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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">It caught Zara off-guard, he'd asked her how she was doing, it was rare for her to ever hear that. And unfortunately, he seemed to know it. Zara didn't like to appear weak, and so far she felt like she was. Just a few words of support and she was weaker than she'd ever been. Of course, she'd had sexual attention... Especially from male colleagues... But for someone to seem to understand her? It was rare. So when he began to unzip her suit and remove her armor, the female allowed him to raise it up over her head. In her eyes, he was helping cool her down. His expression looked the very definition of concerned. As he spoke, she had to focus, not on the tone he used but his words... Somehow she didn't feel like there was anything wrong. He seemed genuine, and kind. The heat that began to ebb from her caused soft breaths to escape in a heated manner, shaking her head slightly at his words. "It can't be," <br/>
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Zara allowed her head to ease back as he continued to undress her, removing the armor plating that protected her organs, and shifting the zipper lower. A soft moan slipped from her parted lips as his hand dipped between her legs, which caused her grip around him to ease. "Different?" It was the one word Zara caught on to, "How are we different?" The female's heart raced faster as he leaned in, his presence caused a swift reaction in her core, and it was odd for her. Sure, she had lust... but she was only human. This level of need was intense. It was more than she'd ever experienced. It was as if she <i>needed</i> him. Even just hearing his words seemed to stimulate her, just as much as his hand did as it caressed her through the suit. Pangs of warmth spread throughout her body as her abdomen clenched. Zara hadn't even noticed that he'd slipped his other hand to her gun.<br/>
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With his lips nearing hers, Zara was almost completely distracted. Max's voice tore through her calm demeanor, it truly shocked her to her core. It was almost as if he knew what was happening at that very moment. When Silverman gazed over to her, the female just stared back toward him. Fear blossomed inside of her as she immediately snatched up her that had drifted some way from her. The female swiftly cast the holster aside as she eyed the male before her, the gun was positioned right toward his chest. "Step back," Her words didn't waver, she simply slipped her free hand down to force his own away from her body. She knew it was too good to be true; someone who understood her, someone who seemed to desire her as she desired him. The raven haired woman clasped the zipper and drew it upward, concealing the supple flesh she'd shown him. "I can't believe I fell for that," the female scolded herself; she still felt the need to trust him, but her instincts were stronger. He was found in a suspicious situation and she'd clearly fallen into a trap of being cared for. Nobody cared for her like that, it should've been a red flag of manipulation.<br/>
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Zara grabbed her radio with her spare hand, her gaze never leaving Silverman's. "I'm here, I'll be over soon. Thank you for the warning." Once she was done, she placed it down onto the counter beside her. Slowly, she began to take her armor plates and secure them with her elbow as her fingers reached across to activate the sides, small lines reached out to grip the sides together along her torso. A slow breath escaped her as she slipped off of the counter, brushing against him before easing to the side, already looking for her rifle. "You almost had me, almost.. You know, it's pretty horrible to play on someone's weaknesses. At least they weren't enough though." The female gazed over his form, she had an urgent need to trust him, to apologize.. To make it work. What if she was wrong and she was only making the situation worse? <br/>
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Overriding her new found affection for a man she didn't know, the female exchanged her weapons with swift, practiced movements. The rifle was in her hands and facing toward him as her free hand slung the strap around the opposing shoulder and over her head. "You're going to have to stay right in here." The female backed away with her gaze never leaving him. It was almost a pull, to go to him, to feel his body near hers. It was almost like an addiction. "When I'm back I want a vial of your blood. No mistakes, no chances." The woman spoke firmly, her voice seemed to take on a steel like quality as she stepped outside of the medical bay, swiftly hitting the button to close the doors. Once they had sealed with a grind of metal, she pressed in a code and finally let out a soft breath. For a moment, she lingered... Watching over him before finally tearing off in the direction of the ship Max had called from.<br/>
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Gadgets were a life saver, especially on another planet. Her trusty band lit up a map as she ran, the signal sent out from Max's radio pinged for her, showing her exactly where she needed to run. It didn't take her long to spring to the destination, only to see Lin looking rather ill as she leaned against a wall, seemingly recovering. Max had warned her about Laura's state, but as Zara made her way into the canteen she noticed just how severe the wounds were. The moment she saw the horrific sight before her, Zara bit back the urge to vomit. She knew this wound, aliens. Xenomorphs to be exact. "Max?" She called to him, seeing the male looking flustered as he also leaned against a nearby structure for support. "I locked Silverman in the medical bay, we need to move. I'm going to need some help to draw a sample from him." Her objectives were already in her mind as she tried to ignore the smell of the rotting corpse not far from them. "And we're going to need someone with pilot experience to get us home." <br/>
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Max seemed almost lost in fear, and Lin was not recovering much better. "Max, call in the others, we meet in the main control room of the old building. Lin, you're coming with me." Lin was clearly in no state to make it alone, so Zara made her way over to drape her arm around the female and ease her to lean on Zara's form as she led her out. "What the fuck was that?" Lin spluttered, still feeling nauseous. "You don't want to know what caused that, trust me." Just as they were walking, the pair stumbled across a flickering hallway, various cables and tubes hung from the dishevelled ceiling. As Zara glance down the hallway, she noticed a hint of movement. "Go to the control room, the longer route. Right now." The female whispered to Lin, who looked scared enough to pass out. Thankfully, she moved swiftly to the other hallway as Zara took a greater threat by walking toward the hint of movement. Soft, little squeals echoed from a creature as it gazed up toward Zara. It was only when she focused in the dimly lit hallway that it was exactly what she feared. It looked unevolved, almost. Small, barely a threat. The creature didn't attack her, it simply approached her with a hint of confusion.<br/>
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For a moment, Zara felt a connection to it. Her fingers brushed over the large cranium of the creature, almost a motherly caress as it began to squeak up toward her. There was a swell in her heart for it, to see it blossom and to grow powerful. Those thoughts alone made her concerned, she knew better. Yet, her mind didn't allow her to focus on it. As the creature reached out with it's little arms, the female allowed it to crawl up along her arm, snaking it's tail around her like a snake. "You just want to be strong, don't you? But you won't use me, why?" Her soft voice caused the being to calm, offering only a soft caress of it's tail before disappearing in a quick leap up to the rafters of the ship. "Fuck," The female growled softly. What was happening to her.<br/>
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The woman stormed through the ship, making her way back to the medical bay. The others would be safe if they were quick enough, but she needed answers. That and she couldn't bare to hurt a creature that had been so... affectionate to her and triggered her need to protect. Once she reached the medical air lock doors, the female pounded on the door to gain the male's attention. "What the fuck did you do to me? What am I turning into?" Her voice was far more panicked than before, fear appearing in her gaze. Little did she know, her meeting with the small being only coaxed it to follow her, becoming her companion. The moment she reached to open the doors to get closer to him, and demand and answer, the creature broke through the ceiling plates and fell onto her shoulder, positioning itself ready to attack anyone that may near her. "What the hell is happening, explain this," the female pointed to the creature on her shoulder, it's small mouth opened to reveal sharp pointed fangs as it leaned toward her finger, inspecting her. </span><br/><div style="text-align: center">​</div>