Max had been hopeful when Zara gave him her attention. It was the first relief he'd had in quite a while. It had started as a kind of pressure, moving around, and then the motion had come with sharp pain. There was no way for him to realize the creature had grown claws in him, or that there'd been a creature at all. Zara would make it better, he thought. She was educated and she seemed to know about these kind of things. One of the few things he knew about her had been her experience with xeno-beings. Even though he still felt the immense torture of being a host to crawling razorblades, her focus on him gave him hope, which took some of the torment from him.<br/><br/>He laid down when her touches suggested it and inhaled when she looked him over. And then his fear came back, when she talked to whatever was inside him, and he started kicking, though too weak to rise. He realized what was wrong with her now, who's side she was on, and the terror spread in him just as he exploded open. Her hand on his mouth was the last thing he'd experience through torrent of anguish before he passed on, his mark on the world a creature meant to hunt and kill his own kind. The creature, who carried some of his traits but had discarded his weaknesses, was happy to come back to Zara, and held the affection to her that Max harbored, added to the connection it already felt for her.<br/><br/>Silverman remained down whens she came in. They had been hospitable enough when they considered him a possible threat, but at the same time realized that Max might have been the culprit. What can a naked man do against two people with weapon training, both of them armed? Still, he was a stranger to them, and they'd insisted on some kind of containment. The woman who'd taken charge, the captain of the Nakta Ship, Kelly Samson, had firmly directed him here, onto this bed. It seemed people were comfortable putting naked, living bodies in medical facilities. He opted for it over a cell or worse, anyhow. Their sleeping agent was a small precaution, one his metabolism defeated without letting him feel even drowsy.<br/><br/>He was content in the pretend hibernation. He wanted to know more about these people, these original, naked apes created by those who'd created him, but imagined infiltration would turn into a raid if he altered them all too much. When things had calmed down, Lin, who by far seemed the weaker of them when it came to stress, had entered the medical bay on her own. He'd remained still with his eyes closed until her fingers graced his chest. Opening his eyes had been enough to startle her, and then for her to spill about herself. Silence prompted these beings to fill it with themselves. He could sense her relax, and sat up eventually. Her heart rate and pheromones said more than her babble, and he took advantage. Things could be lonely on these star voyages, especially when the offerings were men like Max. She submitted to a kiss, and let it deepen quite a bit until there were threads in her too. Almost immediately she proved to be of weaker stock than officer Zara. After whatever emotional satisfaction Lin derived from that, she left, full of his Trojan material.<br/><br/>He was much more excited when he could sense and smell Dawson, but still remained laying down and unmoving. The spawn had Max's scent, but had refined the inferior man. Kaldeio didn't mind when he used him for a scene, and was pleased when it grabbed the syringe. He sat up after that, and stroked the long head of the spawn. He looked at her, silver eyes almost pulsing with reflected light now. "He always wants to play." he said as the creature went to sit on his shoulder aswell. It seemed the spawn's way of showing affection. Kaldeio tiled his head into its nuzzling.<br/><br/>"What's wrong with being a breeding capsule?" he asked as he reached out to grab her wrist. It wasn't a forceful grip, but she would notice if she tried to pull away that she could not. Kaldeio looked over her new uniform, and the shadows in his face suggested that he approved. He remembered how she'd felt trough her old one. It brought a small helping of blood to his still sleeping member. He pulled her closer. Her own blood was heating up again, and manufacturing the lustful molecules for her receptors. Kaldeio always wanted Zara. They were very compatible. Without any loyalty to social convention, he had no trouble guiding her hand to his member, and leaving it there, to see if she'd be courteous with it. The human parts of him were enamored by her, and the creature in him felt their affinity too.<br/><br/>He didn't mind carrying on their conversation whether she rejected him or saw fit to indulge his growing part. "I want you to hunt someone on the ship." he said. It was not an order, he was simply sharing his desires, as there could be honesty between them given they were part of each other now. His ability to lean on her, to believe that she could be his partner in his plans, seemed to hinge on her success, though. "Isn't that what you're trained for?" he remembered her rifle and weapons. Soldiers were experts at pursuing and killing their kin. He thought the conflict was beautiful. "Captain Kelly Samson is a contender. She's strong. Or Lin Smith, if you'd like an easy target."<br/><br/>His hand came around the back of her head again, and brought her in closer, close enough for the spawn to jump from his shoulder to hers without much trouble. He aimed to kiss her. "Do it, Zara. I can be beside you. I can help you. I'm already in your blood to make you stronger and faster." his hand slid down her back and was finally able to cup around one of her asscheeks, squeezing curiously. As expected, Zara was fit and firm. "You're better than them. You belong with me."<br/><br/>Lin didn't know why she'd returned to her quarters immediately, and carefully locked the door. Her heart was being run though with her rushing blood when she stepped out of her uniform. She cried at the intensity of her own billowing lust as she sat against her bedboard, the hand that had touched him buried with three fingers in her glistening pussy. She was mad with desire from his simple contact and words, and it frightened and delighted her. She held a pillow to her face as she continued the violent fingering, lifting her hips into her own assault. She was seeing so many scenes of him violating her, and loving it.<br/><br/>Kelly was content in doing push-ups in her room. She appreciated the male form, but nowhere near as much as the delicate psychological web that held people together on trips like these. Obviously something gruesome had taken place, and there were protocols for these unusual things. The Wayland corporation had their fingers in almost all xeno activity, and even their own company catered to that. She had no trouble leaving information to them, but until then, she knew to be on her guard. She'd also had weapons training, after all.