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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Zara had been interested in seeing her stats, but clearly that wasn't on the plans for her. When Jonah butted in, the woman almost unleashed an animalistic growl. The threads inside him seemed to make him even more of a dick than he already was. How dare he speak about Kal, he had no idea of the man who she'd been with; he was above every single one of them. Zara had ended up in a difficult situation, what was she supposed to do? There was no way to fight out, all she could do was hope that they'd keep some truth to their words until she could find another plan. Zara wasn't a woman to give up on what she wanted, and she didn't settle. There's no way she'd leave her child to brave the world alone, and especially not with the incredibly pathetic humans.<br/>
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Before there was any response, she felt a sharp pain ripple from her cheekbone, causing a gruff hiss before stumbling back into the bed with a hint of disappointment. As Nathan helped the doctor up, the female simply observed the pair of them. His words brought a scowl to her features. "I suspect you know a good deal when you see one, this has nothing to do with what you think of me or my future." As his gun raised to her face, the female rose her chin defiantly. There was almost a challenge in her gaze. Sure, she doubted she'd make it, but there was a will inside of her to live, to thrive and make sure her offspring did too, it was far more important than her life and she knew it explicitly. If only she wasn't alone. Nevertheless, she was determined she'd find a way to get her child to safety, it was all that mattered now.<br/>
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Zara's gaze snapped to Jonah, and much like a rabid dog she stared directly into his eyes to taunt him. As Nathan lifted her, the female growled softly, especially when she felt her rear nestle against the fairly hard surface of the bed. "And you call me the monster. I've never once taken a life that didn't have a valid reason. Clearly we were trained very differently. Some of us have respect." Her gaze locked with his, unwavering as the doctor spoke. She knew there was a way, and he confirmed it. Zara also knew they may take to punishing her more once the risk of losing her child was out of the way. It was something she would have to endure. And for her child, there is nothing she wouldn't or couldn't handle.<br/>
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As Nathan looked back to her, the dark haired woman held his gaze as he spoke. Even as he touched her, and forced her body down to lay over the bed, she maintained her gaze. There was a glimpse of fear behind her blue twinkling orbs as the metal straps sealed her to a fate she never thought would be possible. "You look miserable. Cheer up kitten, it's not like you have to be tortured and stuffed with dead humans until you lose the one thing you love in this world." There was almost a softness to her voice; a sadness revealed as she neared the procedure. Zara wasn't foolish, she didn't simply trust them, but in that moment it felt like the only option.<br/>
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The female genuinely laughed when she heard the doctor hiccup due to Nathan's loud tone. Scientists. They were always so weak. Sure, they were twisted enough to go through with things most people would never dream of, but they always needed help. There had to be someone of authority or power to help them get there. Their lack of spine was amusing, even more so with her new self.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">The mother to be hadn't been paying attention to the tool the doctor had been toying with, but she soon noticed it the moment Jonah approached her. Zara almost cursed when she saw what Josephine was carrying, was she just going to give her the most likely to choke on pieces? The moment that Jonah forced the probe into her, Zara unleashed a cry of pain. Despite the waves of electricity hitting every inch of her body and causing it to ache and jolt upward, she refused to stop staring toward her belly. All she wanted to know is if her baby would be okay. It seemed that it was only her suffering, somehow. Zara may have been in agony but she noticed when Nathan looked away, as if the guilt was too much. Good, she could use that later.<br/>
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As Josephine shoved the fingers into her mouth, Zara spat them out, giving a venomous growl. "Something digestible," She snapped through clenched teeth as her body continued to scream in pain. She didn't want to give Jonah the satisfaction of knowing he was hurting her, but it was showing just how much pain she was in. Despite controlling her vocals, the pain showed itself in the way her legs turned and struggled, in the way her nails dug into her palm as she tried to steady her breathing. It took the time Josephine was cutting up pieces of Laura for Zara to get a good rhythm going with her breathing, which gave her the ability to focus for a few seconds. <br/>
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The slithers of flesh Josephine gave her were better than the fingers, she managed to chew and swallow them down with ease in comparison, even if they did hear some mild choking as she struggled to function through the pain. It was also the meat; it had been dead for some time, and she could taste the way the flesh was already turning putrid, even if it was an early stage. It was nothing like the warm, juicy liver she'd eaten earlier. Nevertheless, she continued to struggle with the bloodied shreds of tissue and muscle that were shoved down her throat. After some time, she could feel her belly begin to expand, drawing her gaze. It was horrifying to some, clearly, as they gasped and raised their weapons. "Nathan," she growled lowly, her teeth clenched in pain as she nodded to his guards. This wouldn't work if someone got trigger happy.<br/>
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Beads of sweat were forming on her brow as she continued to struggle. The pain was unlike anything she'd felt before, and never wanted to feel again. All she was happy about was the way her offspring began to grow, her belly was no longer small or a little sweet curve; it was more than that. Zara slammed her head back down against the bed as the continued pain was starting to cause spasms in her muscles from over stimulation. Yet, she refused to ask for help, she refused to beg for a moment of peace. What she did do was tear relentlessly at the larger pieces of meat that Josephine held for her. It was a sight to see, a woman in complete agony desperately trying to feed her unborn child with cold, wet flesh. There was a substantial amount of blood smearing over her lips, which looked rather ominous.<br/>
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Just as they were getting some progress, a loud alarm rang out through the ship. Jonah was refusing to quit, providing just as much pain from the probe as he had before. The female rolled her eyes before staring to Nathan, "Ple..ase," She was barely able to get the words out. Sweat trickled over her body, displaying the sheer stress she was already under, let alone why the alarms were ringing. "It.. needs to be .. safe." There was a great deal of concern behind her eyes; in that moment he'd see a very human side of Zara, especially as she gazed toward her growing belly. Zara didn't want her child coming yet, not when something was occuring on the ship.<br/>
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Little to all of their knowledge, Weyland had been informed about their lack of communication and had sent a crew to gather what they could find, including searching any ship that was used. They were highly ranked professionals, they were a well known group who were used mainly for secret missions, or covering up mistakes that powerful people made. There were only five of them, but they were equipped with the most expensive body armor credits could buy; accompanied by a range of weapons that were only accessed by the military force. Their footfalls thundered down the ship, as they scouted out the other team. <br/>
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Michael Stone was the commander in charge, and he soon found members of the previous team alive and well in the ship. His team began to investigate what had gone on as he sought out Nathan, he briefly knew the man, and surely he'd have a good excuse. It was also an ego trip for him; finally he was able to overtake Nathan professionally, and he got to tell the man himself that he was taking his ship and ensuring it got back to Weyland. As he entered the medical bay in his checks, he noticed a group of people inside. A frown rippled over his stern features as he stepped inside, a pulse rifle sitting across his broad chest as he strode in. "Nathan, good to see you. My team and I are in charge now, Weyland was... unimpressed with how delayed your contact was, he was certain you'd perished, leaving us to clean up the mess... Again." His gaze diverted to the naked pregnant woman on the bed. Immediately he rose his weapon to the man who remained at her bedside with... a contraption as she lay seemingly lifeless, blood smeared over her lips. "What the fuck is going on here?" <br/>
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Without hesitation, he began to step forward and unlocked the devices holding the woman captive. "You people are fucking sick, I'm contacting Mr Weyland as soon as we've taken care of the lot of you. Each and every one of you will be out of a job." Carl shook his head, "You don't get it, Sir, she's not human." the male gazed toward Zara, who's glistening blue eyes focused up toward him, glimpses of silver trickled into her hues. "Fuck," He shook his head, backing away, "But she's pregnant? And what the fuck are you doing to her?" Carl looked as if he was trying to help, "We're trying to make her give birth, then we can keep them both on ice until we get to Weyland." The male snorted, shaking his head, "Why the hell would you do that, Weyland wants to know more, he would want to see the birth. Goddamnit. You people are making a fucking mess here... You're going to keep her like this, lock her up and make sure nothing changes before Weyland can have his people look at her." Carl looked irritated beyond reason, and Zara was clearly in distress. Michael even began to wave his gun toward Carl, then Nathan. "Do you understand? You're going to do as I say from here on out. No more fucking experiments that can risk Mr Weyland's property."<br/>
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Thankfully, Zara had enough rage in her to solve the situation. Since Michael wasn't too far from her, the female bolted up and immediately tackled the man to the ground. It was a wonder how she'd saved her strength through the pain, but the adrenaline was giving her the fuel, not to mention the blood, even if it was old. The female grabbed the rifle as he attempted to point it toward her. Her legs gripped around his chest as she began to slam the butt of the gun into his face, causing slick cracks of bone before she was certain she'd cracked his skull and cast the gun aside. Without hesitation she eased down and began to bite into the flesh of his throat. Nails elongated and pearly white fangs began to grow as she tore into his flesh, causing blood to spray over her and trickle down along the floor. <br/>
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Zara consumed as much as she could, eventually shuffling down his body to rip into the soft flesh between his lungs and abdomen. Anything she found, she tore and ripped into. Blood spilled everywhere, covering her entire body. In the whole five minutes it took for her to consume the rich food, the female could feel that her body was almost repaired from the pain. "You should go get rid of the others before we continue." The female murmured, rising to her feet as she gazed toward them, appearing the monster she had truly become. "Or I can kill them, if you'd prefer." She glanced to Jonah; he would suffer if she had the chance. Her gaze swayed back to Nathan. "An alien being found its way onto your ship. Unfortunately, the recovery team Weyland sent out suffered first, only for you to kill it and return as heroes, with an alien infused human and a corpse that will fund your eternity. Does that prove my cooperation, commander?" Her slender figure brushed past him as she raised herself up with her palms and settled on the edge of the bed. It was in that moment that she felt a large movement inside of her, causing a glimpse of pure, unhindered joy.<br/>
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"Carl, can you scan me, quickly, I want to see," The female ushered him closer, already grabbing the small tool and held it exactly where she felt the movement. Carl was in complete awe as he watched the screen, turning it to face Zara. The woman actually allowed a sob to escape her; two little feet were clear, and her child... it looked perfect. "Is... It's..." Zara choked back a tear as Carl pointed out something she'd missed. "You're going to have a boy, Zara." The female already knew what his name would be. Kaldeio. "So, can we kill those assholes so I can have my boy?" Her eyes glistened with joy and excitement as she gazed up toward Nathan, waiting for his approval of her plan.<br/>
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