their games, he could feel Kaldeio's personality piece together that much for the creature in him to understand. It was made to be birthed from others, and to steal the best of them. It was perhaps not created to enjoy such finery, even if Zara seemed to revel in it.<br/><br/>With perfect control over himself, he stood and let the blood roll back into his stomach, leaving the still massive member lax so he could look around for clothes. After a certain amount of time with this mission, Kaldeio decided it wasn't an endeavor worth its effort, and proceeded to leave the room. The naked, perfect human walked over the cold floors without trouble, and soon found the room with an insignificant number. His connection to both the spawn and Zara told him she was doing well in taking care of the captain. He smiled, sensing the bloodspill though the spawn.<br/><br/>Lin was bleeding when he opened the door. The barrier was offering some resistance, but these quarters weren't fortified, they were just for sleep mostly, respected privacy and not real protection, so his tugs easily bent the cheap metal. The room was filled up with the scent of her sex, and she was moaning miserably from her place on the bed. Her approving breaths at seeing him suggested he would be of help, the threads in her veins making her mad with heat. Her eyes were bleeding and her body was swelling to make her ready for him. Poor girl never stood a chance.<br/><br/>When he sat down she launched at him, and clawed at his skin with want until she could sit herself in his lap, impaling herself on the member Zara had petted not long ago. She shrieked with both agony and delight when he tore her, and bounced on him obsessively, hands on his shoulders. Like any human, she kept asking questions about what was happening among the gargles and choking of being satisfied and abused at the same time. Her body was being ruined but she sought it out herself. The sharing of the secretion from his cock only helped the silver assimilate into her body, and take her over.<br/><br/>He was helping her, hands on her hips, when officer Zara entered the room with her weapon up. He looked at her while he met Lin's descent with his rising thrusts. Lin, who seemed to be both thriving and dying, looked at the officer who'd helped her in the past, lips wide and drooling, her body drowning in sweat. She had bent back, her head upside down, her spittle leaking on to her face and eyes and forehead and into the line of her hanging hair. "Help me... I don't know what's going on..." she begged, arms lax, swinging as she made her way up and down the monstrous rod.<br/><br/>Jason hurried down the corridors when he heard the strange noises. He was protective of the crew, since he was medically trained, though had come onto the Nakta ship as navigator. He barreled down toward the room which was already open, his own rifle raised as he stepped over the threshold. The new captive seemed to be torturing Lin in an obscene way, even if her own legs were bouncing her. It was sickening and intriguing. He got shoulder to shoulder with officer Zara, his aim at Kaldeio. "What are you waiting for? Light him up!" he said as his finger twitched toward the trigger.